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Post by Hipster Russia on Jul 10, 2013 21:23:21 GMT -5
"...All day?" Toris repeated with growing sympathy, his attention now back on the bear that rubbed against him, the affection sending a gentle tingle through his body.
"A-are... are you sure... Kumajirou? That I can give you this?" Such a cute face wouldn't lie, right..? Lithuania bit his lip in deliberation, his reason faltering, falling victim to the power of animal persuasion.
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Post by Hipster Canada on Jul 11, 2013 13:17:38 GMT -5
The bear nodded and added a soft, affectionate growling noise into his focus on Lithuania. He nuzzled his nose against Lithuania's feet, then once again turned his up his gaze to peer hopefully at Lithuania. "Sure," he reaffirmed.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Jul 12, 2013 20:18:51 GMT -5
"Well...." Toris drawled out, returning the bear's gaze with his own small smile, "I'm sure one pancake couldn't hurt..." And maybe it was best not to bother Canada with something so trivial, right?
The pancakes in the pan already sufficiently cooled, Lithuania reached carefully and grabbed one with his fingers, squatting down to be eye level with Kumajirou as he offered the cake. "Let me know how it tastes?"
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Post by Hipster Canada on Jul 14, 2013 10:53:29 GMT -5
Kumajirou watched the crouching nation carefully -- or more specifically, the pancake he had lifted out of the pan and was now dangling in front of the bear's vision.
Not wanting to scare the person off - at least not yet, when there was food to be had from it - Kumajirou used his jaws to carefully pull the pancake from Lithuania's fingers and drop it to the ground where he made quick work of it. It wasn't quite the same as What's-His-Name's, but it was still pretty good. "Not bad," he told the green man, nuzzling the pancake-scented hand with a dark, damp nose.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Jul 14, 2013 18:30:16 GMT -5
Such a gentle bear! Lithuania observed as the bear took the pancake from his fingers, also making a mental note not to get on Kumajirou's bad side when the pearly white teeth of a predator were flashed momentarily.
"Y-you liked it? I'm so relieved. Thank you." Lithuania's grin widened as the cold nose nuzzled into his hand, and he shifted his grasp down, fondly stroking the fur under the bear's chin. "I hope Canada likes them too."
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Post by Hipster Canada on Jul 18, 2013 22:42:31 GMT -5
"He will," Kumajirou reassured his new friend. He'd decided he liked the green, pancake-feeding man. The bear wouldn't mind it he stuck around -- so long as he kept feeding him.
Kumajirou turned his head toward the living room, where he knew Canada was but heard no noise at all. Something was out of sorts with his master, he could tell. He didn't know what, or why, just that Canada always fed Kumajirou first thing when he got home. Always. But he didn't today. Since the green-man came home with him, maybe he knew what was wrong with What's-His-Name. "Something's wrong. With What's-His-Face."
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Post by Hipster Russia on Jul 20, 2013 21:52:07 GMT -5
"Oh good," Toris smiled, relived that he could make a decent pancake by a Canadian's standards-- at least, a Canadian bear's standards. Having reluctantly stopped his petting, intent on getting up and continuing his cooking where he left off, Lithuania found himself stopped by the bears next words, halting in place.
"W-wrong..?" When he finally registered the words, the Lihuanian's face paled. "T-Taip. Ah, I mean, y-yes, he... Canada got hurt at the meeting... so I drove him home early."
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Post by Hipster Canada on Jul 22, 2013 17:33:06 GMT -5
Kumajirou bristled ever so slightly. Hurt? What's-His-Name was hurt? So that explained why Kumajirou had sensed something out of the ordinary.
Kumajirou circled Lithuania's legs again and went to the doorway of the kitchen so he could see out to where his master sat. It looked like What's-His-Face was sleeping. Sleeping was okay. Sometimes he went right to sleep after he got hurt playing hockey, and everything was okay when he woke up. "Okay," Kumajirou told Lithuania, laying on the kitchen floor where he could see both nations.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Jul 28, 2013 21:02:31 GMT -5
Lithuania let out his tiny held breath when the white bear finally gave a reply, relieved that Kumajirou did not have a bad reaction to the news... and secretly glad that he did not have to explain why. Still, it did not make him feel any better, he could tell the news bothered Kuma, just as it worried himself.
Liet was glad though... happy that Canada had someone there for him. He realized that the Canadian only had one Nation as a neighbor... and that was bound to be both a blessing and a lonely curse. Liet loved the constant interaction he had with other nations and yet... there was always border disputes, cultural clashes.... forced takeovers.... he wanted to say isolation was the only way he could keep himself together, but that was far from the truth. ... So how often did Matthew get visitors, especially considering how little free time Nations had of their own? Toris hoped his speculations were wrong.
After giving Kuma another fond glace, Toris rose, his joints cracking in protest from the angle he had been balanced at. Quickly returning to work, he retrieved the plate and stacked the finished pancakes before returning to the stove to cook the remaining batter.
About 20 minutes of cooking and random comments in Kumajiou's general direction (he wasn't sure the bear even heard him, but he enjoyed having someone to talk to as he cooked), Lithuania looked with pride at the stack of golden pancakes, pleased that he had manged to make them all roughly the same size and not overcooked. Grasping that plate along with the one decorated with cut fruit, he carefully walked into the living room, placing them gently on the coffee table before turning to the Canadian. "What can I get you...to drink..." he trailed off, realizing Matthew's eyes were closed. ...Is he asleep?
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Post by Hipster Canada on Jul 31, 2013 22:41:55 GMT -5
After Kumajirou left the room, Matthew breathed out and told himself to relax. Relax. It's done. The meeting is behind you. Everything is going to be okay. But it wasn't. He'd skipped out on the meeting with no warning - not that he really believed anyone would notice his absence. He was the conference host for pete's sake! Matthew sighed and scrubbed his hand against his face. Forget about it, he told himself. If anyone has a problem, they'll call me. Matthew let his head drop back against the couch once more and closed his eyes.
He didn't even realize he'd drifted off until Lithuania's soft voice drifted into his consciousness and brought him back. He wasn't awake enough to make sense of what Toris had said, but Matthew thought it was a very nice voice to wake up to. He lifted his head and blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision before he realized he wasn't wearing his glasses. "Hmm?"
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Post by Hipster Russia on Aug 3, 2013 19:49:50 GMT -5
"Ahh... I'm sorry Mr. Canada... did I wake you?" the Lithuanian spoke with a heated face, partially concerned he had awoken the Canadian from a much needed sleep, and perhaps in part from viewing Matthew's violet eyes unobstructed for the first time.
"...I finished the pancakes, and wanted to know if I could get you something to drink with it... But if you need to sleep now, we can eat later, it would not be a problem."
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Post by Hipster Canada on Aug 3, 2013 22:48:35 GMT -5
Matthew carded a hand through his hair and yawned. "No, no, I'm awake. It's all good. Thanks for cooking." Matthew pushed himself into a more upright position and tried to bring himself back to fully awake.
"Uh, apple juice... would be great." Matthew smiled sheepishly, still feeling bad that his guest was waiting on him.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Aug 12, 2013 22:58:03 GMT -5
Lithuania nodded with a small smile. "You are very welcome Mr. Canada!" he replied, heading back to the kitchen. After retrieving the apple juice from the fridge and grabbing a couple cups he returned to Matthew and poured him a glass. "And a few more things..." Another trip to the kitchen and Toris brought back two plates, silverware, butter, and a large bottle of maple syrup which he placed in front of the other, grin on his face. "I didn't know one person could own so much of this," he chuckled. "Is there anything else I can get you? How are you feeling?"
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Post by Hipster Canada on Aug 21, 2013 21:33:10 GMT -5
Matthew raised one eyebrow as Lithuania commented on his maple syrup supply. "Oh, you mean my leftovers from breakfast?" Matthew joked, giving a smirking smile that he didn't really know where came from. His head was still pounding and his ribs were killing him, but somehow waking up to Toris and the smell of his favorite food was enough to keep him in a light mood. "No, no. You've done so much for me already. Take a load off and help yourself. You earned it." Matthew raised his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for the Lithuanian man to sit down.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Aug 22, 2013 19:59:54 GMT -5
"Oh, you mean my leftovers from breakfast?"
His eyes widening momentarily, Liet then broke into a grin of his own, the joke taking a moment to click in his head. Or, a least... he thought it was a joke. But Lithuania did not quite know where the Canadian stood on his maple syrup consuming, so perhaps Matthew was serious..?
Taking a seat gingerly beside the other on the couch (with an Alfred-sized gap between them), Toris looked to the maple syrup bottle, then back to Matthew, asking with the straightest face he could muster, "Are you sure I do not need to... bring out more maple syrup?"
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