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Post by America on Mar 31, 2012 9:22:05 GMT -5
Being the self-proclaimed hero that he was, America saw it fit to lead the way to the kitchen. Yeah, sure, Canada knew exactly where it was, but America was determined to get there first. Plus, he was anxious about the soda. What if he was a bit too late, and all the soda was gone? No, he'd get there before anyone could come and steal his precious soda.
"You just getting water, or do you also want a Coke?" America asked his brother, flicking on the light switch to the room. Then he realized his mistake. He offered a Coke to Canada. What if there was only one Coke left? If Canada wanted it, could he be greedy and just take it for himself, or would he show a rare act of selflessness and allow Canada the delicious, bubbly drink? "I-I mean, if there are enough and...well, there should be more than one, ya know?" Hopefully.
[[what dafuq is with my title-naming skills?]]
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Post by [x] Canada on Apr 1, 2012 7:40:49 GMT -5
As he sauntered over to the kitchen, Canada let his brother overtake him. The possibilities that lay in being in the kitchen flew through his head. Maybe, just maybe, he could have an excuse for making some pancakes now! Ah, how wonderful that would be. He entered into the room, the lights snapping on, and America quite considerately offering him a drink...well, in his own unique way, that is.
Smiling, he decided to take him up on his word. "Why thank you for offering, Meri! How kind of you! Sure, I'll take one. I'll just go wash this glass then, yeah?" He went to the sink and rinsed the glass under a short stream of water and then dried it. "By the way, you hungry? I was just thinking that we, I mean I, might be able to whip something up if need be."
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Post by America on Apr 1, 2012 14:27:06 GMT -5
Completely missing the sarcasm in Canada's voice, America grinned. "No problem!" he replied, opening the fridge. What he saw made him cheer. "Yes!" he yelled, grabbing the pack of soda. "It's some generic brand, but, who cares? Finally, some soda!" He noticed that this was the only pack sitting there, but quickly decided that no one would mind. He deserved this, after all, and he was the one who enjoyed soda the most!
Grabbing one each for himself and Canada, America nodded. "Yeah, you can make those yummy pancakes of yours!" He suddenly had a thought. "You think you can make chocolate chip pancakes?" Closing the fridge, he tossed his brother the store-brand of Pepsi (or Coke, he wasn't exactly sure).
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Post by [x] Canada on Apr 2, 2012 4:35:36 GMT -5
Snatching the pleasantly cold can out of the air, Canada frowned and leaned his head back, looking at the contents of the fridge. "Isn't that the only-wait, nevermind." That was another problem for another day. Besides, now he knew who would be responsible for the disappearance of the soda when hell broke between the other nations that drank it.
There was the refreshing snazz sound of fresh soda when he flicked open the can. Maybe it was a good choice in the end, even if the sarcasm intended had flown completely over his brother's head. Taking a swig, he licked his lips and raised his eyebrows at America's request. "Chocolate chip, huh? Well, that shouldn't be too hard, if we have said chips, that is. Otherwise you'll just have to settle for normal pancakes, man. Here, I'll make the batter and you see if you can find them."
Canada took out a bowl, a couple of eggs, milk, sugar, and flour, and set to work making the pancake batter. It felt really relaxing, to be doing something that he used to do every misty morning. Nostalgic, true, but hey, at least now he was doing it again.
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Post by America on Apr 2, 2012 8:03:11 GMT -5
After popping open his soda, America took a few gulps, giving a sigh once his lips drew back from the aluminum can. He missed his soda. Here he thought he'd have to go for weeks without the drink, but he was proven wrong. Sure, there wasn't much, but at least he got to enjoy the perfect bubbly liquid while he could.
"Righto!" he said, giving Canada a salute before starting his quest to find a bag of chocolate chips. He really hoped England would make sure to keep some here. Chocolate chips were vital to life, after all. Not having any would be like saying 'have fun being depressed'. Unfortunately, the more he looked, the more he came to the conclusion that there really wasn't any chocolate in the kitchen.
He groaned, leaning back against one of the counters and watching as his brother mixed the batter together. "Nope. No chocolate," he grumbled, taking another large gulp of his soda.
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Post by [x] Canada on Apr 4, 2012 9:07:34 GMT -5
The whisk flashed expertly in his hand as he held the bowl close to avoid the risk of the batter spilling out. Canada spoke without turning his eyes away from the bowl. "Oh, really?" To be honest, he felt a bit sad himself, and let it show with a frown. "Seems like England doesn't really know how to stock a kitchen, yeah? Well, it's alright, with maple syrup alone is enough."
Hopefully, that is. He knew of his brother's insane eating habits, and wondered whether he'd be able to make enough without stretching the limits of what was the whole warehouse's supply of food and ingredients.
Then an idea came to him that was pure brilliance...well, kind of. "Hey, dude, why don't you make those famous hamburgers that you're so proud of, seeing as we're in the kitchen now. That way, you'll be able to cook what you want, how you want it...but don't go overboard, ok? Sound good?" He set a pan on the stove and flicked on the burner, waiting for the metal to heat up so he could dab some oil on.
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Post by America on Apr 4, 2012 11:56:41 GMT -5
America pushed himself off the counter, watching his brother as he stirred the batter. "Everyone should have known better than to let England, of all people, stock the kitchen." America sighed, shaking his head in disbelief at the lack of delicious materials. Well, at least he got some soda.
When Canada said the next statement, America's head shot up, nearly spilling his generic-Coke. "Seriously?" He was all smiles now, just imagining his delicious hamburgers alongside Canada's amazing pancakes. "Dude, this will be the best lunch ever!" He plopped his drink down on one of the counters and went straight back to the fridge, rifling through for some sort of meat.
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Post by [x] Canada on Apr 5, 2012 10:58:23 GMT -5
Matching America's flashy grin with a smile and chuckle of his own, Canada mentally brofisted himself, knowing that he had said the right thing. "Lunch, you say? Hmm, that actually makes sense." He glanced at the wall where a window would have been, but then realized where they really were, and made a face. "Yeah, feels like lunchtime, anyways."
Hamburgers and pancakes...oh, that sounded so much better than their usual meager fare that it made his stomach growl a bit. "Oh hey, make sure that whatever meat you find is, you know, relatively normal, yeah? There's some stuff in there that's, um, say locally raised." He held a hand over the heated pan, deemed it done, and dribbled some oil on it. Then while waiting for the oil to heat up, he got a plate ready for receiving his pancakes of sheer culinary freedom.
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Post by America on Apr 5, 2012 17:52:11 GMT -5
At first, America wasn't sure what Canada meant by that statement. Locally raised? Does he mean beavers or moose or-? Then, he opened the freezer and found a few slabs of normal meat, all wrapped up and looking ready to cook, but also some strange, unidentifiable things that he wouldn't even classify as meat. Ah. This is what he meant by locally raised. Well, whatever that strange substance was looked absolutely horrifying, so he grabbed a normal package of meat (which he just assumed was moose of beef).
"I think the locally raised stuff looks like complete shit," he said to Canada, shivering as he dropped the meat in the sink and turned the water on burning hot, trying to thaw it quickly before he sliced it up. Frozen meat was difficult to work with. "I'm guess it's, uh, animals that were bitten or mutated or something, right?"
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Post by [x] Canada on Apr 6, 2012 3:14:39 GMT -5
Smiling, Canada heard the freezer open, remembering being pretty shocked himself when he had seen it's contents. For a moment he was afraid that America would take out the other meat for a joke or something, since that would be just like him, but then breathed out in relief when he heard him dissing it.
"Yeah, just like a lot of my population has been. Kinda sad, really, but sooner or later we're going to have to eat it, you know." He spooned the first of the viscous batter onto the pan, making a roundish shape. The smell rose into the air and he felt himself relax, reveling in it. "You'd better hurry, Meri, I might finish first and eat them all if you're not careful~."
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Post by America on Apr 6, 2012 20:45:48 GMT -5
America waited until the steam fogged his glasses, then took the dripping meat out of the sink, hoping that would at least help it become a little bit more soft. Ah, I should have left one out thawing for later... However, he didn't know he'd be given the chance to make hamburgers.
"Well, better later than now," America replied, grabbing a large kitchen knife. "Right now, I'd rather be a pig. Oh, and don't you dare eat all of them!" He sent an amused glare over to his brother. "I'll hold your syrup hostage if you do that."
As he chopped the meat up (with great difficulty, and he found himself cursing it every so often), he suddenly realized that he actually shouldn't eat a lot. It was the first time in quite some time that he actually even thought about rationing. "Uh, how many hamburgers do you want, Canada?"
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Post by [x] Canada on Apr 8, 2012 6:10:12 GMT -5
Flipping the first pancake expertly with a spatula, Canada chuckled at America's threat, seeing as there were plenty of other things he could blackmail his brother with. All kinds of secrets that no-one else knew...He snickered evilly at the thought of some of them. "Oh, you wouldn't want to do that, Meri~ Some of my things are better left untouched~ You do remember that I was raised by France once, don't you?"
As he slid the piping hot piece of glorified flour onto the plate and quickly began another one, he heard his brother having a valiant struggle with the meat that he picked out. And then came the question that threw Canada off, but in a very nice-surprised way. America was indeed learning in these troubled times. "Hmm? Well, let's see...I think one will be enough for me, since I have my pancakes to go along with it too. Plus, washed down with some soda or something, it'll feel a lot more than that, yeah."
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Post by America on Apr 8, 2012 18:18:20 GMT -5
America winced as he heard what Canada had to say. Using all his strength to slice the meat (which was a lot of strength, but this meat was proving to be a difficult challenge), he muttered, "If you're anything like him, I'd rather not hear what you and syrup do during your free time, thanks." Even the thought of it threw him off guard, and he found himself with a few mental images that he'd rather not have. The very mention of France could cause anyone some crazy thoughts.
Quickly pushing these things out of mind, America grabbed the little meat he was able to chop off and set it down on an extra plate, realizing he'd have to get more. "I'll probably make two for myself." He felt a little bit sad, having meat at his disposal but unable to create the large abundance he wanted. On a good day, he could usually gulp down at least eight burgers, maybe even ten if he skipped breakfast. Being forced to cut it down to two broke his heart. "Just make sure to cook enough pancakes, alright?"
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Post by [x] Canada on Apr 9, 2012 8:22:12 GMT -5
There we go, flip, flip, slid. Then dollop a bit more in, and repeat. Canada heard the tinge of some negative feeling in his brother's declaration of only having two burgers. When he thought about it, he wasn't sure that there was ever a time that America had eaten below five of those things. Anyways, the stack of pancakes was growing taller by the moment, as he had turned the heat on high just for the purpose of mass-production. He was pretty sure he'd have to get another plate soon.
Alright, well, it was time to show a bit of brotherly love. His tone was cheery as he exclaimed,"Look at this plate. I couldn't possibly eat all these myself! Why, I don't even think I would get to half." Leaving the current blop of frying flour on the pat to it's own devices for a bit, he stepped over to America's side of the kitchen and patted the ruffled blond head with a smile, like a big bro should when comforting his sibling. Then he made it back to save the pancake.
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Post by America on Apr 9, 2012 19:15:58 GMT -5
Continuing his battle to slice the meat, America found his mind wandering. He was turning down his hamburgers. Only. Two. Hamburgers. He felt rather silly, getting upset over such a miniscule thing while they were currently battling for the safety of the world, but if the little things in life made him happy, it was also the little things in life that made him upset.
Still, he'd have pancakes to fill himself up, wouldn't he? And, as Canada spoke and America turned to glance at the plate, he realized that he really would have pancakes to fill him up. Maybe not with chocolate, but Canada's pancakes were always good enough for him. "I...I can eat all that you don't," he quickly said, a little bit of happiness seeping back into his poor, hamburger-lacking heart.
He allowed Canada to ruffle his hair, giving a sheepish smile. He's trying to cheer me up...I guess he noticed I was upset. Well, Canada seemed to notice everything, even if he wasn't even noticed himself. "Thanks." He felt himself perk up considerably at his brother's kindness. Suddenly, the meat seemed much easier to cut (probably because he was preoccupied with thinking how delicious those pancakes would taste and oh, god, they're so fluffy, just like he makes them).
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