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Post by America on Jan 1, 2013 16:47:11 GMT -5
America happily walked to the base, excited that someone actually wanted to try his food. Most brushed him off because he was raised by England, so it was assumed that he had just as awful cooking. However, they usually forgot that he had been influenced by many different cultures, and their food became something normal to him.
Once they reached the kitchen, America glanced over at Czech as she began to grab the ingredients. When he saw the flour, he felt his cheeks grow red.
He'd never used flour with his french toast.
"Uh...I was just thinking, maybe I make a different sort of french toast then they make in Europe," he said, hoping to explain things properly. "Like, I mix the eggs with all the spices I'll need, then I dip bread in that and fry it on the stove." He gave a nervous laugh. "I guess you guys do it fancier or something."
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 1, 2013 17:00:46 GMT -5
Czech stopped what she was doing seeing the look of discomfort on America's face and was forced to pause. Was he embarressed? Well she certainly didn't want to make him feel that way know how aweful and nagging the feeling could get...Seeing his cheeks growing red confirmed her suspicions.
She listened to him explain nodding to show that she understood. Though she felt like it was silly for him to explain. After all every nation had their different ways of prepairing! Far be it from her to change America's method! She broke into a broad grin and placed the flour back where she got it.
"Oh no America not at all! To some of us its all we know! But I am always eager and willing to learn new ways of prepairing foods!"
She stepped back offering him the kitchen.
"Please show me the American way of doing it!" That was a phrase she never thought she'd hear herself say!
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Post by America on Jan 1, 2013 17:14:34 GMT -5
America felt bad for making her step out of her comfort zone. He was more than willing to learn her way of making things. She seemed like a natural in the kitchen. He was just nervous because, seeing how comfortable she was with french toast, she would probably make a better dish than he would.
Still, now was as good of a time as ever to prove that he could, in fact, cook.
"Well, I mean, it's not really an American way to cook it," he muttered, feeling oddly pleased with her enthusiasm. "Just kinda a simple way." He grabbed the bread and set it down, frowning slightly upon realizing how soft it still was. "It usually works better with bread that's kinda stale, but I guess this will do fine." Putting a grin back on his face, he asked, "You mind grabbing a bowl of some sort so we can mix the eggs and sugar and stuff together?"
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 1, 2013 17:35:17 GMT -5
Happy to see that he wiped that sheepish look on his face Czech nodded and went straight to work. Without any problem she drew out a bowl that she felt was right...then she began to add the eggs then the sugar and then when she had finally found it added just the smallest pinch of cinnamon and nutmeg. She knew very well that a little went a long way.
Czech had no need for recipe books for she had baked and cooked so much that she almost had all her recipes in her head...looking at the mixture she was reminded of her own favorite...Apple Strudle. She was an apple lover and ate anything with them in it...she espcially loved strudle because when prepaired right, it seemed to melt in your mouth. She gave a small thoughtful sigh thinking she'd have to make some when this whole Zombie thing was over. Yes she still had hope it would be over...and even if it wasn't she figured the end of the world had been coming since the beginning of it!
"Hey America...I was wondering...what is your favorite dish to make?"
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Post by America on Jan 1, 2013 20:21:01 GMT -5
America smiled when she began preparing the eggs, feeling far more familiar with this recipe than he had when he first saw the flour that she had grabbed. He himself began cutting each slice of bread diagonally, until he had about twelve triangular pieces of bread laying out. When she had asked her question, he was busy looking for a pan to cook the french toast on.
"Favorite dish?" he glanced over at her, wondering where that question had come from, before shrugging and turning back to his search. "Um, well, I like any meat dish I can lay my hands on. I love grilling them outside. You know, hot dogs and hamburgers, and sometimes just a huge slab of some juicy steak."
Just imagining a nice, grilled steak was making his mouth water. He quickly found the pan and straightened up, clearing his throat as he set it on the table and waited for Czech to finish mixing the eggs. "Why?"
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 1, 2013 20:53:17 GMT -5
She listened to his choice and nodded in responce thinking it over in her head quietly...thinking maybe if she could when it was his birthday prepair something him much like he was for her. It would be better than another one of her silly scarves or blankets...she had made so many that it wouldn't feel as special to her.
She had finished mixing and set the bowl in front of America and flashed him a very sweet smile up at him.
"Oh no real reason in particular!" She said coyly not wanting to give away the reason only to make it sound like a conversation starter!
"I just like to everything about my friends!"
She giggled and latched onto his arm and hugged him. She still felt so warm inside from this very, very sweet jesture and couldn't help but show it every chance she got! Even if it was spontaneous.
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Post by America on Jan 2, 2013 10:55:54 GMT -5
America snorted at that, smiling all the while. "Well, knowing everything about your friends might be a bit too much. Like, there's some stuff I simply don't wish to hear about." He could name quite a few cases where he heard more than he wanted to, and, therefore, knew more than he ever wanted to about some people. He was okay knowing the simple things, and if the friendship deepened, he wouldn't mind learning a bit more.
With Czech hugging one of his arms (making America laugh at her sweet gestures), America placed the pan on the stove and began dipping his slices of bread into the eggs before placing them on top of his pan, already getting rather hungry once he heard the sizzling sound. "Man, this is gonna taste amazing," he said, grabbing a spatula from one of the drawers and returning to his original position. "Tell you what, if we have eggs left over, why don't you make your version of french toast? I mean, not that it'll taste better than mine-" He winked at that. "-but I just wanna see how different they are."
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 2, 2013 13:00:51 GMT -5
Czech had to admit that, that was true...when she was with strangers she'd always try her best to keep to herself...never talk out of turn or even talk in general seeing how she was nervous of being rejected. However in her nation since it was typical that Czechs were never fast to call just anyone friend, so when they did find someone to fit that title they would welcome them like family. And in Czech Republic family could talk about anything. ANYTHING.
But it was America's way and she wouldn't question it...when he felt like being completely open with her she decided to let him decide that and not pry. She did not want to lose a very good friend.
Czech looked over to the pan and saw him frying and smiled as it made her think of Potato Pancakes a dish that she loved. Her gaze fell up to America at his suggestion then her eyes brightened happy to be able to cook as well...her way.
Drawing her sleeves up and pulling her long burgandy hair she set to work at once. She got all the necessary materials that would be needed to make just a tiny batch seeing how there was only two of them. She found that their was a few eggs left but only took one seeing how thats all she would need. Reaching up she get the flour once more, then proceeded to grab the other necessary provisions such as a bowl, one measuring cup vegitable oil and just the tiniest bit of sugar.
She made it all look too easy as she added the ingredients without any such hinderance, she then proceeded to stir the mixture until it started mix all together to form dough. Taking it from the bowl she dashed a little flour over the counter and then began kneading it smiling all the way showing just how at home she was in the kitchen!
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Post by America on Jan 2, 2013 17:37:20 GMT -5
As America was finishing off his french toast, he took a few moments to glance over at Czech's cooking, a bit surprised with how quickly she was moving in the kitchen, and how interesting her meal was already looking compared to hers. Obviously, she had a much more fancy way of preparing a dish. Still, America refused to be beaten. His would taste just as fine as it always had, and no fancy meal was going to stop that!
Once the last batch of toast was completed, he set them all out on a plate, smiling widely at his creation. It didn't look half-bad, though it seemed a bit flatter than usual (probably because of his bread choice, he was forced to realize). He knew Czech's would look better, but he highly doubted it would taste better.
America's french toast tasted like freedom.
"You almost finished?" he asked, impatient to try what she had made.
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 2, 2013 18:25:13 GMT -5
Czech smiled over at America sensing some impatience from him which made her want to laugh. He reminded her of her little sister Silesia when she and her older sister Moravia would cook. A small sad look touched her eyes at this thinking of her two sisters that she had been separated from during this whole Zombie Crisis. Though being the middle child, she was the one that took care of them after World War II and let them merge with her so that they would have a home. After they had separated she felt it was her fault that they werent here...she dreaded the thought of them being dead...no until she had proof she would stay optimistic!
Looking up at America she masked her moment of bitterness with a smile. "You can't rush perfection...as France always told me..." She then reached up and tapped his nose to punctuate her fact then grabbed his pan he was using and added the smallest bit of vegetable oil and then put the dough in it.
"Usually I bake the bread but that will take too long...I'll just fry it...its faster that way!"
She fried the toast generously adding cinnamon and nutmeg to it smiling all the while as the delcious smell of both recipes filled the room. After about 3 minutes she had finished placing the two on a plate and holding it out towards him with a grin.
"Bon appetite...also something France use to always say!"
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Post by America on Jan 3, 2013 11:14:22 GMT -5
America was hardly listening to what she had to say. His stomach was growling just watching her prepare such a delicious-looking dish, and he had to admit that her way might have been a more pleasing sight. From the aroma it was releasing, it probably tasted better, too. America glanced over at his quick version of french toast and sighed as Czech brought him a plate of her own.
"Well," he said, taking it from her hands and smiling gratefully at her. "I think you've already proven that yours is better." He didn't even have to eat it to know. Of course, he was going to eat it. All he had to do was find the syrup (which he did easily- it was Canada, they were always stocked up on syrup in this country) and a fork, and he instantly dug in.
He blinked when he took his first bite, chewing it thoughtfully and slowly, trying so much to savor the taste. "Wow," he murmured once he swallowed. "This is good! It's like something that'd be served at one of those fancy restaurants." He had eaten "fancy" french toast before, but not in a long while. It was usually more simple for him to just dip toast in eggs and fry it up that way, so he hadn't ever really prepared his own.
"And I think you just made your own birthday dish," he teased, looking up sheepishly at her. He felt bad that even his cooking wasn't a present- she made her own, and made hers even better. "Damn, now I gotta think of something else to give to you."
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 3, 2013 16:38:34 GMT -5
The nation's face turned a deep Crimson when he said that her dish was better. She hated when people said things like 'her's is the best' or 'you do it the best' even if she rightfully deserved it. Once again her overwhelming modesty got the best of her.
"St--stop it thats not true..." She said looking very embaressed as she started to fiddle with her scarf nervously. Her cheeks didn't get any lighter when he showed how much he liked it only this time the tiniest hint of a smile touched her, very happy that he liked it which was what she always strived for.
"Its all thanks to France for teaching me how to cook..." She said semi-quietly as though trying to justify something she did wrong. She decided to distract herself by grabbing his plate and then began to eat. She paused slightly when she took the bite chewing it quietly as he talked then her face beamed up showing the result of America's dish. It wasn't European yet she still found herself liking it a lot! She continued eating her smiling never leaving her face as she did, she thought that what made the meal taste even better was the fact that a friend made it special for her which made anything better in general!
Czech choked when he mentioned that he'd have to get her something different than the breakfast. She recovered from her coughing fit able to finally squeeze some oxegyn past her throat's airway. She looked at him seeing right away that he was feeling bad about his birthday dish to her. Czech pouted at this not liking this look on any friend of hers!
"America don't go to the trouble!" She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a smile that showed geniune gratitude. "Its delicious and taste even better because you made it!" She hugged him tighter to the point where she could suffocate him.
"Besides why worry over it? We haven't known each other that long anyway, so why get yourself in a knot about it?" She asked with a sweet, sweet smile...really she had no idea why some nations acted the way they did!
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Post by America on Jan 3, 2013 21:24:14 GMT -5
America felt pleased when she mentioned how delicious his food was. He didn't think it was nearly close to being the quality that her's was, but he didn't mention anything. Knowing Czech, she would continue to compliment his cooking, and America didn't want to beg for compliments on his friend's birthday. That was ridiculous and very, very petty. He was far above that.
At her next statement, though, he laughed, pulling away from her death grip of a hug. "Just because we haven't known each other for all that long doesn't mean we're not good friends!" he happily exclaimed. "Besides, it's your birthday and you deserve something super-duper nice. On my birthday, I always like loads of gifts, so we gotta give you a little something or other, otherwise I'll just feel selfish for wanting all this shit when you don't want anything."
He was rather selfish on his birthday, but didn't he have every right to be selfish? After all, birthdays only came once a year. That was one day every year when everything could be me, me, me, and he believed that should work for everyone, not just him.
Even if Czech didn't want it, he'd get her something.
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 21, 2013 19:55:41 GMT -5
Again Czech had to shake her head and smile. Well she had to give him credit...he wasn't one to give up! And that wasn't a bad trait to have it really was quite admirable seeing how most would just give up at the first crack at it.
She took another bit eating very politely smiling thoughtfully wondering what she would have America do for her...now she was not one to make her one of her friends break his back to please her...that was her job. But she also wasn't above having some good childish fun with it!
When she had finished she took her plate, washed, dryed then placed it back in its respective place just like the neatfreak she was and still pondered what to do...usually on her birthday she would spend it with Slovakia but seeing how he had duties to attend to that was not something she could have. Considering it over once more she had an idea of what America could do for her. Or help her do was a better way of saying it.
She turned to him and smiled nice and big and very sweet looking almost excited.
"There is actually something that I do want America..."
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Post by America on Jan 21, 2013 20:38:25 GMT -5
America watched her clean her own dish, but rather than follow suit, he just dumped his in the sink, reminding himself to clean it up later (or to leave it for one of the groundskeepers to clean up, since cleaning was their job and all). Besides, it wasn't too big of a deal. A simple plate didn't take too much to clean, so if he did forget, someone else could take care of the job for him.
But then he remembered that everyone already had enough work on his hands, so with a sigh, he quickly washed it himself.
He turned when Czech spoke, still holding his soapy plate. "Name it, then!" he exclaimed, excited for whatever it was. He wanted to see Czech happy. They all deserved to be happy, living in such a godforsaken place. Each one of them missed their respective homes, so any small sign of happiness could very well keep them all from just going insane, or becoming depressed, or whatever it was that would happen when they let the sadness get to them.
Plus, it was Czech's birthday, and America wanted it to be the very best it could be.
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