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Post by America on Mar 24, 2012 15:31:20 GMT -5
America sighed. Well, so much for that. Apparently, they want it cooked. Hilarious. This information wasn't exactly going to be helping out his predicament much. He eyed the meat, then turned back over to the stove. "Maybe I could ground it up and make a ton of hamburgers!" His eyes sparkled at that thought. He wasn't quite sure if the meat would taste good as hamburgers, but, hey, he'd seen nearly every sort of meat used for his favorite meal.
The thought of hamburgers nearly made his mouth water. Yes, yes he could make hamburgers out of this thing. So what if he didn't have his special sauces? They could use the vegetables from that greenhouse to add some more flavor to it. "Hey, someone check and see if we got any buns!" he exclaimed excitedly, mentally prepping himself for the cooking process.
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Post by [x] Spain on Mar 28, 2012 18:11:51 GMT -5
"That's a great idea, America!" Spain agreed, already chopping up the rest of the vegetables. "I don't see why not!" With his next idea, Spain looked around the kitchen for the mysterious buns. They had to have something like them!
Buns, buns, buns... where would they be? He thought, closing yet another cabinet. However, there was still one left. It's always where you last check. And sure enough, there was a bag of hamburger buns right on that shelf!
"America! I found them!" He cheered, placing them on the counter and continuing his work. "This should be - as Prusia would say - awesome!"
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Post by Lithuania on Mar 29, 2012 1:49:01 GMT -5
"Are they just fresh, ordinary rolls?" Lithuania was slightly shocked that England would have anything edible in here. His cooking skills were infamous.
And not just that really...the fact that the kitchen hadn't been cleaned properly and the taps had hardly worked...to have bread rolls was somewhat of a miracle.
Not that he was complaining.
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Post by [x] Spain on Mar 29, 2012 20:41:58 GMT -5
Spain chuckled a bit at the Baltic nation's reaction. "Si, mi amigo they are." He was probably thinking the same thing: England left us something edible?! "I'm surprised too. I didn't think I would find some. Lucky us, eh?"
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Post by Lithuania on Mar 30, 2012 11:41:54 GMT -5
"Yes! I mean bread is easy enough to make, but the fact that we have something...uh...well, not to be mean but...something edible...is rather amazing..." Lithuania felt rather bad that he said that...but he felt he needed to explain himself to Spain.
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Post by America on Mar 30, 2012 17:32:26 GMT -5
"Just don't let England into the kitchen anytime soon," America warned with a grin, grabbing the utensils needed for the meat. He clapped Spain on the back, though it was a bit harder than he meant to. "Sorry," he apologized, though he didn't lost the beam on his face. "Guess I'm a little over-excited about being able to eat hamburgers, of all things!" He grabbed the hamburger buns, looking them over.
"Hmm, they are edible," he muttered, somewhat surprised. "Thanks for finding them, by the way." He nodded over at Spain, placing the buns back down where they were. "Hamburgers don't taste nearly as good without a bun. Or ketchup. I don't suppose we have that, though, do we?" He made his way to the sink and quickly washed his hands, still glancing around and trying to figure out exactly what the best way would be to ground the meat.
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Post by Scotland on Mar 31, 2012 5:18:52 GMT -5
Scotland nodded at Lithuania and walked out the door as everyone started musing to themselves, looking for a good place to sharpen his weapon before heading off to the showers.
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Post by [x] Prussia on Apr 1, 2012 0:54:49 GMT -5
Prussia smiled and rolled his eyes. Of course America would choose to make hamburgers of all things. "I still say that Wurst would be the best thing to make with the ground meat," he grumbled.
"We should have potatoes with them, as well!" Prussia suggested, raising his voice to an audible level. He figured America would be willing to go for that idea, knowing the nation's affinity for hot spuds. He hoped to himself that someone else would volunteer to cook them, because as much as he craved a nice potato he was quite content to just watch and not do anything.
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Post by Lithuania on Apr 1, 2012 14:07:31 GMT -5
"Potatoes would be good as they're filling and also good nutritionally." ...He felt rather stupid saying that. But still, it was important that they keep themselves healthy and didn't just eat junk.
"Do we have any potatoes?"
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Post by America on Apr 3, 2012 12:08:30 GMT -5
"If Iggy has any common sense, he would have made sure to provide us with some 'taters," America stated. He grabbed a large knife he had previously gotten and began cutting the meat into small strips, laying them all together on a plate. "Potatoes are easy enough that even he could look after them correctly. Maybe...maybe if you check in some of the bottom cupboards." He wasn't quite certain if they were stored anywhere in particular. He himself typically placed a bag or two underneath the sink, since he knew they kept fresh longer in dark places.
He turned back to his work, carefully separating the fat from the meat. "How will you cook the potatoes, Prussia?" He thought it'd be Prussia cooking the potatoes, at least. Prussia was German (or, spoke it, which was close enough for him), and since Germans were good with cooking potatoes, it made sense for Prussia to cook them. "If you make some French fries, that'd be awesome. It'd be like McDonald's, only better!"
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Post by [x] Prussia on Apr 4, 2012 18:52:02 GMT -5
Prussia sighed, realizing that the others expected him to be the one to locate and cook the potatoes. He supposed it was the logical course of action, since he was the one who suggested it after all. Standing up from his place at the table, he gave into his hunger. "You will all be so amazed by my potato-making skills that you'll have no choice but to praise me!" he claimed, wandering over to the cupboards.
"Alright, where are they at?" he wondered, bending down and digging through the lowest cupboard. He rummaged through several cans of vegetables, boxes of uncooked pasta, and some flour. Finally locating the bag near the back, he pulled it out and opened it up. He took a deep breath and inhaled their earthy smell, grinning.
"The Awesome Prussia has found them!" he shouted, bringing the bag over to the table and dumping its contents out. "There's quite a few in here, so there should be enough for everyone. Fries, huh?" He looked down at the tubers. "I'll try my best, but I'm better with baked or mashed... Maybe broiled! We can have all sorts!" he decided with a smirk.
Grabbing as many potatoes as he could with one handful, he brought them over to the sink and put them under the running water. They'd need the dirt cleaned off the skins before they were ready for cooking.
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Post by Lithuania on Apr 5, 2012 6:06:04 GMT -5
"What a healthy meal." Lithuania stated, slightly sarcastically, still. It was good that they had managed to find things to rustle up into a meal. "If you're better at baked and such then you can always cut them up into chips and cover them with oil then bake them. It works." ((Oh, PS. I mean chips as in, MY chips, not crisps XD)) And it's healthier than frying...
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Post by china on Apr 23, 2012 0:10:27 GMT -5
China slammed into the door, his needle drizzling black liquid half slipping from his fingers. He needed to get rid of it and he had a feeling that only Drano could obliterate the odd bacteria in this specimen.
He ignored the others because this was really not the time for proper greetings among friends... and tea, and poetry...
He reached under the sink and took out the chemical drain cleaner, splashing it into a popcorn bowl made of tin. China broke the class casing of the needle and let the liquid sizzle, meeting its new worst nightmare, all the while biting his ponytail between clenched teeth so it wouldn't sizzle with the sauce within. That was making his face crimson.
Once it started to die (or ended its death, more appropriately said) Yao let his jaws muscles declench from his very sensitive ponytail and let himself try to normal his breathing and rather unholy thoughts for a moment of peace.
"Never," he panted a small hand on his beating heart, "bring wormwood here... again, aru~..." He stopped short and looked at his concussion, almost like his wide almond eyes were debating on whether he should taste it.
"What if-? Lithuania~!" He called over, turning on his chair and peeking up like a child with his nose over the rim and his knees propped up on the chair, backwards, "could Drano work on zombie flesh, aru~?"
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Post by Singapore on Apr 23, 2012 5:15:26 GMT -5
Grumble
"So hungry!" Singapore said out loud. "Where the kitchen? How come I cannot find it? I want to eat some rojak!!!"
Singapore continued talking to herself in Singlish to try to ignore her rumbling belly. She could smell something. Could've been meat. But she tried not to get her hopes up. A few minutes ago, she though she smelled some chicken rice, turned out to be some sort of weird looking something that she couldn't identify. In whatever case, she isn't want to find out that she was hallucinating again.
"Aiyah! So hungry!!" he said again, this time louder. She was already thinking that she would rather eat England's fish and chips than have to suffer through her hunger when she found out, the smell of meat, was real.
(('Rojak' is a type of fruit salad with sweet prawn paste. 'Aiyah' is just a form of saying 'oh no' or 'omigosh'.))
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Post by America on Apr 23, 2012 9:19:24 GMT -5
[[oh, god, i forgot about this thread, sorry! *bows down in apology*]]
"I don't care how they're cooked, so long as they're nice and salty." America said with a grin, rolling the cut meat into nice, round balls. He needed to cook a lot, considering the amount of countries in the kitchen. Besides, they had plenty of meat to go around at the moment. Frankly, it was almost disgusting how much meat this...thing had on it. If America wasn't so hungry, he probably wouldn't be touching it at the moment. "How many does everyone want?"
He was about to grab a frying pan when China suddenly burst into the room, emptying something into a tin bowl. The large nation blinked, somewhat confused with this odd behavior. He always knew the Asian countries were weird (and the European countries, and practically every country that wasn't him), but this took weird to a whole new meaning. Well, he's a medic, so...he's probably doing...something? That much was obvious.
Curious as to China's intentions, America reached over to grab a frying pan, glancing into the tin bowl as he did. "Dude, what the hell is that?" he asked, making sure he didn't get too close.
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