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Post by Lithuania on Apr 23, 2012 13:20:52 GMT -5
Lithuania sighed. "Well, whatever Prussia thinks I guess."
He blinked owlishly as China shot into the room and started muttering to himself...and using the frying pan, for some odd reason.
"....Uh....I'm not sure..." Lithuania said, startled. He wasn't entirely sure what the Asian Nation was talking about.
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Post by china on Apr 23, 2012 17:30:41 GMT -5
China was back, looking at the chemical mix with fascination.
"I think we could load a weapon with this, aru," Yao waved at the bowl in front of him, "Wormwood is a heart starter but it can't be used after a few hours of taking it out, aru, or we face dangerous consequences with raw material," he said with boredom, watching the liquid bubble, "I dipped the chemical in Drano. Drano burns through pipe systems and kills tissue and hair clogging. Like third degree burns," he clarified, "if we could somehow put its compound in a needle that you shoot from a long range weapon, the crystals within would cause massive bleeding and swelling in the damaged brain--- Are those meat buns?" He eyed the counter, his attention completely escorted off track. Derailed.
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Post by America on Apr 23, 2012 20:43:34 GMT -5
Frankly, America wasn't quite sure he understood what it was exactly that China was talking about. Something about using chemicals in weapons to destroy zombies but, otherwise, it was beyond him. Especially what with the way he randomly came in.
However, a bit of China's words were able to get through his head. Crystals, internal bleeding, damaged brain... He assumed it was a way to get rid of zombies. A pretty damn good way to get rid of zombies, America noticed. He was starting to really like these ideas, even if he only understood half of what China said. "That's...it's actually...wait, hamburgers?" He still didn't fully follow the change in conversation, though. "Uh, yeah. You want one?"
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Post by china on Apr 23, 2012 22:59:32 GMT -5
Frankly, America wasn't quite sure he understood what it was exactly that China was talking about. Something about using chemicals in weapons to destroy zombies but, otherwise, it was beyond him. Especially what with the way he randomly came in.
However, a bit of China's words were able to get through his head. Crystals, internal bleeding, damaged brain... He assumed it was a way to get rid of zombies. A pretty damn good way to get rid of zombies, America noticed. He was starting to really like these ideas, even if he only understood half of what China said. "That's...it's actually...wait, hamburgers?" He still didn't fully follow the change in conversation, though. "Uh, yeah. You want one?" China pressed his long fingers on his stomach, pocking it and measuring his hunger, "I don't trust fast food without knowing where the meat came from, aru." You'd think with all those cop shows America produced he'd be able to understand the idea of the drano bomb but the light of understanding didn't hit him. China shook the 'do not shake' Drano can, "Drano, burns through anything, aru. Drano put in a weapon and injected in their brain from long range, instant melt." As disgusting as that sounded, this was war and they where not going to get out without this ferocious enemy downsized.
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Post by Lithuania on Apr 25, 2012 12:05:09 GMT -5
"That sounds clever. You should mention it to the snipers. It could definatly be a help!" Lithuania agreed nervously.
He shook his head slightly at the tangent "The meat, we presume, is a deer, brought in by Scotland"
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Post by America on Apr 25, 2012 17:18:46 GMT -5
This was sounding more and more like one of his Hollywood movies- melting a zombies brain with a simple shot from a sniper? Brilliant. Absolutely ingenious. "Dude!" he grinned down at the 'Drano', as China had called it, excitement glimmering in his eyes. "That's...that's awesome!" And, really, it was. America loved this sort of thing and was more than eager to put it to good use.
"Oh, and, yeah, it's just deer, not fast food." He didn't even bother mentioning that it was probably deer. Lithuania had already done that, and China could most likely tell that they weren't 100% sure what this mystery meat was. "I can make one helluva burger for ya, and we got plenty to go around. You sure you don't want any?"
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Post by china on Apr 26, 2012 21:58:22 GMT -5
He grinned wildly and coxcombically, he was easily the kind to pique oneself, enjoying the compliment but not letting any guilt build in his gut from the subject. After all, Drano was only a pipe flusher chemical. It wasn't completely new on the lines of attack but... odd, mostly. It was disregarded for good reason, with contact to human skin, it would burn like the core of a flame or the acid of a scientific broth.
"Who let you cook meat?" China snapped before clack on the flat-bed vegetable stove, "I should be the one doing these tasks, aru. Plus, I have much more experience and better taste, aru," as repugnant and immature as that sounded China's 'task' was nothing tiny. Re-introducing his idiosyncratic dishes from deer meat and maple flavouring? It was either entirely, completely, naive and impossible or something to be vaunted with a thousand great praises.
He twisted and stuck his nose near the meat, "this needs to be cleaned. It smells fresh but it might have hairs if it was skinned properly, aru."
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Post by Singapore on Apr 27, 2012 4:59:16 GMT -5
Yes, definitely meat. Singapore sniffed the air one more time just to take in the sweat smell of food and to recheck her double check. She followed the scent of meat to its origin; the kitchen. But as she got close to her desired room, she heard voices. She stopped in her tracks. NO!!! Her desired place had been taken! But maybe she could join in their meal.
'No.' she thought to herself. 'I can't just barge in their and announce that I'm hungry. It just wouldn't be right.'
She was about to head back to her bunk to sleep off her hunger when the smell overcame her. This was not good. If there was one thing that can tempt Singapore, it was an empty stomach and a kitchen.
'Just a peak.' she said to herself. She poked her head through the doorway and see some Nations around a table filled with... HAMBURGERS?? 'Since when did that exist? And in England's kitchen???'
She took a closer look at the nations. Just as she thought, America was there as well. She looked again at the other nations... CHINA!! China was there! But, what was that on his hand? Some sort of ugly looking liquid that she saw earlier on. There were other nations around the table that she couldn't recognize, but seeing China and America was enough.
"China, America! Long time no see!" greets Singapore. "Mind if I join in?"
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Post by Lithuania on Apr 27, 2012 11:04:04 GMT -5
"China, as long as it isn't England cooking I don't particularly mind who...." Lithuania sighed. The way those two would cook the 'burgers' would be so different....
Lithuania jumped slightly as the door swung open and Singapore...he thought...burst in.
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Post by America on Apr 27, 2012 17:39:59 GMT -5
America didn't particularly like people telling him his cooking sucked. Many people loved his cooking, for goodness sakes! McDonald's was a worldwide thing now, and many other of his fast-food chains were starting to spread. "It's clean enough," he retorted. "Scotland was the one who cleaned it, not me, and since he's England's brother, you know he'll be all nit-picky and neat. Besides, your taste in food sucks. You eat dogs."
Okay, he really liked China's food. So long as it wasn't dog meat, that is. However, he constantly ordered takeout Chinese back in the States and always enjoyed it. But no one insulted America's cooking and got away with it.
Wanting to go all patriotic on China and start listing the 101 reasons as to why American cooking is superior, he almost didn't notice the new voice added in. But, being America meant he was awesome enough to hear anything, so he quickly spun to look at the newcomer. "Hi!" he exclaimed, quickly losing his frown and shooting the other country a grin. "Yeah, come right on in. You want a burger? I'm pretty sure you'll think my cooking is awesome." With those words, he shot a pointed glare at China.
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Post by china on Apr 27, 2012 22:46:35 GMT -5
China blinked, backing up in shock. Scotland was not known for his cooking. In fact the words 'Scottish' and 'delicious delicacies' were more foreign to China than 'Antarctica' and 'tropical vista'.
China was oiling the stove, letting a heaty sizzle crimp the ears, "who said I couldn't even make dogs taste good? If you don't be careful," he pointed a spatula at America, much too motherly in action, "I'll add an extra dish of cat siopao, Compliments of Hong Kong." He half joked and turned back, peaking over his shoulder because he didn't want to really insult America, he just wasn't in the mood for a greasy A&W free for all when there was much more to this kitchen. He took pride in his cooking! Small diners made his life outside of the country possible. He was the greatest agricultural society. China didn't want to live in gassy stomach pains from flipped deer burgers on a BBQ when his hunger pains could be flicked off with the touch of his rice pan.
Steaming the vegetables under bowls he listened to the spice cannets before picking a few to make into a thick sweet and sour sauce.
"Ok," he puffed out a sigh, feeling way too nice, "you grab the meat, I make everything else. But if you make me sick, you're paying for my hospital bills!" He catered firmly, spatula in fist as his accent thrived thicker by the syllable.
This one... had attitude.
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Post by Singapore on Apr 28, 2012 3:14:30 GMT -5
"Yeah, come right on in. You want a burger? I'm pretty sure you'll think my cooking is awesome."
Singapore beamed. She liked hamburgers and was glad that America asked her. But before she could answer, China said something about making dogs taste good and she thought that her appetite got lost for a second. But it came back when she saw the hamburgers. She sat down in front of the burgers and took one while China decided to do some cooking of his own. She looked intently at what China was cooking. He was already grabbing handfuls of vegetables when she realized he was going to make something--pardon me--Chinese. But Singapore could eat both western and Asian food at the same time. She was flexible. She could eat everything! If they let her.
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Post by America on Apr 28, 2012 15:38:35 GMT -5
Thankful that there weren't any cats or dogs for China to fry up (America was certain he'd do it, just to be mean), the taller country decided that it might not be such a bad idea letting China cook some of the meal. Chinese food was always delicious, after all. Placing the raw meat onto his own frying pan and moving it to the stove, he still kept on his frown. He certainly wasn't going to act happy and kind and polite to China. Not after his obvious jab at western cooking. "If you haven't noticed, there aren't any hospitals here. So, ha! I won't be paying for your hospital bills." He looked smug and then remembered something. "Oh, and you won't even need to go to the hospital. I'm not England."
With a small little 'hmph', he turned to face Singapore, grabbing a spatula as he did so. "How many do ya want?" he asked. "We got plenty of meat, so eat all you can!"
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Post by china on Apr 29, 2012 1:02:19 GMT -5
The door cracked open, its creak like nails on a chalk board, agonizing.
China sniffed the air and put a bowl over his food, masking the nutritional scent and leaned with his elbows on the counter, looking like his worse fears were being realized. He eyed the food. The door. The food. The door. The food--
--After a come and go scurrying dart; he was suddenly hugging a brash bundle of checker coloured fur; it bore a tiny but powerful embodiment with supple clawed paws.
“我告诉你,留在袋!Pandas are so stubborn and self defeating! Aiyah, it's like she doesn't hear one word I say!”
China drummed his fingers, agitated, on the kitchenette trying to re-discover were he left off.
As he established his origin, the little thing fit herself snugly on China's ponytailed shoulder munching on a bit of stray hair (first CD cases now lychee flavoured shampoo? What had this world come to?).
"America, you should let Singapore and Lithuania give you a hand, aru," he said as he tried to find his cool, a panda snoring and awake on his shoulder with its belly up, "there's two thousand pounds of meat there and we want this for tonight," he said calmly after the mortifying calamity. What if they'd shot it?
There was a strict 'no animal' policy for virus control but he accepted consequences. No one would ever commit that kind of danger for any other species.
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Post by Singapore on Apr 30, 2012 8:29:33 GMT -5
She shrieked. Just all of a sudden, there was a cute panda lying on China's shoulder and chewing on his hair.
"America, you should let Singapore and Lithuania give you a hand, aru," China said.
She was going to help Amerca, afterall, she was the one eating their food. It would be bad manners to just eat without returning the favor. This was what England taught her. But she couldn't help but stare at the panda.
"Hen ke ai!" It's so cute! she said. Singapore wondered where it came from, but seeing the cute little creature snore so comfortably on China's shoulder and how China was trying to maintain his cool hike continuing to cook, she decided against it. Then a thought crossed her mind. Was America the one who needed help? Or did China need more? If Lithuania helped America, she could help China cook since he had a slumbering meal on his shoulder. Besides, she was more experiences in Chinese cooking than western.
"Are you sure you don't need more help?" She asked China. "I'll be more than happy to help!"
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