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[nutty_russian]

[Who's that staggering wandering the halls at such a late hour, singing Red Army Choir songs at the top of his lungs, bottle in hand?

Just your friendly neighborhood drunk, Russia.]

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I didn't forget anything really.

[englishspring]

[This teenager pokes his head out of the library doorway.]

Sir? Are you alright?

[nutty_russian]

[His head swivels around when he hears someone talking, and he nods, waving the bottle at you.]

Fine! Jus' going for walk.

[englishspring]

I see. Would you, er... mind some company? [Mostly to try and keep him out of trouble, but as the Russian is almost double his height Ashley here might not be terribly successful.]

[nutty_russian]

Company is good, very good, da. Do you want to drink? [He holds out the bottle helpfully.]

[englishspring]

Ah, thank you, no. [What is underage.]

You're Ivan, correct? [It's for him to tell, in his world Ivan usually wears a cloak over himself.]

[nutty_russian]

[Takes the bottle back and drinks from it.]

Ivan, Russia, da. You are Arthur.

[englishspring]

Ashley. [He corrects.] It's an honour to meet you, sir.

Would you perhaps like something to eat?

[nutty_russian]

Oh. So you are not England?

[Even in his drunken haze, he knows better than to eat anything prepared by someone with England's face, so he hesitates.]

Is there kitchen nearby?

[englishspring]

[Shakes his head.] No.

[Actually this one cooks decently!]

I think so. I could make you something if you'd like? [If he eats it would help a little with tomorrow's hangover.]

[nutty_russian]

England's cooking is awful. [He blurts it out without thinking.]

[englishspring]

Is it? I haven't tried much of it before. I like scones. [Yes, he still has trouble connecting himself to Englands like that.]

I'm better at Japanese food, but I could perhaps give something Russian a try?

[nutty_russian]

Horrible. His scones always look like....burned charcoal.

......can you make blini?

[englishspring]

Really? Are they supposed to look like that? The ones I've had have always been pale.

Blini... [He taps his chin thoughtfully.] I've heard of that. Those are the ones like pancakes, aren't they? I could certainly give them a try if I found a recipe.

[nutty_russian]

No. They are not normal scones. I have been told by France that they can actually melt holes in floor.

Da, like thin pancakes. They are best when served with honey and jam.

[englishspring]

I've noticed that Francis has a tendancy to overexaggerate.

Sounds fairly simple. Why don't we find a kitchen and see what we can cook up. [Only really he's going to sit you in a chair and serve you tea so you don't burn anything, namely yourself.]

[nutty_russian]

He does, but you wouldn't be saying that if you have ever tasted England's food.

[He smiles.] I will show you how to make blini!