The Matfred Chronicles: Cupcakes
The Matfred Chronicles
Chapter 6: Cupcakes
Rating: G
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Mountains upon mountains upon mountains upon mountains of frosting, colored in so many hues, it’s a miracle that the various tints were distinct.
Canada picked up a pastry from the cookie sheet it rested on, taking in the details with the most scrutiny.
Canada had never truly trusted America’s cooking. Not since he had transformed an honest attempt to make bacon into a near to disastrous house fire, complete with blaring sirens, jets of water shooting into windows, and two bodies shivering in the night air.
He probably bought these, Canada thought to convince himself of the most explainable conclusions, but this theory did not account for the mixing bowl on the table, the remnants of flour that had been unintentionally scattered on the granite, the spatula tossed in the sink, coated in batter and America, gazing intently at his brother, still wearing an apron with the cliché “Kiss The Cook” plastered to the cloth.
Okay, maybe he did make them, but I still can’t believe he made something edible for once, Canada silently praised America’s accomplishment of not creating charred ashes while cooking.
Aware of the eyes observing him, Canada took a knife from the drawer next to him and scraped half of the frothy sugar off of the cupcake and into the garbage, leaving a still rather large helping of frosting on top. Slowly, he peeled the wrapper from the cake itself, discarded it, and took a cautious bite. The vanilla flavor of the cake was sharp against his taste buds, brilliantly complimented by the rainbow icing. The creaminess of the substance was delectable beyond belief.
“Mmmmm…” Canada mumbled, expressing his enthusiasm before taking another bite. America watched in triumph as Canada gobbled the treat, savoring each bit. Canada swiped his tongue along his lips, bliss upon his face. “That was really good, Al,” Canada commented as soon as every scrap of cupcake had been consumed.
America smiled lightly, impressed with the response. “It’s a new recipe I made,” he remarked, snatching his own sample from the sheet. He sunk his teeth into the soft bread. “I’m happy it was a success,” America licked away the frosting mustache that had formed on his upper lip.
Canada felt an urge to show his thanks for the food but didn’t know how to go about it- Verbally? With a gesture? Just be silent and smile?
His wandering eyes caught the black instructions on the apron he had dismissed shortly before. Without another thought, he stepped closer to the apron-clad person in front of him and followed the command exactly as printed.
Advice could come from the strangest of places.
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This chapter was significantly shorter than its predecessors. I didn’t expect it to be finished in the short time it took me to write it, but this fanfiction always has surprises for me.
Next Keyword: Olympics (suggested by MeowChan16)
~Curlee1029
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Chapter 6: Cupcakes
Rating: G
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Mountains upon mountains upon mountains upon mountains of frosting, colored in so many hues, it’s a miracle that the various tints were distinct.
Canada picked up a pastry from the cookie sheet it rested on, taking in the details with the most scrutiny.
Canada had never truly trusted America’s cooking. Not since he had transformed an honest attempt to make bacon into a near to disastrous house fire, complete with blaring sirens, jets of water shooting into windows, and two bodies shivering in the night air.
He probably bought these, Canada thought to convince himself of the most explainable conclusions, but this theory did not account for the mixing bowl on the table, the remnants of flour that had been unintentionally scattered on the granite, the spatula tossed in the sink, coated in batter and America, gazing intently at his brother, still wearing an apron with the cliché “Kiss The Cook” plastered to the cloth.
Okay, maybe he did make them, but I still can’t believe he made something edible for once, Canada silently praised America’s accomplishment of not creating charred ashes while cooking.
Aware of the eyes observing him, Canada took a knife from the drawer next to him and scraped half of the frothy sugar off of the cupcake and into the garbage, leaving a still rather large helping of frosting on top. Slowly, he peeled the wrapper from the cake itself, discarded it, and took a cautious bite. The vanilla flavor of the cake was sharp against his taste buds, brilliantly complimented by the rainbow icing. The creaminess of the substance was delectable beyond belief.
“Mmmmm…” Canada mumbled, expressing his enthusiasm before taking another bite. America watched in triumph as Canada gobbled the treat, savoring each bit. Canada swiped his tongue along his lips, bliss upon his face. “That was really good, Al,” Canada commented as soon as every scrap of cupcake had been consumed.
America smiled lightly, impressed with the response. “It’s a new recipe I made,” he remarked, snatching his own sample from the sheet. He sunk his teeth into the soft bread. “I’m happy it was a success,” America licked away the frosting mustache that had formed on his upper lip.
Canada felt an urge to show his thanks for the food but didn’t know how to go about it- Verbally? With a gesture? Just be silent and smile?
His wandering eyes caught the black instructions on the apron he had dismissed shortly before. Without another thought, he stepped closer to the apron-clad person in front of him and followed the command exactly as printed.
Advice could come from the strangest of places.
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This chapter was significantly shorter than its predecessors. I didn’t expect it to be finished in the short time it took me to write it, but this fanfiction always has surprises for me.
Next Keyword: Olympics (suggested by MeowChan16)
~Curlee1029
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