mistakes that we make [2/3]e
anonymous
June 25 2011, 00:08:58 UTC
“Tell us when you’re ready then.” Then the water was boiling and he was busy again, pulling the pot off the burner and setting the pan of oil in its place, adjusting the temperature and then turning to his bowl of flour and baking soda, pouring the hot liquid into the bowl slowly, stirring it with the fork in his other hand.
“Yeah,” Prussia was the only one to see France’s tired smile and he reached over to pull the other nation into his lap, rubbing his back comfortingly.
Spain glanced over again as he was spooning the dough into a pastry bag, smiling comfortingly, but unable to do anything else. Prussia grinned back, continuing the small circular motions on France’s back with one hand and running the other through the quieted nation’s long blond hair.
Carefully piping the dough out into the sizzling oil, Spain’s mouth was pursed in concentration, and France smiled tiredly at the sight, leaning his head into Prussia’s gentle touches.
“Thanks…. I really don’t know what I’d have done without you mes amis.”
“Don’t mention it,” Prussia patted the Frenchman’s back and ceased rubbing it, grinning, “Besides, now I get to eat churros for breakfast!”
Spain took the finished churro out of the pan and piped in two more, turning for a moment to retrieve the honey and sugar from the counter and pulling plates out of the cupboard.
“Come on and get yours Francia, before it gets cold.” He moved the finished churro onto a plate and drizzled some of the honey over it, turning just in time to pull the next two finished churros from the pan, replacing them with more dough.
“Thanks Spain.” France picked up the plate and pulled a drawer open to retrieve a fork and knife, knowing exactly where the other nation kept his utensils.
Prussia leaned over his shoulder, looking at the other two finished churros hopefully, “Are those two mine?”
“Yup!” Spain grinned and moved them onto another plate, sprinkling some sugar onto them before Prussia snatched them up, bouncing over to the table to eat with France following more slowly behind.
Spain grinned and pulled the next two finished churros out of the oil, turning off the burner and setting them onto a plate to prepare them for himself, “I’ll have your coffee and hot chocolate ready in a minute.”
“Thanks Spanien!” Prussia’s reply was muffled but understandable, as he spoke with his mouth full of half-chewed churro.
“Ewww, Gilbert, don’t talk with your mouth full,” France’s disgusted face was amusing, prompting a laugh from Spain as he set about putting coffee in the machine and pulling the milk out of the fridge, shaking the container ruefully.
“Don’t let me forget to go out and buy milk today,” He pulled a bar of chocolate out of the cupboard, along with a small saucepan and poured the last of the milk into the pan, adding broken bits of chocolate and stirring.
The coffee machine was making hissing sounds as the water boiled, and Spain paused in his stirring of the chocolate drink to pull three mugs out of the cupboard, setting them in a row on the counter.
“Cream and sugar in your coffee, right?” Turning to look at France, he was amused to see him wiping the sugar gently off of Prussia’s face.
“Yeah, thanks,” The French nation paused in his cleaning of Prussia’s face to smile at Spain, “Three spoonfuls.”
“Of course,” the coffee was slowly dripping down into the pot, and Spain pulled the sugar jar back out, adding a spoonful to the hot chocolate and stirring some more.
“Yeah,” Prussia was the only one to see France’s tired smile and he reached over to pull the other nation into his lap, rubbing his back comfortingly.
Spain glanced over again as he was spooning the dough into a pastry bag, smiling comfortingly, but unable to do anything else. Prussia grinned back, continuing the small circular motions on France’s back with one hand and running the other through the quieted nation’s long blond hair.
Carefully piping the dough out into the sizzling oil, Spain’s mouth was pursed in concentration, and France smiled tiredly at the sight, leaning his head into Prussia’s gentle touches.
“Thanks…. I really don’t know what I’d have done without you mes amis.”
“Don’t mention it,” Prussia patted the Frenchman’s back and ceased rubbing it, grinning, “Besides, now I get to eat churros for breakfast!”
Spain took the finished churro out of the pan and piped in two more, turning for a moment to retrieve the honey and sugar from the counter and pulling plates out of the cupboard.
“Come on and get yours Francia, before it gets cold.” He moved the finished churro onto a plate and drizzled some of the honey over it, turning just in time to pull the next two finished churros from the pan, replacing them with more dough.
“Thanks Spain.” France picked up the plate and pulled a drawer open to retrieve a fork and knife, knowing exactly where the other nation kept his utensils.
Prussia leaned over his shoulder, looking at the other two finished churros hopefully, “Are those two mine?”
“Yup!” Spain grinned and moved them onto another plate, sprinkling some sugar onto them before Prussia snatched them up, bouncing over to the table to eat with France following more slowly behind.
Spain grinned and pulled the next two finished churros out of the oil, turning off the burner and setting them onto a plate to prepare them for himself, “I’ll have your coffee and hot chocolate ready in a minute.”
“Thanks Spanien!” Prussia’s reply was muffled but understandable, as he spoke with his mouth full of half-chewed churro.
“Ewww, Gilbert, don’t talk with your mouth full,” France’s disgusted face was amusing, prompting a laugh from Spain as he set about putting coffee in the machine and pulling the milk out of the fridge, shaking the container ruefully.
“Don’t let me forget to go out and buy milk today,” He pulled a bar of chocolate out of the cupboard, along with a small saucepan and poured the last of the milk into the pan, adding broken bits of chocolate and stirring.
The coffee machine was making hissing sounds as the water boiled, and Spain paused in his stirring of the chocolate drink to pull three mugs out of the cupboard, setting them in a row on the counter.
“Cream and sugar in your coffee, right?” Turning to look at France, he was amused to see him wiping the sugar gently off of Prussia’s face.
“Yeah, thanks,” The French nation paused in his cleaning of Prussia’s face to smile at Spain, “Three spoonfuls.”
“Of course,” the coffee was slowly dripping down into the pot, and Spain pulled the sugar jar back out, adding a spoonful to the hot chocolate and stirring some more.
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