*Open* Russian Comforts

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Who: Bulgaria and Lithuania +others if they'd like to join
What: Comfort food?
Where: The kitchen.
When: Afternoon sometime?
Rating: Might be a little swearing on Bulgaria's part so, PG

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Lithuania was already at the counter, having gotten out a cutting board and knife and beginning to chop the fresh ingrediants he'd already found from the fridge. He was humming as he worked, a soft tune from his own country -- and he'd been so distracted by his cooking that, even though he knew he was expecting company, he jumped nearly a foot in the air when he heard Bulgaria's soft voice beside him, crying out.

"O-o-oh, Bulgaria," he said, face flushed, trembling, and holding a very large, very sharp knife. "You surprised me!"

He slowly set the knife down, smiling. "I thought I would make vareniki and... maybe some soup," he said, thoughtfully. "Does that sound good to you...?"

To be honest, Lithuania didn't know what to think of Bulgaria. The man... he really, truly seemed to like Russia, and just that was enough to put Lithuania at a bit of discomfort. Bulgaria didn't seem like a bad person, himself, but anybody who really liked Russia was one to be treated with caution...

Even so, Lithuania was stuck with him, and he was nice enough, so far, so there was no reason to act otherwise with the man.

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Bulgaria smiled at the other nation. He was so polite, and courteous. No wonder he was a favorite of Mr. Russia. Lithuania was a very nice young man, and Bulgaria was pleased to know that the other was at least friendly enough to do something for him. That truly meant a lot to him.

"Careful with that." He teased as he saw the large cooking utensil the nation had in his hands. It was an interesting sight to see. Such a calm, sweet nation holding such a device. Bulgaria chuckled softly at the sight and back away a bit to let Lithuania prepare the meal.

"That sounds lovely." He purred, raising his arms and stretching. It was quite nice to have another nation that was in Mr. Russia's inner circle to talk to.

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"Oh, ah, it's!" Lithuania looked down at the knife, laughed nervously, and then quickly looked back up at Bulgaria, flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry! I was just, you know, cutting ingredients..." He slowly picked the knife back up, focusing on the cutting board and getting back to work, looking very flustered.

There was something about Bulgaria that just threw him off-guard. Lithuania couldn't quite place it. He's nice, he reminded himself, so you be nice, too. And he was, wasn't he? Nice nice nice.

Already having the dough started, Lithuania set the knife down and turned back to the ball of dough, beginning to knead it. He stopped, glanced to Bulgaria, and then smiled. "Hey," he said, "if you don't mind helping, would you knead this and spread it out?" He offered a rolling pin to the other nation, smiling. "It will go faster if we work together."

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"I'd love to help~" Bulgaria said with an almost sing-song tone in his voice. "I haven't cooked in quite a long time." He rolled up his sleeves, and proceeded to knead the dough before him, pressing it firmly with the edges of his palms. A small smile was clear on the Bulgarian's sleepy face, and it was clear he was actually enjoying this moment.

But even as he was enjoying this time with Lithuania, he had to bring up the one question on his mind. "Do you know why we're all here, Mr. Lithuania?" he asked softly, an almost dark look in his eyes. "Have we done something wrong?" His hands skillfully continued to knead the dough. "I-I haven't seen Mr. Russia...maybe he's mad at us..."

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It was strange, Lithuania thought, to speak in Russian to someone that wasn't Russia. Maybe it was the language that was making him uneasy? Probably so... Lithuania made a mental note to erase the association in his mind. After all, Belarus used Russian, and she was just...

Lithuania almost sighed in content. Wonderful.

It took him a moment to snap back into reality, but when he did, he realized that Bulgaria was talking to him. Glancing sideways, Lithuania frowned, thoughtful. No, he wasn't sure why any of them were there, but Russia's (and Germany's) absence was perplexing -- sometimes downright worrisome...

"I don't know," Lithuania answered, softly. "I don't... remember doing anything wrong, but..." His voice lowered, a moment, "...even the slightest thing can be wrong, around Russia."

He didn't want to bad-mouth Russia too much. Bulgaria seemed to really like him, and Lithuania had the sick feeling that no matter how nice he was now, he'd sell Lithuania and all his transgressions out in a heartbeat if Russia only asked.

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Bulgaria glanced at Lithuania. His intuition was telling him that this other nation had a bit of apprehensiveness towards him. It didn't surprise him all that much. After all, he could be considered a traitor during this past war. He did attack Germany under Russia's command. He tried to smile, but he just couldn't. He liked Mr. Russia. He really did, and he appreciated and was thankful for being rescued by him so many times. Bulgaria was a little hesitant himself. Maybe...Maybe Mr. Russia had bribed Lithuania into being kind to him. Maybe he was the only nation in trouble. Maybe--he was getting ahead of himself.

He tried to form another smile. But they were beginning to fail him. "But even the slightest thing can be right to Mr. Russia, no matter how wrong it is, Lithuania." Bulgaria said with an odd sort of cheer to his voice. A soft chuckle came from his lips. "Maybe Mr. Russia is the one that built this place...and perhaps--" He glanced at Lithuania, finally smiling again. "Mr. Russia has finally made us all one as a family, and there can finally be peace!"

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For some reason, Bulgaria's words didn't do anything to soothe Lithuania in the slightest. He felt his heart quicken at just the thought, but he managed a smile anyway, trying not to start a fight with Bulgaria, here. There was really no reason for that... just because Bulgaria had blind devotion didn't make him a bad person. Innocent until proven guilty, right?

...Not that Russia believed that or anything.

Instead, Lithuania decided to focus on the one thing he knew he could definitely agree on.

"Peace," he said, quietly. "That would be nice, wouldn't it?"

Glancing to the dough, he smiled a bit, turning to grab the small bag of flour and beginning to spread it across the adjacent counter top. "Here, bring it over here and we can roll it out," he offered.

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"Peace would be a truly exceptional thing." Bulgaria mused as he set the dough out for Lithuania. Peace was such a wonderful thing to imagine, but the mere idea of its possibility was so farfetched and out there that it seemed unlikely. But one could hope, couldn't they?

Bulgaria hummed quietly to himself, his mind focusing on the idea that Mr. Russia was trying to unite the nations together as a family...but there was always the other option.

"Maybe Mr. Germany is mad at everyone...maybe this is punishment from him...and not Mr. Russia."

He felt a small shiver run up his spine. Yes, he liked Mr. Germany, but he was so afraid he was mad at him. Bulgaria was sorry for having needed to attack him...but he couldn't help it. Mr. Russia told him to. And he'd do whatever Mr. Russia asked...Right?

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Taking the rolling pin he'd gotten out previously, Lithuania spread a light bit of flour over it before moving in front of the dough, beginning to roll it out. The movement was repetitive, almost soothing -- back and forth, back and forth -- that was, until Bulgaria mentioned Germany. Suddenly, Lithuania almost lost grip of the rolling pin -- it slid too far forward and rolled off the dough, making a loud noise as it smacked against the counter.

"A-ah," Lithuania said, quietly. "Germany... I... didn't think about it." He'd been occupied by Germany for quite some time before Russia had... intervened, and the occupation hadn't been the rosiest. So much death... so much destruction... Lithuania winced for a moment. The war was still too fresh in his mind. Germany... he didn't want to think about it.

"I hope not," he murmured, finally. "If it's Russia... at least he's kind, sometimes." In the end, it was true, and Lithuania almost felt sick hoping it was Russia who's captured them. I guess there really is a first time for everything, he thought.

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Bulgaria rose an eyebrow, surprised to see Lithuania's shock at the mentioning of Germany. He carefully placed a hand on the nation's back and rubbed gently as if to soothe the other. He smiled a genuine smile at him, and began to comfort the other as best as possible. "I doubt Mr. Germany would have done this to us all...If he had, I'm sure I'd be in a very bad situation. He's not too happy I started working for Mr. Russia." Again, he rubbed Lithuania's back.

"Even if Mr. Russia had captured all of us, I doubt he'd keep us in the dark as to why." Bulgaria gathered up the rolling pin and handed it back to the nation. "At least, I don't think he would..."