Mama's in the Kitchen [open]

[regnummaria]

Who: Hungary (regnummaria) and Latvia (baidos)
What: Hungary is making celebratory sweets after Russia has seemingly disappeared
When: Afternoon
Where: Kitchen!
Warnings: excessive amounts of cute

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[baidos]

It had been a while, it seemed, since Latvia had spent any extended period of time outside of his room. Really, he was afraid that he would run into Russia again, a fate he would much rather avoid more than anything in the world, but it was coming to his attention that he had not seen the nation in a rather long time. And extremely long time, in fact. He wondered if something had happened to him, brief moments of worry passing over him in short waves before sanity kicked in, reminding him that he hated Russia more than anyone in the world.

So it was, now that he was gaining more confidence in Dr. del Oro's words that he would be kept safe, that the boy-like nation strode from his room, tummy rumbling softly. He really needed to was something big, the tiny snacks he had been making himself to keep out of sight were doing murder on his stomach, so it was, with pink bunny in arms, that he had resolved to go to the kitchen and make himself something nice. There were many cameras, so even if something did happen, which he prayed nothing would happen, someone would come to his rescue. Or so he hoped.

As tiny feet walked themselves to the kitchen, smells tickled his nose, exciting his stomach to gurgle with glee as he approached. The voice inside that hummed songs so similar to his own was definitely not Russia's. It was very female and vaguely familiar. He gripped tightly to the stuffed creature in his arms as he opened the door, looking in to see who that sweet siren beyond the door could be.

His eyes grew wide as he blinked at her. Is that... Ungārija? he thought. She was so lovely, so graceful, and it had to be her as there were so few female countries in the world. His stomach grumbled loudly and he cursed it, quickly huddling himself back behind the door. If she was making something, it was probably best if he didn't disturb her, even if his stomach protested.

[regnummaria]

Cinnamon, nutmeg...apples? Where were apples! Hungary kneeled down to the cabinet and fumbled around inside for any kind of plastic bag that would have fruit in it.
"...course it could be in the fridge.." she mumbled to herself and sat up, opening the fridge and finding what she needed. The apples in the bag were mostly red but a few green ones peeked out from the bottom of the sack. She fished one out, giving it a look over for bruising before she gently bit into its soft skin and with a crunch took a bite from the crisp orb.

When did everything start to be so clear? Before her head had been filled with nothing but anger and fear...waiting for the day when her nightmare would step into her view and come to claim her...but now she knew exactly where that nightmare was. Russia was latched to a bed somewhere deep within the belly of the sanctuary, far far away from her...his voice could not reach her here.

Hungary quickly brushed the thoughts away and bit into the apple again before pulling out six more and setting them on the counter. There was a tiny sound, like a puppy or small animal shuffling a bit behind her. The steps were too soft to be anyone she should fear, so she turned without breaking from the calm that graced her manner at the moment to see who it was.

"Hello? ...Excuse me? Hello!" she crept a bit towards the door with a small smile, peeking slightly around the door to see the little nation who stood huddled behind it.

"Why...hello there...what are you hiding back here for?" Hungary said, laughing lightly.

[baidos]

Eyes in a strange blue hue watched as the lady nation fluttered and fumbled around the kitchen, grabbing up this spice and that ingredient, his little stomach grumbling as his eyes widened with each new something that was added to the mix. Apples caught his attention. Apples of the richest colors, his favorite fruit and most cherished snack. He could almost taste the sweet juice as that lovely nation bit into it. He was lusting for it, and his stomach was encouraging the sin.

Visions of the fruit came to him for a moment, Latvia's mind drifting but for only the shortest time before a beautiful voice called out to him. He stiffened, his belly giving a growl in protest to making the image of apple tarts and apple bread disappear. He'd disturbed her, just as he had wanted to not do. As she came close, little feet tried to step away, but her smile called to him.

It was infectious, that smile, and slowly he found the corners of his mouth turning upward in a very faint grin. "I... h-hello," he mumbled, lowering his eyes, avoiding the beauty before him. If a lowly worm as himself stared to long into beauty, would that beauty become dirtied? He bit his lip, "I-I was just watching... I didn't mean to bother you. I'll... I-I'll just go," he prepared to turn when his stomach, fed up of this horrible treatment it had been put under growled loudly in anger.

His tummy was quite unhappy. It wanted food and it wanted food now. It would not allow itself to only be tempted by good smells; it wanted to be filled. Latvia stopped and gave an embarrassed laugh, "I'm sorry..."

[regnummaria]

Hungary smiled gently, "Absolutely not. This kitchen is open to everyone and I would never be able to live with myself had I let you go hungry!"
She put a hand gently on one of Latvia's shoulders and led him into the kitchen, leaving his side to go back to get a knife and begin to peel the delicate skins from around the fruit she had laid out.

"This may take a bit to get ready...so until then..." she set the knife back down after a thought and wiped her hands on the front of her apron before turning back to the smaller nation.
"Would you like a sandwhich? Some milk? Then...if you'd like I would certainly love having some help..that is if you want to of course." Hungary kept her voice soft and lower, trying to keep the atmosphere soothing so not to scare him off. Honestly, she would love having the company of someone like Latvia, someone who she had no reason to fear and had no reason to fear her.

[baidos]

As though it were a dream fulfilling itself in the real world, that hand at his shoulders was ethereal, a memory of something deep in his mind. Did he dream it, the sensation of that touch at his shoulder, or was it truly memory, whether that memory be real or fake? In a momentary trance, he let himself be led further into the bright lighting of the kitchen, thoughts tickling at the back of his mind. It wasn't until that hand left him, that he slowly pulled himself back to reality, where that sweet voice of Hungary spoke to him kindly.

He nodded, coaxing a smile to replace the odd expression that had been on his lips previously, "I... I'd love to help, i-if you want me to." The boy's stomach growled in agreement.

Latvia hadn't spent much time with Hungary yet. They had been together before, but he was always too young to involve himself in the affairs of older nations and kept himself in the back, being used as a shield or a pawn, but never as an entity capable of handling himself. Latvia was growing now and needed to be able to handle being in the presence of female nations that weren't Ukraine or Belarus. He had to remind himself that not all females were crazy or overbearing, but that they were all different, like snowflakes or rain drops. They were different, no matter how much Hungary was starting to remind him of someone else, of someone he knew he had never met before.

"What... are you making?" he finally decided to ask in an attempt to throw away that odd thought that wanted to be memory. He smiled a bit more genuinely this time, pulling himself closer, staring at the shiny red apples that she had gathered. If there was one thing in the world he could not resist, it was apples.