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
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
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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.
"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."
"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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"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 ( ... )
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"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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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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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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