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

[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

[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

[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.