DOUBLE UPDATE YES SIR.
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That night I slept soundly.
I wake up a little before sunrise, my body not being completely in sync with the time zone, and I decide to take a walk. Getting up and sneaking out was easy, but I don’t know any of the layout plans of the house. When I leave my room, I enter another room with a rug, couch, and coffee table littered with Russian car and gossip magazines. I creep down a hallway, and find a dining room. There are two diner-type doors that would separate an eating room from a cooking room, and I have a peculiar urge to cook. I’m so weird.
Walking into the kitchen, I see no one. Perfect. I get to experiment.
I get situated with where everything is, and pull out cinnamon, sugar, flour, syrup, eggs, milk…
When I’m finished, the sun is up, and the finished product is… I can’t even describe it. What I did was make sugar dough, rolled it into balls, soaked each ball in syrup, and layered the balls into a big bowl, putting it into the oven when the bowl was full. Everything came out warm and sticky and cooked, and tasted delicious.
“What are you doing!?” I hear a yell from behind me, and realize I can’t explain myself other than saying,
“Making breakfast.” I can’t even call it that. I’m covered in flour and syrup, still in my pajamas, barefoot, with my hair ratted and messy.
“What?” I finally acknowledge who it is. Lithuania is standing behind me, face flushed in annoyance, like I’m some little kid.
“Try some! I’m not even sure what it is, but yum!” I give him a sticky ball of cooked sugar dough, and he looks at it in his pale, ungloved hand which he’ll have to wash after eating.
“What… is it?” He mutters.
“I don’t even know. I made it and they’re delicious though.” He slowly nibbles it.
“Hmm… Not too bad… Not bad at all, in fact…” He murmurs in between bites.
“What’s happening in here?” I hear another voice, and Estonia enters.
“Taste testing my cooked product.” I explain, and he plucks one out and swiftly bites it.
“Wow! What do you call it?” He exclaims.
“I don’t know. It tastes good, right?”
“Yeah!” He replies, taking another.
“Are… You guys meeting without me?” I hear a weak voice - another person - and greet Latvia.
“Try one!” Estonia tells him, and, completely trusting Estonia, Latvia takes a dough ball and licks it. He bites it.
“Yum! I love it!” We all are standing in the kitchen, enjoying deliciousness, when the fifth and final person enters the room.
“What am I missing out on?” Russia asks. Estonia smiles lightly, cautious. Lithuania pales and backs up. Latvia just plain leaves. Russia is unfazed by the others wariness of him. I hold out the bowl.
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The World I Live In (Crazy Hetalia Fanfic)
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