This whole chapter is dedicated for my hunger to cake
This is Rusphil but they're not in a relationship btw
Just bros bakin some cakes
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"Hi Ruski!" Philip greeted while carrying the ingredients he needs. Russia smiled in return while preparing the materials.
"So which cake are we going to make first?" Philip asked as he washes his hands and struggles a little to wear his hairnet. Russia noticed this and smiled, helping Philip with keeping his messy hair in tact.
"Thanks," Phil smiled as the other nodded. "Anyway, let's do yours first! The bird's milk cake!"
Russia chuckled a little nervously when Philip said that. "Are you really sure you want to do two cakes at the same day? Mine is very... Difficult.."
Philip waved it off and grabbed a measuring tablespoon, to which Russia told Phil not to.
"Eh..? Why?" He asked while setting the tablespoon down.
"This cake was made by my parents, so it goes way back, when we didn't have those measuring materials," Russia explained while grabbing a wooden spoon used for soup. "Well, my people have probably made measurements for the dish already, but I prefer this.."
"Wow, you already measured how much you needed?" Philip asked as he looked at the various cups filled with something different. "I didn't realise how much you love baking.."
Russia genuinely smiled as he grabbed a whip and the bowl of egg whites. "I'm not as good at baking as you are, but when it comes to things like these..." Russia smiled wider, remembering the simpler times when he and his siblings would try to bake the cake. "I guess the recipes just stuck with me since childhood."
Philip smiled too when he watched his friend whip the eggs with a nostalgic smile. "Sounds like this cake is more flavorful than I thought."
Russia chuckled and smiled down at the whipped egg whites. "Sunshine, can you hand me the sugar?"
Philip suddenly scoffed. "I am sugar," He said while grabbing Russia's free hand. The other just rolled his eyes and suddenly twirled Philip around.
This sudden movement made Philip widen his eyes and blush, especially when Russia pressed Phil's back against the other's chest while still holding his hand. Russia lowered himself to Philip's ear and whispered. "I'd love to eat you but I'll have to do that later~"
Philip's whole face was red once Russia let him go. He only smirked to see Philip's flustered ass trying to reach for the bag of sugar.
"You're so gay," Phil tried to huff to avoid his flustered look, to which Russia chuckled at. "And you're not?"
"Tch! I am my own kind of straight." Russia playfully rolled his eyes at that. "Says the guy who's been in a relationship with the gayest person I know."
Philip hissed and hit Russia with a measuring spoon as the other laughed and dodged it. Phil tried to hit the other again but Russia ran to the doorway to the living room.
"A chase, I see?" Philip growled as Russia smirked. They made eye contact for one last second then Russia bolted for the living room.
Russia was successfully dodging every attack of Philip while not spilling any foamy egg whites on the furniture. As for Philip, he grew more frustrated whenever Russia dodged him, and what furtrates him even more is that Russia is whipping the egg whites properly.
"Alright alright! I forfeit!"
Instead of grinning in triumph, Philip growled. It made Russia surprised. "No! Not until I catch you-!"
