Preview: In Which we Begin (and Make Some Rather Delicious Pancakes)

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New Zealand watched hungrily as Canada pulled ingredients out of the cabinets to make his famous pancakes. He was spending the day with his older brother, as they hadn't had any real brother bonding time (without Australia) in about a decade.

"Hey, Zea,"

"Hm?"

"Would you like to mix the batter? You seem awfully bored."

"... sure, why not."

He would much rather frolic around in Canada's spacious backyard while Canada did the cooking, but he reminded himself that he wasn't a child anymore, and that he did come all this way to see him. So he got up and sauntered over to where Canada had placed the batter. Oh, it smelled delicious. It took almost all of his willpower not to stick a finger in and taste it. He look over at Canada who was over at the sink, washing some berries to put on the pancakes. One little taste couldn't hurt... no. He decided not to, and that he should just wait until almost all the batter was used up, and he could lick the spoon. Rather childish of him, but that stuff was... amazingly good.

The two brothers worked in silence for a bit, until Canada said something, and startled New Zealand so badly he bonked his head on a kitchen cabinet, making a salt shaker almost fall into the batter.

"Ah! Sorry Zea, didn't mean to startle you.."

"It's all good" Zea said as he massaged the little bump on his head. "Can you repeat that though?"

"Yes, I am able to repeat a phrase."

"May you repeat that?"

"Oh, I just said that it's rather quiet without Australia.."

Canada was right. Usually Australia would come with Zealand, but he decided to pass this time.

"Yeah, I guess."

The brothers continued with the small talk for a bit, working on the food. Eventually, they finished. At this point, Zea was starving, and the sweet aroma of maple syrup, berries, and other delectable delicacies (I know that these aren't delicacies, but please, let me have my alliteration) was like torture. Why did Canada have to be blessed with their mother's cooking skills? At least they weren't baking sweets, or poor New Zealand would would have already caved and gobbled it all up.

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