The Kitchen

[spes_mod_2]

Last generation of every possible cooking device ever imagined, there are four sets of each, so more than one nation can cook their favorite dishes at the same time. A huge walk-in fridge was set in one corner, kept everything they could possibly wish for fresh. Another walk-in storage room held all the other groceries, like industrialized goods

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[bela_natalia]

((So...I'm assuming that relationships have been established offsetin like, chats, and can be applied here? :'D))
...ugh...dammit.

Natalia looked at the batter in the bowl with distaste. It wasn't the right shade of pink.

...in fact, was this even pink at all? It looked closer to the color one would see when they got a pink flower, charred it, and left it out to rot.

Sighing, Belarus dumped it down the drain, and stacked the bowl on top of her other past failures. Maybe she should try working on the cake itself again? Last time hadn't turned out so well, with it looking like a hideously melted rock.

Truthfully, Natalia's cooking didn't taste bad. The fault lied in the appearance. But of course, she would never ask anyone for help. She just didn't work that way. She just had to make sure the person she was cooking the cake for wouldn't be too dissapointed with the final result.

((Whee~ After much debate, I finally joined. :'D Hopefully, my lovely Waifu will make an appearance too. XD))

[lavativo_goloso]

Feliciano headed to the kitchen right after he woke up from his daily riposino (=siesta). Whenever he wakes up his body moves automatically and leads him to his favourite room, stomach rumbling.

He opened the door and what was before his own eyes wasn't something he would have expected (and something he'd NEVER see right after his siesta): the kitchen walls were covered with pink jelly stuff, the floor hidden from flour, egg's shells and water. Feliciano's eyes moved on to the table: a strange red liquid had been spilled all over it. The Italian thought nothing till he saw WHO was behind the table: Natalia with messed up hair, flour on her dress and hands covered with that bloody red liquid Feliciano saw on the table.

He panicked and after a loud scream he passed out falling on the floor.

(( sorry if I imagined such a scenario. I thought it would fit Belarus :D She has the power to scary people to death even when not holding a knife but just being a confusionary cook :3 ))

[bela_natalia]

((No, no! I loved your post! So cute~! But ah...do you perhaps mean 'confectionary'? :'D Though I'm sure she could be a confusionary cook too. :'D ))

Natalia stiffened as a scream sounded right there in the kitchen, gripping the handle of the whisk tightly, then throwing it against where Feliciano's head would be, instead denting a parallel wall.

Well shit. That was her third whisk. And she was NOT washing them. Fourth time's the charm.

Trotting up to the unconcious nation, Belarus looked down to see a familiar brunette on the floor. Ah, so it was Italy. Though which one, she didn't know. They looked practically the same, in her defense.

Blinking, she did a mental shrug, and after looking at the wrongly-shaded failed attempt at making frosting, Natalia dumped the contents on Feliciano's face.

[lavativo_goloso]

(( gaaah, the Whisk of Doom XD that could've killed feli for sure :'D ))

He couldn't breathe... Feliciano's open mouth and nose, along with his entire face, were filled with a USO also known as "Unidentified Sticky Object". This "substance" seemed trully intentioned in trying to choke the italian but (unfortunately for Natalia maybe?) he suddenly sat up straightening his back and with some loud coughs expelled the thing out of his throat.

"veh - I'm alive, thank god"

Feliciano noticed that there was someone right in front of him, someone who was kneeled down on the floor as they had been checking over his body right after the italian fell ((argh, I fail at this period >_< )). The person's face was covered with the "USO" he had spit out moments ago so he couldn't recognize them