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If Belarus kept an eye on the cupboard nearby, she would have seen it creaking open ever slowly. It soon swung open, and Break began to climb out from within, stepping out onto the surface as he looked up towards the female nation. His eye trailed down to her arms, and when he saw what she was doing he instantly rose from the crouched position and went to her side.

"I see that you've already started!"

"I am known to be efficient and timely." Jab at his tardiness? Of course not. She shifted the bowl in her arms and continued to beat the mixture until she was ready to add the next ingredients. The bowl was placed down on the counter as she began to carefully add the eggs.

A-ha-ha, how nice of her. He edged over to a part of the counter that was unoccupied and hopped onto it, sitting there with his legs swinging back and forth like that of a child. He watched her cook, pleased that Belarus knew how to. "You seem to know what you're doing."

"I have been practicing cooking lately... and following a recipe isn't too terribly difficult." She just... had a strange taste in food. Like asparagus and bacon fondue. Seriously.

"I'm looking forward to see how this comes out..."

She had no idea. "Some would forsake the recipe in order to limit the amount of restrictiveness . . . " He cocked his head towards the bowl, imagining what the end result would be like. Nothing abominable, hopefully.

"I as well."

The eggs beaten she began to add the flour and buttermilk. Working the two together into the creamy mixture. It was then the boring part, the actual baking process. She shifted the batter into 3 decent sized cake pans, making sure to get as much of the batter into the three of them as possible without overflowing them before putting them in the oven.

She picked up the bowl and spoon, looking over the left over batter before heading to the sink. "It shouldn't take more than 25 minutes."

He nodded and resumed to kicking his legs out back and forth. Twenty-five minutes of waiting meant twenty-five minutes to kill, twenty-five minutes to somehow pass. He would manage. Taking Emily off his shoulder, he began to fiddle with her, playing with one arm to pass at least a couple seconds before he looked back at Belarus.

"Miss Belarus, you are a country, correct?"

"Hm? Da. I am..." She rinsed out the bowls before going to the fridge and getting out a bowl of strawberries in a sweet looking liqueur as well as a small bowl of almonds, and some cookies. She placed the bowls on the counter before crushing the almonds and mixing them carefully into the strawberry-concoction. "In your world I suppose I don't exist either."

This was different. He kept an eye on the bowls that she'd placed on the counter, trying to see what she was doing this time around. It wasn't part of the first recipe, was it? "No, there are no such entities as . . . personifications of countries where I am from." It was very unusual, all in all, that there would be people representing nations. At least, for him. Perhaps it was entirely normal for her.

Next, she began to crumble the cookies over the top as well. Admiring her work a little bit before getting some whipped cream from the fridge as well, because the recipe had called for sour cream (http://find.myrecipes.com/recipes/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&recipe_id=1072166&adsqs=raid:1629928) but that sounded a little strange, even for her.

"It seems that is the case with nearly everyone here unless they are from my world. No humans find us normal here... ..." She frowned and stared at the container of sweet whipped frosting in her hands.

He followed her movement the whole time, hands limp and loosely holding Emily whilst he took in her words. Whatever she was making, it was good. What she was saying, however, wasn't very much so.

"There are many things one's world has that another's doesn't. Your very existence simply happens to be one." Almost like an object or something else. Well, it was interesting to think that giant masses of land could even be something living in the first place. Of course they wouldn't find the countries normal. But were they any more normal than the nations? Who knew.

The nation returned to the counter and she added the final touches to the more simple dish. She had a bit of a weakness for almonds, she wasn't sure what had brought it on since entering Wonderland, but it had begun to become a routine snack to have almonds everyday.

"Just like in my world you and your people don't exist either. It makes no difference to me." She got a fork out of the drawer and pulled herself up onto the counter as well before picking at the bowl beside her.

He placed Emily back onto his shoulder and leaped off of the counter. Taking about two to three steps down, he stopped in front of Belarus and looked into what she'd been preparing. There was a lot of almonds. He looked up to meet he gaze. "Of course, it should make no different to you. Though, have you ever wondered what the other worlds might be like?"

It was a legitimate question. And he was curious to know what she thought.

"When I leave this place will it much matter? I'm interested in the skills that the people here have, but not much about their worlds personally." ... She had been about to take a bite of the almond-strawberry treat... but offered him the first bite instead off the fork she had retrieved.

"No." He smiled -- smirked? "But it's fascinating to note regardless. What sort of skills, in that case?" He blinked, once, when the first bite was offered to him. How generous of her.

He took it, cleaning everything off the fork as he chewed (it was very crunchy and such thanks mostly to the almonds) and swallowed. "How very kind of you, to have offered and held up the fork, no less. ♥" Had she even realized it?

She tilted her head a bit before taking a bite herself without a second thought. "Mmn..." The crunchy topping was chewed throughly before she swallowed and spoke again. "I wanted you to try it."

She ignored the question regarding skills.

"Through an act of feeding me yourself?" he teased, turning to lean against the counter right beside her. He looked over his shoulder to get a good look at her. She really didn't get it, and he'd had to point it out.

Ah. What a shame. He'd try again later.

"..."

Now Natalia was even more confused, a brow rose as she looked back at him. "Did it bother you, Mr. Break? Should I not have offered?" She looked down at him, looking him straight in his red-eye for the first time since they had spoken that day.

He let out a short and stout laugh. "I was wondering if it were bothering you more, Miss Belarus." The expression widened to a near ridiculous level as he stared back, looking straight into her eyes. "That you're using the same fork you offered to me to feed yourself."

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She placed the bowl down beside her and folded her hands in her lap. Averted gaze again? Oh yeah.

Satisfied, he pushed off from the counter and went over to find another fork. When he returned with the extra utensil, he dipped it into the dessert and extended the utensil towards her. "On the bright side, it's only a fork. ☆"

-- then promptly withdrew his hand and took the bite. Two forks, claimed by his lips.

The white-haired woman climbed down from the counter and took interest in the oven once again, checking the cake layers before gathering some oven-mits and placing the cakes on a cooling rack.

This kitchen really was magnificent. "All I have to do is add the icing..."

Laying the fork down beside the dessert, he watched as she moved the cakes. As it turned out, she'd followed the recipe correctly and without much trouble. It hadn't taken very long either.

"Already!"

She glanced back at him, letting them cool off a bit before retrieving said pre-made cream from the fridge. It was nice and chilled compared to the freshly baked cakes.

"It was a pretty simple recipe... but it looks like it came out well."

"Much better than what could have been, certainly." It was true, something horrible could have been born from a simple recipe. Even the simplest thing required effort and a degree of skill.

He stood waiting for her to do the rest, watching intently -- half because that was what this whole meeting had been for, and half because there was nothing else to do.

She worked carefully to put the three pieces of the cake together, working carefully over the creamy icing until it covered the cake completely.

"Hm...there."

He was drumming his fingers on the counter, waiting for her to put the finishing touches on the pastry. The cake was turning out better by the second, to which Break supposed should have felt grateful for. One of his hands rested on the tin that carried his sweets -- he hadn't forgotten about half the trade, no.

Which was good, because then she would be getting a whole cake to herself. When the frosting was finished she took a fork out of the drawer and placed it on a plate beside the white Italian cream cake before bringing it over to the equally white-haired man.

"Here."

He gingerly took the plate and set it on the counter. Taking the fork he picked at the top of the cake, until he eventually stabbed into the side and took a small piece, which he then ate. Belarus wasn't a bad cook, he found.

"So the lady can cook, after all!" he exclaimed, a silly grin making its way onto his features as he took out candy -- a lollipop, to be more specific -- and held it up for her to take.

She looked over the sucker before taking it from him and shifting to sit on the counter beside him again as she began to unwrap the second unknown sweet. "I'm glad that you like it."

The cake was steadily disappearing by small chunks, Break grinding his teeth on the fork while he watched her unwrap the sweet. He directed the subject of the conversation on just that. "You'll like it, I'm certain."

"If it is much like the last one I'm sure I will." She folded the wrapper and placed it on the counter beside her. The lollipop was looked over a moment before she took it into her mouth.

...It was good.

It was clear from this point on that she'd at least a mild sweet tooth. And then again, she'd never been exposed to these sort of sweets, had she? It was a little interesting to observe, the childish curiosity of sort that was there when she'd inspected the lollipop and the general craving for something sweet.

"Do you?"

Natalia nodded, looking over the hard candy before licking her lips a bit and sucking on it again.

She had to fight to keep herself from childishly kicking her feet or something. "And yours?" Violet hues glanced toward him.

"Quite fine."

At least roughly half the cake was gone now, and he was still consuming more at a steady pace. It was fine. He hadn't collapsed yet, he wasn't feeling queasy in the slightest, so it was safe and, most importantly, delectable.

"I'm glad to hear it." Her eyes fell closed as she continued to enjoy her reward, given, she was just the smallest bit sad to know that it would be gone relatively quickly.

The scraping of the fork came to a brief halt when her eyes closed. A small moment of staring, then Break went back to devouring the cake. If she wanted to enjoy it in peace, she'd enjoy it in peace. If she wanted more . . . well, she'd have to ask and see.

The sweet was finished with a rough crunch, she then picked up the wrapper and the stick before throwing them away. "Thank you, Mr. Break. I hope that you enjoyed yourself."

"But of course. ♥" He was nearly finished with the cake now, about two to three small chunks were left. He leaned against the counter and began to play around with the cake again, the fork stabbing into various places of the pastry.

"Perhaps I'll bake for you again. It was nice to get a little practice." She glanced back at him, though making sure to look at his hands rather than his face.

He picked apart the cake with the fork, and when the pastry was barely holding together he finally stuck a piece into his mouth. In the middle of his chewing he turned to Belarus and said, "How kind of you to offer~"

"Then perhaps a trade could be a trend?"

"Perhaps." It would be a sound trade, actually.

"It sounds like things could work out well between us then, Mr. Break."

"It does sound that way, doesn't it?"

The cake was finished.

She took the plate and fork from him, a little amazed at how clean it was. That wasn't normal. They joined the other things in the sink. "What sort of cake do you like the most?"

He licked the bits of icing that had gotten onto his hand off his fingers, his back still against the counter. "Anything would do."

"Very well then. I'll be sure to try experimenting with recipes then as you suggested earlier..."

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