Kitchen disastors! [Open]

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Characters: Romeo and cake lovers?
Setting: Kitchens mid morning
Format: your choice!
Summary: Romeo wants to do something nice for his new friends, he has decided to make a cake. MESS HAPPENS
Warnings: potentially exploding cake!
Romeo entered the kitchen and put the book he had found in the library down on the counter. He had been thinking of doing something for his friends here and since everyone liked tasty food he had decided to make something. So he had found a cook book and a recipie for cake.

However Romeo had never baked before, back at home there really hadn't been much food at all and in Milano he had been banned from the kitchen in case he stole food. Apparantly chimney sweeps worked better when they were hungry. He found a big bowl and looked at the recipie. 2 oz Butter Romeo blinked he didn't know what a oz was. He opened the fridge and saw some blocks of butter. Two of them then.

2 oz Sugar Romeo nodded, this didn't look too hard, he grabbed two bags of sugar and added them to the butter. He looked back at the book. Cream the butter and sugar he sighed, so many ingredients!

He grabbed a tub of cream and added that. Two eggs; beaten. Romeo frowned, he hoped eggs didn't feel pain. "Sorry," he murmered to him before he punched each egg smashing them on the counter. He scooped the goo up, shell and all and added them to the mis and stired a bit. Mixture went everywhere but he kept it in the bowl as best as possible. 4 oz self raising flour. That was a lot of flour. He grabbed four small bags of flour and added them to the bowl. It said to fold so he stuck his hands in and tried to fold the ingredients around each other. He emptied it into the pan and quickly put it in the oven, sliding it into the oven by the floor because he didn't want to enter the cooker.

He cleaned up as best he could and when it had been the right amount of time he wrapped his hands in cloth and took the tray out. It looked burned and wobbly and when he placed it on the top the thin shell that had formed broke open. Hot cake mix went everywhere, spilling onto Romeo's shirt and down the bench.

For a moment Romeo just stood there eyes wide wondering what had gone wrong.

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France continued to smile and stroked his hair gently. "He must have cared deeply for you and your friends. You do his memory justice. Considering you went through such difficult times and survived..."

She gave him one last pat with a sad sigh before assuming her cheerful smile again. "Now then, tell me more about Alfredo and yourself while I cook the steak. Some of your happy memories with him?" She put a foil-lined pan on the grill, drizzling it with oil before putting the thawed meat on it.

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Romeo smiled and watched miss France begin to cook. "We met on the way to Milano miss, he was a son of a noble family but his horrid uncle and aunt had burned down their house and blamed him and his sister for their parents death. Alfredo had sold himself to the God of Death- thats the man who buys kids and takes them to Milano- to help his sister and he was always so nice to me!" He smiled as he remembered their meeting.

"He's the one who taught me that no matter how bad things get there is only one day like today, and when all else fails you gotta keep living and keep your spirits up! He loved learning and we would hide up on the roofs where the air was clear and the sky was so blue! He came up with a plan to stop the Wolf Pack bullying us and then when the king of Italy came we broke into the palace," he blushed a little and shrugged. "I guess that wasn't a very good thing to do but we were trying to prove Alfredo and Bianca's innocence and clear their name!"

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France's smile grew as Romeo told his story, checking the steak in the grill while chuckling as he told the part of breaking into the palace. "Well, breaking and entering is never a good thing, but I've done it several times in the past, so I'm not one to judge. But my, it sounds as if you've had quite the adventurous life for such a young age, and I can see that Alfredo must have been a wonderful friend to you."

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Roemo's eyes widened slightly as miss France told him that he had broke into places in the past, "Really miss? Did you get into trouble?" He smiled again, "He was, he was my best friend!"

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She winked cheekily. "Only when I got caught~"

"You were lucky to have each other then. Friends make all the worst experiences bearable..."

Checking the steak she asked, "Do you like you steak rare, medium or well-done?"

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Romeo grinned and nodded, "They do!" He frowned slightly at the question.

"I don't know miss, I've never had steak before..."

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Thinking a moment, she decided to leave the steak to cook just a bit less than completely well-done - most children she'd met complained if their steak turned out even vaguely pink. "Mostly well-done then~" she hummed, leaving the steak and ducking down to glance at the cake in the oven, smiling as she saw it rise properly.

"I think this is about ready to take out to cool - mon cher, could you get me those large gloves on the table?" she asked, gesturing at the oven mitts.

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Romeo smiled and skipped over to fetch the gloves she had pointed to. "Is it ready? Did it work?" He asked excitedly.

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Chuckling, she took the gloves and put them on, opening the oven carefully. "Well, let's take a look!"

She slowly drew out the cake and set it on the bench, smiling widely. "It seems it did~" she chuckled, sniffing at the fresh cake. "We need to let it cool, but come see~"

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Romeo grinned widely, "Wow that looks amazing!" He looked at the cake feeling pride that he had helped make it.

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Francisca chuckled and pulled her hands from the mitts, ruffling Romeo's hair. "Would you look at that? An ex-chimney sweep and an old woman like me managed to bake a cake!"

She moved back to the grill to check the steak before getting the potatoes from the sink, quickly skinning them and cutting them into large blocks before putting them in the pan with the steak, letting them cook in the juices.

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Romeo grinned again, "Thank you miss France for teaching me!" He grinned again and watched her cook the potatoes. "I wish the Black Brothers, that was our gangs name, were here to share it with. But they would have laughed at me so much for learning!" They always laughed at him, though not so much when he was the leader.

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Leaving the meat and potatoes to keep cooking, she returned to the work bench, getting butter from the fridge first. "Well, perhaps when you return to your world you can try making cake together now that you know how to?" she chuckled, buttering the slices of bread to prepare for the sandwich.

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"That would be fun miss!" He watched her butter the slices of bread and grinned, "What's your faverite food miss?" Maybe when he was better at cooking he could make it for her.

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

Humming, she gathered the lettuce and shook it gently in a bowl to get excess water off it before laying it on the bread. "Me? Hmm... Don't tell the other nations, especially the women, but I love pain perdu - ah, 'lost bread'. When I was younger, I used to make a basketful of it to eat with my friends while watching fireworks at night in Paris..." She paused and stroked her hair behind her ear. "It's quite easy to make, but I don't think we have rum in the tower... unfortunately. Ah well... Perhaps they'll give us some spirits one of these days?"

Turning to the cooked meat and potatoes, she turned off the grill and carefully brought the hot pan to the bench. Using a fork she sandwiched the hot steak between the bread and lettuce, smiling with satisfaction. She then put the potatoes on a plate before tipping the pan to pour the juices from the meat over them. "There you go - simple, but it should satisfy your appetite~"

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"Lost bread?" He smiled. "That sounds nice I hope you can make it one day," maybe he could see if they had any rum, and then she could make some. Romeo really wanted to do something to make her happy. "Thank you miss... oh did you not want any?" He felt a little bad that she would make food for him and not for herself.

OOC: http://animusmods.livejournal.com/6134.html?thread=583670#t583670

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"It's fried but I love stuffing it with fruits or cheese... Simple, but simple can be good," she chuckled.

"Ah, well I'll steal some of those potatoes if you don't mind~" she chuckled, grabbing a piece with her fingers before nibbling at it. "Come now, eat before it get's cold - if it were roast beef it would be nice either way but I find steak tastes a bit... off when it's cold."

OOC: D-D'aaw ;w;

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"It sounds nice miss!" He grinned and took a bite of the sandwich, "Mmmm it's so nice miss!" His grin got wider as he continued eating.

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"I'm glad," she chuckled, licking her fingers before standing. "Would you like something to drink with that? Perhaps they might have some juice in the fridge..."

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"Er... it's okay miss I can get a drink!" Romeo felt strange having miss France give him things, but juice sounded nice, it was something he had never had before coming here and he had found he liked it.

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"It's fine cher, just enjoy your sandwich while I go rummage around the fridge," she chuckled, petting him gently before heading for the fridge.

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"Thank you miss France." He ate the sandwich slowly, there was a lot of food here and he wasn't sure he would be able to eat it all. "Miss? Are you friends with the other countries?"

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Finding the orange juice, France returned, grabbing a glass on the way. Seeing Romeo struggle a bit with the sandwich, she smiled as she poured him some juice. "Ah, don't force yourself to finish it, mon cher. If it's too much, I can leave part of it wrapped up and in the fridge or something."

At the question regarding the other nations, she stifled a laugh and answered, "Well, I like to be friends with most of them, but quite a few of them find me to be a bit too friendly."

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Romeo smiled and nodded, eating slowly as she spoke. "How can you be too friendly? I thought being friendly was a good thing!"

RAWRGH this one's notif never showed up in my inboxes ;A;

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Ah, how to word this for a child without informing him on the inappropriate behaviors of frisky adults...

"Well, people have different levels of comfort with others," she began, putting the glass of juice down before him. "Some people don't like to be touched and some prefer to keep others at a distance. Do you understand what I mean?"