towerofanimus | I believe you hear my voice, even if I fell down forever.

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I believe you hear my voice, even if I fell down forever.

Characters: Hungary;

edes_virag / OPEN
Setting: Kitchen.
Format: I'll follow with whatever you do.
Summary:
Warnings: NA for now.

Humming to herself, the Nation seems to of made herself comfortably at home in the kitchen of the tower.

Dressed in just her school uniform with her usual white apron on, Elizaveta set out a large tray of Hungarian bread treats. A large selection settled on nearly four large platters, each platter used for one type of bread and topping.

"Hm. Maybe some ice cream in the center would give it a comforting touch." She said to herself as she stuck a finger in her mouth to lick off the excess chocolate she had been mixing in a bowl. "I certainly hope no one's allergic to nuts. Maybe I'll make some regulars just in case." She continued to talk to herself. "This really makes me miss home though... I wonder if it's already past autumn there. It must be getting cold and nice." Setting the bowl down, Hungary slumped her shoulders with an attempt smile, a sigh following suite at the weight of the situation.

"No time to get sad now." And quickly, she perked up. "Time to make some more!"

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Spain was really tired of all the ice cream served on the menu, and was wandering in the kitchen when she noticed another person - a Nation, it seems - in the kitchen cooking. Delighted, she quickly walked over to the table, bright smile on her face.

"Those look delicious!"

Hungary flinched just a tad, not really expecting anyone to come down or investigate what she had been doing but when she saw the female nation, of a male nations she knew, she smiled and motioned towards the bread.

"Please, by all means help yourself." She said happily while continuing to mix the chocolate in a large bowl. "I felt a little homesick and nothing makes you feel more at home than home cooking."

"I do agree with that," she replied, looking over the bread. "Nothing soothes a homesick heart more than cooking. I would know."

Taking a good look at the other nation, she tries to put a name to the familiarity. She must be one from Romano's world; Spain would remember seeing a lovely face like that around.

"Maybe that's why Italy loves Pasta so much. It reminds him of home yet he always likes to hang around Germany or with Austria and myself." She said with a small nostalgic smile. She really did miss simple times like that where they could all just sit in the parlor and listen to Austria play his piano. Italy would would sit on her lap [as a baby] and she'd dress him in ruffles and fluff.

"I usually make these during the colder seasons. It's kind of a tradition."

The mention of Italy, Germany and Austria should be a big clue for Spain, and she smiles, knowing who the other was. "Italia really does love pasta, that's for certain."

Picking up a piece of bread, she inspected it before taking off a small piece to try. The sound that came from her mouth was a cross between a moan and a squeal.

"Dios mio, Hungría, this is delightful!"

"Ah, you think so?" She asked with a small tint of a blush on her cheeks. Clearly she was happy with that response and really, what chef wouldn't be?

Clapping her hands happily, she gave a small bow of the head i all politeness. "Köszönöm, I'm so glad you like it."

"Of course! Hungría - well, the male one - might have a challenge on his hands if he ever meets you, querida."

Spain smiled brightly, nodding her head in return. "De nada, de nada. It's always good to have something else besides ice cream too."

"It's still just a little weird...knowing there's a male version of me in your- ah- world?" She said with a frown at how odd that in itself sounded.

Shaking her head, she glanced back at the Lady!Spain while mixing some of the chocolate frosting in a large bowl. "May I ask what he's like? My male version. I kind of think it would almost be like having a twin."

She took a while to register the question, a little busy with savouring the taste of the bread. "Hm, the Hungría I know? He's a nice man, takes care of Austria for me after we split. I like him."

Sick and tired of the Tower's current menu, Germany had ventured into the kitchen to see if he could make anything more substantial. He sees a friendly face as he walks in, and raises a hand in greeting.

"Ungarn," he looks at the bread treats, "Ah, they look good."

Tilting her head back so she would see him upside down, the Nation smiled and offered a small wave. "Hello, Germany! It's nice to see you out and about." She commented before righting herself and turning to look over at him.

"Please help yourself. I can make you some strudel if you'd like. Or some other pastries."

Typical of him, Germany didn't smile back, but his expression softened slightly as he admired the treats.

"Thank you," he said as he took one appreciatively. "It's alright. I wouldn't want to distract you or anything."

Strudel sounded rather good right then though.

"It's hardly a distraction. I enjoy making things when I can and at least strudel is rather easy to prepare." She said as she moved around the kitchen, already gathering ingredients together for an apple strudel.

"How have you been during your time here?" She asked, glancing over to him with a curious tilt of her head. "Make any friends yet?" Came the gentle tease.

"If you're sure. Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked, watching her gather the ingredients.

He rolled his eyes slightly at her question. "Making friends is not exactly my priority right now."

It wasn't very easy to understand why Poland kept wondering into that kitchen. Nothing changed and he still was too lazy to cook anything so it was a pleasant surprise to see Hungary making food. He instantly attaches himself to her as he looks at the food.

"You made stuff!"

She recognized that enthusiasm anywhere! Cleaning her hands o the towel beside her, she turned to greet her friend with a happy smile. "Popo!" She called out before motioning to the bread. "Please, help yourself to some if you'd like."

"What are you doing out and about by yourself?" She asked out of pure worry for a friend. "Get restless?"

Poland grabs one and takes a bite, making a sound of approval. "It isn't Polish, but I guess Hungarian food is just as good." He's teasing really. He actually does like Hungary's food.

As he's eating, he nods and shrugs. "Mm, yeah. It's totally boring here."

"Why thank you." She smiled to his teasing. At least they're not covered in paprika like most everything else of hers.

Taking one of the bread rolls, she held it with one hand and began covering the outside of it with the chocolate frosting. Occasionally she glanced from her work to him. "It totally is. That leash thing was weird, too. Did you get tied to anyone?"

He groans at her question and nods, taking a break from his eating. "Dude, I got tied to this emotional dude. He was so annoying!" Poland takes a bite from the bread a little irritably. "This tower sucks."

Oh jeez she could only guess what a pair that might of been. "Insanely emotional?" She asked curiously before the glanced up in thought. Part of her was rather lucky to have had such a calm individual that she did have.

"Mine wasn't too bad. He was grey though with two colored lenses. Had a cute lisp." She smirked. "It was fun to listen to."

Poland nodded as he nibbled at the food. "Yeah, insanely emotional. It was like...ugh. How does anybody deal with all that?" Poland liked not having to do with emotions too much.

He thinks about the gray comment. "Huh? Yours was gray? So was mine..."

"Sounds like a handful." She frowned, nearing a pout that her bff had to deal with such a person. Blech.

"Really? Weird...it seems like there's a handful of them here, kind of like us Nations. But- I think they referred to themselves as...trolls? But not the kind Norway summons."

[Molly pops into the kitchen] Whatcha making?

[Tilts her head and peeks over towards Molly with a smile.] They're dessert breads. Try one if you'd like.

There's cinnamon, powdered sugar, chocolate and nuts and some normal sugar crystal ones.

When winter comes, I tend to make these back home. They're a sort of tradition of mine.

Like a Christmas tradition? I wonder if we'll have a tree when it's Christmas time! [she reaches for a chocolate bread] It would be sad if we didn't. Oh I guess we should celebrate Hanukkah and Kwanza too! Or other holidays. [she takes a bite] Like Halloween and Thanksgiving! [she chews and swallows] Whoa! This is really good!

Something like that. More so a harvest festival. [says happily while watching her for a moment.]

Thanksgiving? Is that one of America's traditions, if I remember correctly? [Hearing her exclamation makes her smile, she really does like being a big sister to anyone she can.] Really? I'm glad you like it!

What's a harvest festival? [The don't really have those where she's from, it being a big city and all]

Thanksgiving is about... uh... pilgrims and stuff!

Gilbert had been eating oatmeal almost everyday to save him from teh icecream. He did like it but lactose and him didn't overly agree in copious amounts. Not to mention the idea of eating icecream for a month was driving him insane. So, seeing Hungary and her wonderful confections was a very pleasant change of pace.

So instead of asking Hungary if he could have one, he merely waltzed over and picked on up, taking a bite out of one corner and looking happier than a kid in a candystore.

She always did get that chill of annoyance whenever he entered a room. Perhaps that was just from years of being around one another despite the minor relief that would set in her mind knowing he WAS still alive.

Choosing to ignore his antics for the time being, Hungary went back to mixing the chocolate frosting that would be put on the side of some of the sweet bread.

"So, what made you decide to make these Liz?" he asked, mouthful of food and all, looking over to where she was mixing the next batch of icing. Really, you'd think Prussia grew up in a barn.

Jade watched off to the side a bit, a little curious. Were those things made of bread? Could she eat them, or were they off limits? She was content to sit and watch forever, but the rumble of her stomach gave her away.

[Oh, food. Food that smells good. Ren had followed the smell until she hit the source, only to find someone in there actually making it.]

A person?

[She speaks quietly to herself, obviously wanting to try some but too startled to move any further into the area. Who would have thought people actually baked?]

Mm? [Tilts her head to glance over her shoulder when she swears she hears someone.

Seeing the girl practically cowering, she offers a small smile and motions to the bread]

You're free to have some if you'd like. I made plenty, or so I'd like to think.

[Everyone here, so far, seemed safe. She takes a few hesitant steps inside after hearing the offer. Her eyes glance over the bread, but she doesn't take one just yet.]

Are you the one that makes all the food here?

If Hungary wasn't too engrossed in what she was doing, she might hear some thumping out in the dining area of the cafeteria.

There's an enormous green man sniffing the air out there - something smells nice - he's not sure what, but it's different than what's available, so it is worth investigating.

Said investigation turns up a woman and platters of something, but he wasn't sure what.

"Hello! What are these?" Fawkes' voice was booming enough, but in the kitchen, it bounced off the nearby walls, seeming a bit louder. He pointed to the platters as he asked, looking down at them curiously.

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