Seeing the happiness on the Austrian's face was all the small country needed. A soft smile touched her lips as he instantly lit up at the chocolate confection, his gratitude for such rare ingredients visible. Liechtenstein knew how many countries had been affected by the war and how rations had become low. Thanks to Switzerland's quick and rational thinking the two of them didn't have that problem. Still, she knew what it was like to be without and what even small acts of kindness could do for the soul.
[+purple "You're very welcome, Mr. Austria,"] she said with a happy smile, beginning to eat her own piece. [+purple "You can cook as much as you like, I don't mind. Perhaps we can make something together."]
Even Switzerland seemed to be happy with the dessert, not complaining once as he ate it rather quickly and set his fork down. It was one of those things he missed from the brunette's country, remembering consuming the treat quite a few times when they were still on friendly terms. It was Roderich's favorite and he let the world know it. He, too, could see the light joy in his once-friend's eyes as he was presented with the cake and watched as he devoured every crumb. Some wants just never went away, it seemed.
Vash carefully set the small plate and fork near the center of the table to make it easier to clean up, running a hand through his hair afterwards. He still ached though the aspirin was beginning to do its job, making many of the sharp pains into dull throbs. Slowly he pushed himself to his feet, gaining the attention of his little sister who instantly looked over from her seat nearby. Vash knew better than to begin any chores as he would be instantly swatted away by both parties, and instead let his hand rest for a moment on Lichtenstein's hair before limping heavily into the sitting room. There was still work he could do here and allow his body to rest a bit before making the long and hard trek back up the staircase to his office.
Liechtenstien gave Roderich a happy smile before gathering the dishes and taking them out to the kitchen. [+purple "There's plenty of dessert left over if you decide you want anymore,"] she told him softly, beginning to fill the sink with water in order to wash the dishes. [+purple "I bought it for you and I want you to enjoy it."]
Roderich kept an eye on the siblings and a hand on his spoon. Liechtenstein was the first to take a bite and from the smile on her face Roderich was guessing that she liked it. Then again, she always had a smile on her face so maybe using her smile was the best indicator but Roderich would take it. His faze went over to Vash who soon followed his sister and took a bite. The food Vash used to cook was horrendous so Roderich knew that the other male wouldn’t be too picky but Roderich wanted him to enjoy the meal.
Vash hadn’t said a thing right away and instead just ate his food so Roderich followed suit. Soon enough he was at his last spoonful when he heard a few simple words from Vash. It was perhaps one of the few compliments Roderich had ever got from Vash. Getting any kind words from the blonde was like pulling teeth unless you were his sister so Roderich would take what he could get. “If Liechtenstein is willing to give up her reins on the kitchen every now and then I would be happy to,” he replied before finishing the last spoonful. Roderich would have to think about some low-cost meals so not to burden Vash with extreme costs. Most of the meals Roderich could recall were not budget friendly at all but he would figure it out.
“Thank you,” Roderich said when Liechtenstein grabbed their empty bowls. Soon enough she came back with dessert and Roderich had instantly perked up. He hadn’t seen what Liechtenstein had bought and just knew that it was dessert but upon seeing it Roderich couldn’t help but be happy. Chocolate cake. It was one of his favorite desserts following apple strudels. It was simple, perfect, and great with coffee. It was everything he enjoyed and loved .
Roderich picked up his fork and sent Liechtenstein a smile, well if anyone could really call it that. “Thank you. It looks absolutely amazing,” He said as he slid the fork through the slice of cake and took a small bite of it. It was delicious. Roderich hadn’t had a decent cake in a long while. The rations in Germany were so extensive he hadn’t been able to spare the sugar or cocoa powder to make chocolate cake. So, having this piece of cake made Roderich irrationally happy. It also helped that the cake was delicious.
Roderich was right. Normally a fight like this would have ended without Vash receiving a scratch and the other person crawling away. Things hadn't gone the way he had planned with this encounter but he didn't walk away empty handed. Yes, he had been incredibly angry when he confronted Ivan which clouded his judgement a bit and caused him to make some mistakes and he could have avoided many of the blows he had taken to his small frame. Still, the Russian didn't exactly skip merrily into the sunset afterwards as Vash had gotten quite a few good and hard hits in which would require a lot of recovery time. It also boosted the larger country's ego, he was sure, and led him to believe that the blonde could be overcome with brute force.
That would be his downfall.
He watched quietly as Roderich filled each of their bowls before sitting down and let his gaze drop once he received his own. It looked pretty good and smelled even better though Vash wasn't too picky to begin with. The only reason he improved his cooking skills was because of his little sister, just because he was okay with eating out of cans every night didn't mean she had to be. It was difficult to tell if she enjoyed his meals as she simply seemed happy to be eating with him and never said a bad word about any of it. That happiness carried over to this meal, Liechtenstein eating a spoonful and smiling happily afterwards. Vash picked up his spoon and did the same, letting his eyes lift up to Roderich as he chewed it and swallowed. It was excellent, far better than many of the things he could make on his own and burst with flavor. Vash easily ate the contents of his bowl as well as a second. After Liechtenstein finished hers, she picked up the empty bowls from the table and took them into the kitchen to prepare dessert.
[+green "It was good,"] Vash admitted quietly, going back to rubbing his leg under the table again. It was best to do such things out of Austria's line of sight lest his hand get swatted away and a lecture to follow. [+green "You may be doing the cooking more often."]
The small country carefully pulled her dessert from the back of the fridge, opening the tin and looking down at the rich confection. Picking up a knife, she carefully cut into it and made eight equal slices and gave a soft smile as she did so. Mr. Austria is going to be so happy! She plated three slices and grabbed forks, carrying them in and carefully setting them down in front of each recipient before sitting down at her own spot. Vash's eyebrows raised a bit as he caught sight of it, causing a soft giggle to sound from her.
[+purple "I picked it up with my allowance today with some coffee," she said happily to her brother, picking up her fork. [+purple "I thought Mr. Austria would like a taste of home."]
The moment Vash commented on him worrying to much was the moment Roderich spun around on his heels. His hands finding their way onto his hips and an unamused look spread across his face. “I worry too much? You went toe to toe against Ivan! So, yes, I am going to worry about you because obviously you aren’t all there mentally because normally you wouldn’t get this hurt from him,” He hissed at Vash. Roderich wasn’t mad at Vash for standing up for him and protecting him; he was mad that Vash got hurt because of him. Though he did believe Vash could have done better avoiding Ivan’s blows. Ivan was like a bull, just raging and thrashing, while the Vash Roderich remembered was much craftier than the Russian.
Before Roderich could verbally assault the male Liechtenstein was there and complementing the smell of the food. Roderich made a complete 180 in his attitude and in his position and picked up the pot. “I’m glad it smells good. It has been awhile since I made this dish and when I did make the dish it was under Elizabeta’s shrew eyes,” He responded as he brought the pot out into the dining room.
Once it was settled on the table Roderich was about to take his sear when Vash said he had the honor of serving them. Taking the bowls, he carefully filled each bowl with the goulash, making sure that everyone had some sausage and not all potatoes before returning each bowl. “Enjoy,” he said as he took his spot and wait. Roderich wanted to see what the two siblings thought about the meal before digging in himself. If he did it correctly, and Roderich was ninety percent sure he did, then he would be enjoying the meal no matter what. It was just his hosts that hadn’t been given the distinct pleasure of trying this meal so he wanted to see their expressions.
Vash watched as Roderich prepared the sausage, the soft hiss of the meat as it touched the hot butter and pan filling the kitchen briefly. He should have known that Hungary was the one to provide him with such a recipe, she had always been on the simpler side. Sometimes he wondered how their marriage had survived as long as it did, he knew how much of a bear the dark-haired male could be. Vash himself had gotten his head bitten off on more than one occasion when they were still friends, the blonde dishing it right back to him and sometimes shutting him up for a while. Other times the two bickered like a married couple for an hour or two.
Switerland knew that he was nearly impossible to live with, why Liechtenstein had stayed this long was nothing short of a miracle.
[+green "I'm fine,"] he answered quietly, brushing off Roderich's worries with a faint wave of his hand. Since the aspirin hadn't fully kicked in yet he still felt as if he had been run over by a tank but he wasn't about to tell Austria that. He'd probably get sent back up to bed again. That thought caused his nose to wrinkle a bit in distaste. [+green "You worry far too much."] Once he felt up to it, the blonde slowly rose from the table and limped over to the cabinet to pull a few bowls down. Just like many things in Vash's home, they were antique but still in excellent shape. On his way to the table he picked up three sets of silverware and quietly set the table. Liechtenstein immediately picked up her brother's slack, grabbing bread and a couple jams and setting them on the table, then getting them all water to drink.
[+purple "It smells really good, Mr. Austria,"] she told him happily, watching as he turned the stove off and carried the large pot over to the table. It looked just as good as it smelled, the small country keeping her smile as she sat down at her place.
[+green "You're the chef tonight, you can have the honor of serving,"] Vash informed him after a small minute of silence, sitting down at his chair and rubbing his leg under the table discreetly. He didn't want his once-friend to see it as he was trying to avoid a lecture.
“Welcome back,” Roderich said as he finished putting in the last of the potatoes in the pot. Roderich would have helped her put away everything but he had some sausage to cook so that they would be done on time. Taking them from the bag she brought in he expertly removed their casing and cut them into small slices and then quartering them to give the illusion that there was much more meat in the meal than there actually was. Once the sausage was cut Roderich grabbed a pan and dropped a small slither of butter into it before dropping the sausage into it. “I look forward to what you bought then,” he said as he moved the sausage around. Secretly Roderich hoped it was something more on the sweet side and knowing Liechtenstein it probably was.
Roderich looked up from the pan when Vash asked him about the recipe. “Elizabeta use to make this all the time. She normally made it during recessions and when Sadik tried to take over Vienna she made it for the two weeks his army was there. She passed out what she could to those who needed it the most,” He fondly said. He remembered the shit show that was the Siege of Vienna. When the king passed and there were two potential heir to the throne Sadik had been there to drive a wedge into everything. It led to the siege where he and Elizabeta worked as hard as they could to keep their people safe and happy while their bosses figured out the succession issue and the siege. The only good thing that came from the siege was the coffee Sadik left and Roderich swears by that to this day.
The goulash was also the last meal his wife had ever made before they were forced to separate. It was their comfort food and a reminder that when times got tough there was always something good, even small, still there. That, however, was a fact that Roderich didn’t intend to mention to Vash.
The sausage finished cooking soon enough and he removed it from the pan and added it to the pot filled with everything else before looking back over his shoulder. “How are you feeling? Did the nap help?” Roderich asked, trying his best to assess the stubborn Swiss man’s health.
Liechtenstein was more than happy to do the shopping as it was a task she always enjoyed. Vash always seemed less than enthused by it, doing it simply because it needed done, but not Liechtenstein. She loved getting fresh air, greeting the people she encountered, and more importantly feeling like she was helping in some capacity. The small blonde studied the list before getting the requested items and wandering around a bit. There were so many shops in this common trade-and-selling center, most of European variety. One or two Asian themed shops could be found but it would take some searching. Since she had a bit of time before she promised she would be home, Liechtenstein went through some of the shops to see if there was anything extra she could bring home.
The second shop she visited seemed the most promising, a coffee and sweet shop. She knew both of the males at home enjoyed both of those things and figured she could find something there to bring home. Her eyes stopped at a glass display case, displaying a beautiful chocolate cake in a basket with a couple cans of coffee sitting next to it. This was perfect! Using her own savings, she purchased the set and hurried home with her finds before the precious chocolate would begin to melt.
[+purple "Mr. Austria, I'm home,"] she called out as she entered the large home, carrying the items into the kitchen. The downstairs was spotless, the kitchen nearly gleaming, indicating the Austrian had been hard at work. Switzerland stood by the sink with a glass of water in his hand, his gaze fixated on the window. She gave Roderich a smile before setting the cloth bag with his requested ingredients on the counter in order for him to make his meals. [+purple "I hope I got you the right things,"] she told him softly, picking up the tin that the sachertorte sat in and putting the lid on it. Liechtenstein set it in the fridge before placing the cans of coffee on the counter. [+purple "I also picked up a treat for you and big brother, you can have it after lunch."]
Switzerland leaned against the counter, watching as she moved expertly around the kitchen to put the items away. When she was finished, he received a light hug before she headed upstairs to work on some papers. Vash did most of the hard work for her when it came to her country's work but still allowed her to figure out a few things. After all, she'd never learn if he did everything for her. Of course, he wouldn't allow her to fail, not when it came to this. The price of failure was far too much.
Vash limped over to the small table, sitting down and sighing quietly. Being up for so long made his body ache and the pills hadn't had near enough time to begin their magic. Emerald eyes watched as Roderich began meal preparations, the male working quickly and efficiently. He was a bit surprised to see his once friend making such a poor dish as he typically had more refined tastes.
[+green "Where'd you pick up this recipe from?"] he asked the Austrian quietly. [+green "I doubt it's something you stumbled upon in the wild."]
Did Roderich freeze when Liechtenstein hugged him? He absolutely did. Roderich hadn’t been expected a hug from the smaller nation and awkwardly returned it. “Thank you for going. Be safe,” He said once they parted. Roderich was sure that Liechtenstein would be safe but he could t help but say those words.
Once Liechtenstein left Roderich began to pines his letter to his boss. It highlighted everything that had happened the few days he had been in Vash’s care and what was agreed upon. He didn’t really need to keep his boss in the loop but he had nothing better to do.
After the letter was complete Roderich contemplated on what to do next. He couldn’t really start their food without the main ingredients so that would have to wait. If he went and started playing the litany he probably wouldn’t be able to pull himself away. Which left Roderich in a rather peculiar position of boredom. He hadn’t been bored in a long while. Normally, he had no issues just losing himself in the soft ivory key. Too bad that wasn’t an option because he wanted to be able to check on Vash. For a few more minutes he contemplated what to do next before deciding to clean.
By the time Liechtenstein returned with the ingredients needed the majority of the house was dusted and some of the floors were cleaned. The kitchen was especially sparkling by the time Roderich was finished and he already figured out his next task for tomorrow. He had been gathering the laundry to do it when he noticed some holes in the clothing. He fully planned on patching those clothes after he did the laundry. It also gave him something to do besides babysitting Vash.
With everything he need to make lunch he began the all too familiar task of making potato goulash. It was a recipe Hungary made when they had very little money. It was delicious and filling meal and one Roderich hardly ever made because it wasn’t as good as Elizabeta’s version. There was something about her’s that was so much better than Roderich’s imitation.
It was easy to see that Vash wouldn't get anywhere by arguing with Roderich, not at this point. He had already assumed full responsibility of caring for the house while the blonde healed and would perform that task to the best of his ability. The Swiss didn't doubt his house keeping skills in the least, he had seen the strict order he had kept his own home in before the disaster and knew it was in good hands.
It was just hard to let go.
For years Vash had been the one in charge, the one calling the shots when it came to the well-being of himself and his little sister. Now, because he was being a headstrong idiot, someone else had to step in momentarily to assume that roll. Still, he understood it was for the best and the quickest route to full healing. Perhaps some temporary reprieve wouldn't be a bad thing. Slowly he pushed himself to his feet, hiding a wince from Roderich, and shuffled into the sitting room. His legs were stiff and he found it difficult to move, especially now that the full extent of his injuries had finally registered. Everything ached and he already saw another handful of pills in his future. Vash allowed himself to drop onto the couch, carefully and slowly pulling his pained legs up onto the furniture, before pulling the blanket down from the back of it and wrapping it around him. Maybe Roderich was right and some rest was what he needed.
Liechtenstein smiled happily as she began her list, neatly writing down everything the Austrian requested. It wouldn't be hard at all to get what he needed, especially since she had a couple other stops to make. They were running low on a few things around the house, each item added to her list when she thought of it, and would have to stop at various places to pick them up. The small country gave the kitchen and pantry a look over, checking to see if they needed anything else, and added those items to the list. Honestly she was happy to do this work as it helped out around the house and made Vash and Roderich's lives a lot easier.
The small girl pulled down a basket from the top of the fridge and looped the handle in her arm before moving over to the brunette and hugging him gently around the waist. [+purple "I shouldn't be more than a couple hours,"] she told him softly, giving him a smile. He had just returned with a pen and some paper, clearly doing some of the boring work of being a country. [+purple "Enjoy your quiet time."] She then skipped out of the kitchen and outside, heading down to the market.
Vash wasn't sure how long he had been out, the blonde nestled comfortably in the couch and blanket. The position of the sun hadn't changed too much which told him that he hadn't been asleep all day, but a few hours at most. He still felt as if he had been run over by a tank, which wasn't too far off from the truth really, and found moving to be difficult. The pain pills had certainly worn off by this point. Slowly he pushed himself to sit, then to his feet, a few quiet groans escaping his form.
Why did moving have to be so difficult?
Vash quietly made his way to the kitchen, stopping in front of a cabinet near he pantry where he kept extra medicine. He pulled it open and took down the familiar bottle, shaking a small pile of pills into his hand before closing it up. Quickly he swallowed them, washing them down with some water from the sink after, and let out a heavy sigh.
That Russian bastard was going to pay for all of this.
Roderich nodded when Vash said he had already taken his dose for the morning. At least Vash wasn’t being stubborn and not taking medication. When Roderich was living with Ludwig and Gilbert it was a constant battle to get them to take medication especially Gilbert who was hurting from the dissolution of his government. “Go lay down then. You don’t look too well and maybe a nap will help. While you nap I’ll help Liechtenstein make a grocery list.”
Taking the last dishes to the sink he deposited them before approaching Liechtenstein. “I’ll need chicken breasts and sausage for meat but that is really it unless we don’t have potatoes,” He said to her as he eyed the pantry. The two meals he intended to make didn’t need too many ingredients and as he looked over what was left, they basically had everything he could need except for the meat. Happy with everything else Roderich went over to the dishes and began to do them. Once the dishes were done and drying, he checked the dough. Happy with how much it rose he got ready to bake a few loaves so that they had fresh bread for dinner.
Only when the bread was in the oven starting to bake, he sat down at the table in the kitchen. Roderich needed to start penning some letters to his boss but he was honestly dreading it. He never liked this aspect of being a country, preferring to just exist, instead of doing extra work. But it had to be done. Sighing he got up from his spot and went to his room to grab a pen and paper while he mentally formulated what he needed to write.
Neither blonde had any objection to the Austrian's meal choices, Vash thinking they sounded rather good. He learned a long time ago that he would never be disappointed by what the older nation cooked up as he was quite the chef. Liechtenstein was just happy that he was cooking, period. She loved her brother's dishes but she was eager to see what else Roderich could create after the lunch they all shared together before. They were both a bit concerned about what he would find in the pantry as their stock had gotten a bit low. Normally Vash would have taken or sent his sister to the market a couple of times a month to replenish what they used but the time had gotten away from him and it had slipped his mind. It wasn't a big deal, a simple shopping trip would need to be made.
[+green "Someone will probably have to run to the butcher's for whatever meat you're planning to use,"] Vash informed him quietly, absently rubbing at the bruise that stretched around the side of his neck. A faint wince formed briefly when he pressed a bit too hard but kept the action up anyway. [+green "We should have enough vegetables unless you're looking for something special."] Liechtenstein rose from the table at this news, going to retrieve a piece of paper and pen in order to make a shopping list for either herself or Roderich to take to market in order to pick up the things they would need. She figured they may as well stock up on other things that were going low such as milk or other necessities.
While she was off on her task, the Austrian mentioned that Vash could probably use some painkillers. He had already taken a small handful first thing in the morning and was effective on staving off most of the pain. His act of defiance this morning had caused some of that discomfort to grow but knew it was far too early to take more. He'd simply have to make do with ice and heat for the time being. [+green "I took some already when I woke up,"] he answered quietly. His hand continued to rub at his neck before moving down a bit and doing the same to his collarbone and shoulder. [+green "It's far too early to take another dose. I'll be fine."]
With no input from the two siblings Roderich was left to think about what he should make. He really wanted to make wiener schnitzel but he also wanted to make something that could be eaten tomorrow and was cheap. Maybe a goulash? He had a recipe for potato goulash that yielded a lot of servings and was pretty cheap to make. The more Roderich thought about it the more he was sold on making it for lunch and then they could eat it for dinner the next day if they wanted to. With the goulash being cheap they could probably afford Wiener schnitzel for dinner as well. Roderich, while it pained him, had no intention of using veal for the dish and figured they could use chicken instead to keep it low cost.
“I was thinking potato goulash for lunch and Wiener schnitzel for dinner. I just need to see what is in the pantry but I think I really only need sausages for the goulash and any would really do,” he said as he finished up his own meal. Roderich gracefully got out of his chair and began to gather the dishes so that he could do them. The sooner he cleaned up the sooner he could take a full inventory of what Vash had in his pantry and then the sooner he could get to work. The goulash, after all, did take a little while to make. It was nothing horrendous and the majority of the time he would be stirring it but he did want to start it sooner than later.
As he gathered the last of the dirty dishes he stopped right beside Vash. “Did you take any medication yet? If not I can bring you the bottle,” he asked. Roderich hadn’t seen the other nation take his medication and if he didn’t then Roderich would prefer that he did soon. Roderich may have not seen any indication of pain cross Vash’s face yet but he knew his once friend was stubborn and probably was in pain.
Vash suppressed a small groan as he sat down at his seat, rubbing his thigh under the table and out of Roderich's view. He was already in enough trouble with the brunette, he didn't want to add more to it. His body informed him that he should have listened, that he should have simply sliced the ingredients at the table and allowed his once friend to do the cooking. His body ached in places that he didn't think possible and what was already agitated hurt more. Vash would never admit any of this to Roderich as his mothering was already bad enough. He could only imagine what he'd unleash on his "patient" once that news surfaced.
Emerald eyes flickered up to the male as he began his miniature 'I'm not angry I'm just disappointed' speech, giving him the look to match. He remembered this well from their younger days, that look having been directed at a small Felicano a multitude of times as well as himself. [+green "I wasn't up that long,"] Vash protested quietly, picking up his fork and taking a bite of his breakfast. In a sense, he wasn't. He had stood for much longer periods than that...but when he wasn't injured. [+green "Besides, I can't cook from the table and you were with the goats."]
Liechtenstein ate quietly, listening to the two grown men bicker like siblings. She loved them both dearly, no matter how much they argued, and was grateful to have them in her little family. Her breakfast was finished rather quickly, the small girl drinking her orange juice, and her attention was pulled to Austria as he asked about meal preferences. This excited her, Mr. Austria was going to cook for them! How wonderful! She smiled happily as she set her glass down, looking to the brunette. [+purple "No, but I'm sure that whatever you make will be fantastic,"] she answered. A glance to Vash saw the older blonde nod his head faintly in agreement with her statement, her eyes turning back to Roderich again. [+purple "If you need anything, I'd be more than happy to find it for you!"]
Roderich gave Vash an annoyed look when he returned back with the oranges and the other nation was at the stove cooking. “You said everything could be done at the table,” he grumbled to the other man before turning to Liechtenstein and addressing her. “Good morning Liechtenstein,” Austria responded as Vash handed him the bowl of food so he could put it on the table.
Walking into the dinning room Roderich day the bowl down in the center before grabbing some plates and utensils he also set the table. Soon after Vash walked into the room and said that Roderich no longer had to yell at him. Roderich eyebrow raised slightly as he took his spot and began serving them. As he did that he began to say, “I haven’t yelled at you yet. But we can talk about how you said the majority of the breakfast could be done at the table. I really hope you weren’t lying to me and were standing around. You really should be resting Vash,” Roderich in his best ‘I’m disappointed in you’ voice. The one that even made Feliciano cower and advert his gaze though he was sure it would have a much lesser effect on Vash.
“Breakfast, however, smells good. Thank you for cooking,” Roderich added in a more neutral tone. Once everyone was seated Roderich began to dig into the meal. It was as good as he expected from Vash and the deliciousness did have Roderich a little less annoyed with Vash but not by much. “Was there anything specific that you wanted to eat for lunch and dinner?” He asked the two siblings between bites. Roderich had a few ideas on what to make with cheaper ingredients but he was curious if either of them had put any thought into what they wanted to eat.
Vash watched Roderich from the corner of his eye as the male stood, getting ready to feed the needy creatures outside. It was honestly one of the blonde's favorite parts of the day and having to give it to Roderich for the time being stung a little. He never got enough of them and their silly antics, he'd watch them for hours if he could. Each goat had their own personality, even when it came to meal time, and he loved to see them interact with each other. It would be difficult for the brunette to keep him inside when it came to their dinner as he wanted to spend at least a little time with them; he already gave up their breakfast and wasn't willing to do it again with their dinner.
Battered hands continued to slice potatoes into thin pieces then cut up some sausage and onion into the mixture as well. Finally, he topped it with a bit of butter to prevent it from sticking then turned the element on. He could hear movement as he did so, indicating his little sister had risen for the day and was getting ready. Good. The concoction in the skillet began to sizzle as it was introduced to the heat, beginning to cook and fill the kitchen with a delicious aroma. This was another simple dish Vash had learned to make, something inexpensive but tasty and filling. He couldn't help but wonder how long it would take Roderich to become sick of these cheap meals and begin taking over preparing every meal they ate together.
While the skillet continued to sizzle, Vash pulled down a juicer from a nearby cabinet and set it down on the counter. He could already hear Roderich scolding him in the back of his mind how he needed to be sitting and all that other nonsense but he wanted to get as much done now as he could. Taking a large knife, he cut the oranges in half and squeezed the juice out of them to give them something to drink with their breakfasts. As he transferred the orange liquid to a pitcher, Liechtenstein appeared and gave her brother a soft smile.
[+purple "Good morning, big brother,"] she greeted him happily. As soon as he was done with the juice, she took the pitcher and placed it on the table. Immediately afterwards she began to pull plates from the cabinet in order to set the rest of it. Her smile brightened as she laid eyes on Austria. [+purple "Good morning to you, too, Mr. Austria."]
[+green "Morning, Liechtenstein,"] he answered quietly. He turned his attention back towards the skillet, mixing the ingredients to be sure they didn't burn. When it was finished, he transferred it into a bowl and gave it to the brunette to set on the table.
[+green "I told you it was easy and quick, now you can quit yelling at me,"] he told Austria, slowly heading into the dining room. He knew that wouldn't be the end of it, that the older nation would continue mothering until he felt Vash was better.
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