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Prussia was swiveling on a barstool in the Canadian’s kitchen, quietly humming a tune that’s been stuck in his head. He was getting hungrier and hungrier by the minute. Once Canada learned that the albino had never had pancakes before stunned him so much that he, basically, dragged Prussia to his house and started making them.
Prussia watched as the blonde made them. Canada was tapping his foot to a random song while mouthing the words, he had on a yellow apron, his blonde hair was put into a small ponytail, and his glasses kept sliding off of his nose.
“Are they done yet?”
Canada sighed, “No, just like they weren’t done three minutes ago, when you last asked me.”
Prussia groaned and slumped in his chair, “Why are they taking so long?”
“Because that’s how you properly make them. If you want them perfect, then you have to wait.”
Prussia pouted, but accepted the fact and went back to swiveling the bar stool.
Canada chuckled, “You know that you are acting like a child, right?”
“I knowwww,” Prussia said, purposely dragging out the word, “but I’m hungry.”
“If you keep whining, I’m not giving you any.”
That made Prussia close his mouth. The pancakes took about another five minutes before the Canadian placed a plate in front of Prussia with a thing of maple syrup next to it.
“What’s that stuff?” Prussia asked, while pointing to the maple syrup.
“Liquified heaven.”
“So… beer?”
“No!” Canada actually looked offended. “Beer is gross. Maple syrup is better.”
Prussia frowned at that statement. “No, beer is life. It’s perfect.”
Canada rolled his eyes and finished his bite of food before he spoke, “Just eat your food.”
Prussia frowned, put some maple syrup on his pancake, and took a bite. He froze. He swore that even his heart stood still. The flavours bursted into his mouth. It was amazing. And the maple syrup only made it better. The German’s red eyes widened before he quickly scarfed down the rest of his food on the plate.
Canada was laughing. Not a chuckle, or one he was trying to hide behind his fist. It was flat out body shaking laughter.
When Prussia finally stopped to breathe, Canada managed to speak.
“Assuming you like them?”
“Ja.”
“Did the maple syrup taste better than beer? Or did you eat it too fast to realize the taste?”
Prussia sat in though for a minute, sure beer was awesome and all, but… the maple syrup seemed to make Canada happy.
“Beer! Beer is the best, obviously.” The albino lied.
Canada chuckled, “Of course, want more?”
“Obviously.”