|
Post by Laramie L. Williams on Feb 2, 2012 22:01:56 GMT -5
Having settled into his home, Ottawa sat and wondered what to do.
"I got some fresh maple syrup, maybe I'll make some waffles..." he was kinda hungry now that he thought about it.
|
|
|
Post by Laramie L. Williams on Sept 16, 2012 2:25:07 GMT -5
Returning from ByWard Market with some groceries, Ottawa began putting them away before making lunch. It was so nice and quiet, maybe he'd eat outside today.
|
|
|
Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 16, 2012 21:42:51 GMT -5
Prussia, still on his quest, was walking down the hall on the look for a few doors when he saw Laramie's. Grinning he went over and knocked, a little softer then the rest. Then waited for him to answer as he looked down the hall seeing if his best friend was joining him, either that or he was busy with his tomatos again.
|
|
|
Post by Laramie L. Williams on Nov 5, 2012 23:40:15 GMT -5
Hearing a knock at his door, Ottawa paused from cooking preparations and went to answer it. Opening the door, he found Prussia looking around for...Spain he guessed.
"Ah, Bonjour, Monsieur Prussia. May I help you...?" He greeted as Zima sat himself in the doorway and batted at the German's boot.
|
|
|
Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Nov 12, 2012 11:07:20 GMT -5
"Ja! Laramie! My Awesome self v'as v'undering if you were home." Prussia said smiling at the boy, not noticing the little bear pawing at his 'German made' boot.
|
|
|
Post by Laramie L. Williams on Nov 15, 2012 2:32:34 GMT -5
"Zima, cher petit ami, please don't do that." Ottawa picked the bear cub up before he started pulling Prussia's bootlaces. "You can come in if you like, I was just about to make lunch..."
|
|
|
Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Nov 15, 2012 11:33:27 GMT -5
"Danke~" Prussia said grinning and stepped into his house. Hopeing to see if Laramie made pancakes, or waffles, for breakfest this morning and if he could 'acquire' the left overs. Since West was gone doing something, probably work again, and Austria wasn't here to cook for him. He could go to Berlin's, but she would probably throw him out... then throw a plate of food at him. So to help his aching head he thought that it would be safer to go to the kid and see what he's up too.
"My Awesomness v'ant to see if z'ou v'ere still cooking z'hose little kuchen proben v'ith z'hat sweet sau--" o__o?
*cake samples
|
|
|
Post by Laramie L. Williams on Nov 17, 2012 3:02:39 GMT -5
Closing the door, Ottawa set Zima on the couch before returning to the kitchen. Though Prussia's sudden pause made him tilt his head in curiosity. "Is something wrong, Monsieur Prussia?"
Meanwhile, Zima flopped himself down on some pillows and waited until lunch was ready.
|
|
|
Post by Laramie L. Williams on Dec 2, 2012 3:35:12 GMT -5
(If anyone else wants to visit while Prussia's mind reboots, that's fine)
|
|
|
Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 2, 2012 3:54:51 GMT -5
"Mon petit Larlar~" Francis knocked. "It is you Papa and oncle Antonio! Come to visit papa's other petit."
|
|
|
Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Dec 2, 2012 3:55:02 GMT -5
Spain and France were at Laramie's doorstep, knocking on the door. "Lar! Amigo! Oyabun's here to visit~"
|
|
|
Post by Laramie L. Williams on Dec 2, 2012 4:21:12 GMT -5
"La porte est ouverte!" Laramie called from the kitchen, having just started to cook lunch and not wanting to risk burning it...and possibly his kitchen. It was odd for him to have more then one visitor usually, but he didn't mind at all.
*the door is open
|
|
|
Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 2, 2012 4:32:35 GMT -5
"Ah, I smell wonder'ful food! It makes Papa happy to see zat you are good at so many t'ings." Francis called out
|
|
|
Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Dec 3, 2012 20:28:30 GMT -5
Prussia was kicked out of his daze when he heard the familiar voices of two more people, which of who were his closest friends. 'Can't be Russian,' he thought to himself about the Bear as he shook the rest of the daze from his mind.
"Spain! Frosch!" Prussia called out, clapping them on the back. "V'hat? Here to get some of the candy syrup and z'he cake things too?" >'P
|
|
|
Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Dec 3, 2012 21:02:53 GMT -5
"Candy syrup? I could go for some!" Spain chimed, smelling the food from the kitchen.
|
|