good Russian food?

out on a stroll. He had finished his paperwork and was planning on getting something to eat.

looks at the various restaurants, finding nothing that sounded appealing with his very limited Russian skills.

paused while walking, a mop of Blonde hair and foppish clothes catching his attention. He walked over and lo and behold it was who he

thought. "France?"

heard a very familiar voice and turned around, looking at Ivan. "Ah, Braginski.~ For some reason I was not expecting to see you."

(srry. my internet died. D'x)

just as shocked to see France. "What are you doing here?"

( It's okay.~ )

"... Why, I'm looking for a good place to eat.~ Russian cuisine of course."

tilts his head. "WOuld you like me to help you?"

shrugs before grinning. "I don't see why not. It seems like you'd know you're land better than I.~"

smiles, leading him down the way. "I will gladly show you,da?"

grins and follows him. "That would be much appreciated.~" He wouldn't divulge that he had his doubts about truly good Russian food though.

hummed while walking, wondering where to take the other. "I could even cook for him,da?

" said while talking to self.

( D8 I'm so, so sorry! )

glances over at him, not surprised that after all the years the other would know how to cook but it still surprised him somehow. "I would_

be willing if you were."

smiles big. "Then come to my house.~ I just went shopping and have the ingredients to make a fine meal~ I would be so happy to have France

over for dinner~" he said with a giggle before leading the way to his home.

follows the other nation; it had been a while since he visited the Russian actually. Long, long ago he could remember visiting often. "If_

insist.~"

opened the door for France when they got to his house, letting the other in first. "make yourself at home my friend. I will go see what to

make for us. It has to be good to compete with French cooking,da?" ^J^\

(ignore / mark)

nods, though he highly doubts that Russian food could ever be compared to French. They were just... different. "I shall do as you say then,_

unless you'd like some help in the kitchen."

(oH! privet france. 8U *thought this was forgotten*)

pauses and nods. "Da actually. But first can you do me a favor? There is a small closet in the hall filled with spirits. I would like you to

go find a wine to your taste for cooking with. If that is alright." he offered, heading to the kitchen.

( It's okay. |D; It wasn't, I've just been busy with a stubborn virus. orz )

finds it very appropriate that he be able to choose the wine and thinks it would be a nice thing to let his guests do if they had better_

(virus?)

taste in it than him. He walked to the closet and pulled out a bottle of wine; perfect. Taking it with him to the kitchen, he set it down_

on the counter.

( Computer virus. Malware and Trojan combo. )

had pulled out some pots and pans along with ingredients. He was already wearing a soft pink apron that his sister had gotten him. "Ah thank

you France. Would you like to help me cook or you can go wait in the living room if you wish." ^J^

grins sheepishly at the other nation before sitting on a chair in the kitchen. "I'm afraid I'm not the expert on Russian cuisine, so I'm_

likely to make a mistake. So I'll stay here, to keep you company while you cook."

shrugs and begins chopping some meat up. "To each his own,da?"