APH RP (Hetalia Club members Look here!)

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary looked at Prussia, still clinging to the counter. "Well, I think we're both hungry and when my stomach growls, it hurts like hell. I don't think either of us wants me hurt more." She slowly slid to the floor. "Though, I think I still am hurting more than before." She gave a small laugh, but just winced. "I'm making Gulyàs soup, though. Should be good for us." She looked over at the pot containing the soup, then back at Prussia. She gave a sigh and held her stomach again. She leaned to the side, now laying on the floor. She groaned and closed her eyes, still holding on her stomach. "Yeah, I definately hurt myself."

[Lore-heika]

Prussia inwardly groaned. She had been rather accident-prone lately... With a shake of his head, he tossed the towel on his head aside and approached her. "How about you get back in your wheelchair and I make us the Gulyas stuff. Can't say it'll taste any good, but you can't do anything on the ground like that." He grabbed a spoon from the countertop and glanced down at her. "If you're bleeding again or need help getting into the chair again, just say so. If not, tell me how to make this stuff." His shoulder and leg looked like crap, yes, but he could still probably move around more than she could.

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary gave a sigh and sat back up. She crawled over to her wheelchair and managed to get into it. After sitting there for a while, she rolled over to the stove. "I already have all the stuff inside of it, so you'll just need to stir occasionally. Then, when nearing the end, add oregano and dill spices. They are in the top shelves to the right of the stove. You can add pepper if you want." She told him before draping an arm over her stomach again. He should be able to tell what the spices were, right? Sure, the writing was in Hungarian, but it shouldn't be too hard.

[Lore-heika]

Prussia nodded and began stirring, making a face at the sudden heat that directed toward his face from the steam. He continued stirring for some while before placing the spoon aside and inhaling the scent of the food. At that moment, his stomach gave a low grumble of hunger, and, undoubtedly, he came to realze just how hungry he really was. Food- soup especially, considering the cold and all- never sounded so tasty. He began to stir once more, adding a pinch of pepper before looking around for the oregano and dill. He located the oregano easily enough, though the dill spices proved more difficult. Curse her for writing everything in Hungarian...! He ended up picking up some green spice and tossing it in, hoping she had meant that one. "Should be ready soon, I think... Never made soup before..."

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary gave a nod. "Just stir it a little more, check the chicken to make sure it doesn't look fleshy, and then it should be ready." She rolled around in a circle boredly. Well, at least the wheelchair could be fun. She rolled up behind Prussia, giving a small sigh and leaning her head against his back. "Thanks for helping me though... Can't remember how many times I've thanked you today, but you deserve all of them. You've just been helping me all day, and I'm quite happy for it." She gave a small laugh and a smile. He had been helping her all day. He needed like a reward or something... Well, she had a few 'rewards' in mind, but she might keep those in the back of her head for now.

[Lore-heika]

Prussia sighed contently, poking at a chunk of chicken with the spoon. Good enough- he wasn't about to get particular about the texture of the poultry. He stirred a bit more before grabbing two bowls from the cabinet above the stove. Steadying himself against the counter, he hobbled over to the pot once more, pouring them each a bowl and handing one to Hungary. "And it's the best &@%# soup ever, because I made it. So... Just hurry up and eat before you're on the floor again." He grabbed his spoon and tried some of it. Hm. Not horrible, but he definately preferred when she made it. Then again, he had no idea what he had been doing.

[::madlyhazel]

(((I'm going to have to clean quite a bit today, so don't expect me on a whole lot.)))

Hungary set the bowl in her lap and tried it. It wasn't too bad, but tasted a little different. It could be because Prussia had been making it, but it also had a different flavour that wouldn't be from him just making it. She didn't want to say anything though, just in case. Still... it was beginning to bother her. She sighed and continued eating it before looking back up at Prussia. "You sure you used both oregano and dill? Tastes like it had thyme in it or something." She asked him, though ate it again. "Should taste a little sweeter than this, but it's still good. I like it a lot."

[Lore-heika]

((Yeah, same here. At a party and whatnot tonight.))

Prussia merely grunted and swallowed a big gulp he had shoveled into his mouth. "Hell if I know- everything in your kitchen is in Hungarian. Besides, I don't cook stuff like this." Ah well, she DID seem to be eating it regardless. That alone was satisfactory enough for him. "But it's better than you killing yourself trying to cook. That's just... Stupid." He grinned nonetheless, though, and leaned more weight against the counter. "So how's your stomach holding up to food?"

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary made a "so-so" motion with her hand. "It's doing alright, but still hurts like hell." She ate more of the food, and she had to admit, she felt like a glutton. She was eating the food rather fast, but she was just so hungry. She finally finished it off and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I wasn't going to kill myself cooking. I was just having a few troubles." She muttered, frowning slightly. She then held up her bowl to Prussia. "Since I'm so &@#$ hungry and can't stand up, can you get me seconds?" She asked him.

[Lore-heika]

Setting his own bowl aside, Prussia took hers from her and topped it off with soup again, filling the bowl to the top and handing it back to her. "At least you can stomach it without falling over." He poured himself seconds as well and took his spot against the counter again. "If you're up to it, we can leave after we finish eating. At least my driving foot wasn't the injured one... Then we'd be stuck here." She was in go condition to drove either, after all.