APH- Epic Prussian Pancakes

Epic Prussian Pancakes
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Prussia frowned to himself. He was alone, of course. It was just him in his house and his computer, and various other objects. He was currently refreshing his blog to see if anyone had commented or followed.
Nothing.
He sat back and whirled the chair around to glare at something.
A picture of Fritz, a unfinished Rubic Cube that America gave him, some video games, an old pair of Austria's glasses he stole a while back.
Prussia snickered at the memory. Yes, those were the days, back when he was a nation. His younger brother was currently at a Europe dinner conference. And him not being a nation, Prussia couldn't tag along. Mainly for three reasons.
1. He wasn't a nation.
2. Hungary would threaten to kill him.
3. West probably didn't want him to see Italy embarrass him and use it for black mail.
The white haired ex-nation placed his chin on his fist and began to frown in thought. Remembering that Germany was at a dinner party reminded him that he was told he was left to his own devices in finding dinner. And him being bored and lazy, didn't do something as simple as ordering take out or pizza. Nah, he'd make something. Something slightly complicated......or not. Prussia jumped up and grabbed the iPod West had let him get and his ear-buds. He then strolled into the kitchen and flicked on the lights.
He noticed the bare wood floor was slightly cold compared to the carpet of his room. His toes curled as he walked across the room. Prussia took out the music device and put an ear-bud in, then hit shuffle, hoping a song he liked would play. Instantly a smirk appeared on his face and he fist pumped.
"Yes! I like this song!"
The song '99 Loftballons' began playing in all it's retro awesomeness. Prussia then walked to the fridge and opened it, his eyes beginning to scan the shelves for something to catch his attention or stomach. He saw a packet of cheese but ignored it, until he found himself so bored and took out a piece and began to chew. Prussia checked the different flavors of ice cream....mostly vanilla.
'Only West would be so bland.'
The red eyed person thought to himself. He frowned and sighed as he shut the door and began walking to the cabinets and opened them.
"Nein.......no......uggh.....no......" Prussia began to mentally cross out different items as he ran across them. He knew he wanted something specific, he just didn't know what. He began to whistle to himself as he rechecked places then stood there and brushed his foot back and forth. Then the moment hit him when another song started to play, and he began to prance around playing an air guitar. He stopped when an idea created itself in his brain.
Pancakes.
He had no idea why, but why not? He was bored and needed something to do....and eat. After a few minuets of searching he found the items needed. Batter, a measuring cup, syrup, a frying pan (it took him awhile to grab it because he had to keep telling himself it wouldn't hit him), a spatula, and a plate. After mixing everything needed he stuck some of the batter in the pan and watched it.
'If a watched pot never boils.....does a watched pancake never fry? Oh well.....' Prussia found himself getting bored again. After continuing to watch it he decided to flip it.....however this did not work in the slightest. Prussia was being to hasty, and due to this, the food was half flipped and the other half folded on itself. He pouted and wondered: 'How does Canada do it?' When he was 'done' with the pancake, it was mostly doughy, and looked like he mutilated it beforehand.
He poured syrup on it and began to eat.
'Meh......Canada's are better.....but.....it's pretty sweet. I like it.'
He began to make more, they turned out a tad better, but still mutilated. Finally after the third batch was done, they were, well not perfect. But they were pretty good, if Prussia said so himself. He smirked to himself while eating. He soon realized his shouldn't keep this achievement kept to himself. He might end up ranting to West, but considering he would either be back late tonight or early next morning,  just wouldn't care. He remembered something in his pocket that his younger brother gave him, a list of who NOT to call.
Austria- why would he call the Aristocrat about pancakes?
Hungary- same applies as with Austria.

Prussia got bored again as he skimmed the list. Suddenly he had another light bulb moment.
How could he have not thought of it before? Canada! He grabbed his phone and dialed the number. Until he remembered that he forgot what the time difference was. Hopefully he wouldn't wake Canada up.

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Canada sat by his brother on the couch, watching him play the 5th Elder Scrolls Game.
"Dang it! I died again! Stupid zombie!" America yelled as his Dragonborn got smacked and fell over. Canada laughed under his breath.
"I told you you should've got more potions or invested in Restoration magic."
"Whatever. I have a killer sword though!"
"Umm, yeah eh? Let me know when you're done with the dungeon. I have a quest I need to finish."
"Which one?"
"It's one for the Bards Collage."
America laughed as he beat up the undead creature currently shooting ice at him.
"You're attending there? Really? Well, I'm a member of the Companions!"
"Oh, and you what? Fetch the mead?" America pouted upon his brother quoting one of the many town guards .
"Shut up."
Suddenly Canada's phone rang.
"Who is it? HA! Take that!" America asked before finally defeating a room full of zombies.
"It's Prussia. Hello?" Canadia asked, afterwards a voice practically screamed in his ear.
"Yo! Guess what? I just made pancakes!"
Canada's face changed.
"You called just to tell me that? Isn't it 7 over there?"
Prussia faltered a bit on the other end.
"Well........yeah, but I was bored! And West is at a meeting, so I have nothing to do! What are you up to?"
"Eh, just watching SOMEONE continually die in an ancient Nord crypt."
America rolled his eyes and kept playing.
"Nice. What level is he? Wait, never mind, I'll catch you later! I just got an idea. Bye!"
The other line went dead.
'Well that was weird.'
After about 15 minuets, America got a message noting him that a certain 'Awesomness1000' was going to talk to him.
"Hey Prussia! 'Sup?" The USA said into the headset mic, afterwards putting it on speaker so his brother could talk as well.
"Eh, I got bored and Canada said you were playing. So where are you?"
"Cleaning out some burial place. You?"
"Ehh, just wandering around......ah shoot! A troll just found me! Hang on....." Prussia grew silent, save for a few grunts or laughs of successful hits.
"Shoot fire at it." Canada offered.
"AH MAN! I JUST DIED!" Prussia shouted in anger.
The two North American brothers laughed, America because Prussia was killed, and Canada because America couldn't find the switch, which was right in front of him.
"Shut up." America and Prussia said at the same time.