"Hello everybody, and welcome to Cooking Class with Matvey and Ivan!" Russia beams at the camera. His partner, Canada, seems a bit less excited, but puts on his biggest smile anyways.

Russia nudged Canada, while still smiling at the camera. "Today we'll be making Russian-style pancakes," the Canadian man said, remembering his lines.

Russia nodded in agreement. "First, mix 3 cups all-purpose flower, 3.5 teaspoons baking powder, 1 teaspoon salt, 1 tablespoon white sugar, 1 cup milk, 1 egg, and 3 tablespoons of butter in a large mixing bowl!" The large Russian man added each ingredient to the bowl as he said it.

"And then, mix." Canada took a spoon and began calmly mixing the ingredients.

"While mixing, add vodka!" Russia produced a large bottle of the strong alcohol from somewhere on his person, and to Canada's horror, poured 3/4 of the bottle into the mixing bowl. The violet-eyed country then drank the rest with a happy little sigh.

"Finally, take spoonfuls of the batter and pour them onto a greased skillet over low heat, while flipping every minute," the unhappy Canadain murmured while holding his nose to block out the piquant smell of the batter.

"While Comrade Matvey is cooking the pancakes, we will be making the syrup!" Russia grinned broadly. "Pour 2 cups of maple syrup into a pot over medium heat. Then, add vodka!" He shouted the last sentence triumphantly. To the dismay and surprise of the smaller nation, he produced another bottle of vodka, seemingly from thin air, and poured all of it into the pot. "Now, let it sit for 5 minutes." Satisfied with his work, the gray-haired man wiped his syrupy hands on his Russian flag apron.

5 minutes later

"The pancakes are done..." Canada brought over a steaming plate of pancakes.

"So is the syrup! Now pour..." Russia carefully picked up the pot of steaming 'syrup,' concentration furrowing his brow, and poured it over the pancakes.

"Good! Now we eat, da?" Russia smiled at his partner, who tried his best to smile back.

They sat down at the table in their shared kitchen, which was already set with silverware and plates. Russia pulled two large pancakes onto his plate and started tucking in. "идеальный!" The large Russian exclaimed. "Perfect!"

Canada served himself a much smaller pancake and warily took a small bite. He immediately regretted it; his throat and stomach felt like they were on fire.

The smaller nation sprinted out of the room to find a toilet or wastebasket to throw up into.

Russia was still eating contentedly. "Oh?" He said when he noticed that Canada was gone. "Well, it seems that Comrade Matvey has disappeared again. Remember to join us next time! Пока!"