The Cake is a Lie
Ivan Braginsky woke up to a beautiful typical Russian morning. The few birds that dared to brave the extreme cold were chirping at predictable intervals. He smiled as he sat up on his comfortable bed and reached for his scarf that was carefully wrapped on the nearby post. He laid it on his bed and went into his bathroom to take a quick shower and change into his everyday clothes. When he came out, he had a pleasant smile on his face, lightly humming a tune under his breath. He put on his scarf and walked out.
"Hmm... I think I want sweets for breakfast today." he sang, going into the kitchen. One of his 'loyal' servants, Lithuania, was already there, cooking pancakes, omelettes and sandwiches for everyone.
"Good morning Mister Russia..." he murmured, whisking the eggs briskly before pouring them into the pan.
"Good morning Lithuania," the tall man said, standing behind him to stare creepily over the smaller nation's shoulder at the breakfast in progress.
"Y-yes Mister Russia?"
"Well, I changed my mind. I don't want any of this for breakfast."
"O-oh... What do you want then?" the brunette sighed, knowing that he should have waited for instructions.
"I want sweets. Like cake with vodka mixed in!" he giggled.
"B-but... That's bad for your health..."
"So? I want sweets."
"Very well... But at least eat this before I make you a chocolate and vodka cake, please?"
"Hmph. Very well." The blonde said before taking the large plate of food Lithuania prepared. He sat down at the table and ate the food while watching Lithuania go out to get the ingredients to make the cake. He soon got bored however and went into his study to read and play chess with himself.
Soon, the young nation of Latvia woke up and after getting ready, went into the kitchen. As he wandered around, he felt something bouncing in his pocket. Removing it, he found it was the candy that England had given him at the last meeting. He carefully unwrapped it and looked curiously at the counter where a recipe for a chocolate cake was lying. As he chewed the gummy candy, he felt the oddest sensation wash over him. It was almost like he was floating out of his body. He looked around and realized that he couldn't see as high up as before. 'Did the candy make me shorter?' the Baltic nation worried, his eyes widening and starting to moisten. Then, his distress grew for Ivan had just walked into the kitchen.
"G-good morning M-mister Russia!" he stammered as the older man stared at him with wonder in his eyes, sizing him up. Latvia shivered and wondered why he got no response. The Russian licked his lips slowly and picked up a nearby fork.
"You will become one with me, lovely red velvet cake..." a pleased smile curled on his lips and it was then that Latvia understood. He had gotten smaller, in fact. He was changed into a slice of delectable looking cake. Cake like what Lithuania was making for Russia. The said Russian planned to EAT him. Once he arrived at this conclusion, he proceeded to mentally flip out. Meanwhile, Lithuania had just returned with the ingredients and heard shouting. Dropping the bags and dashing into the kitchen, he saw a scene of chaos. Estonia was holding a bloody towel to Latvia's leg, which was bleeding immensely. The Russian had a shocked expression, his fork and lips bloody. Lithuania didn't question how the scenario came about, he just set to the task of helping his younger brother and whisked him away to the nearest hospital with Estonia tagging along behind him. The tall man's face had by now gone back to normal and he pouted at the now empty plate. After another moment of staring, he shrugged and started walking to his study to finish his game of chess with himself. As he opened the door, the words floated out of his mouth easily.
"So it seems the cake was a lie after all."