Frozen Sunflowers

Ch.4

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.


Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children. ~Charles R. Swindoll


Russia wanted to go outside and play, he wanted to be able to run around in the front yard, climb the various trees that were located around England's house, and he wanted to be able to lie on the British man's lawn and watch the white puffy clouds roll by. Unfortunately for Russia, he could not go outside and play because there was a humongous thunderstorm happening outside right now and there was no sign of the thunderstorm stopping anytime soon. All the small boy could do was sit in front of the window and hope that the sun would come out soon. England could not help but feel kind of bad for the kid; it had been raining all week and Russia had not been able to go outside and run around like he wanted. However, there was nothing that England could do about the weather, but he did know that there was something that he could do to at least help get Russia's mind of the never ending rain.

England calmly walked over to Russia and stood beside him before he also looked out the window and watched the rain fall.

The two nations stayed like that for a few moments before England said "I should try and make some Thunder Cake."

Russia blinked in confusion before he looked over at the blond haired man and asked "What's Thunder Cake?"

England just smiled at the boy before saying "Thunder Cake is a type of cake that I usually make whenever there is a big storm. It helps pass the time and the cake itself tastes pretty good if I do say so myself. So how about it, do you want to help me make some Thunder Cake?"

Russia smiled and nodded his head before he said "Yes, I want to help you make Thunder Cake. If I help you make the cake I will not have to worry about you burning it."

England frowned slightly before he crossed his arms and said "I wouldn't burn it…"

Russia just giggled before saying "You said you wouldn't burn the pancakes that you tried to make for breakfast earlier today, but you still ended up burning them."

England's frown grow slightly larger, but seeing the little Russian child's smile and hearing the boy's adorable laugh ended up making England smile and chuckle a bit as well. England just could not stay mad at the little Russian nation.

"Alright so maybe I do burn the food that I make sometimes, but it does not happen all the time." England said as he looked down at the small boy.

Russia's giggling just grow a bit louder and harder when he heard the green eyed man say this, but after a few minutes into his giggling fit Russia was finally able to calm down and say "Whatever you say England. So can we go ahead and make the Thunder Cake now?"

England sighed slightly but he smiled none the less and said "Come on; let's go make some Thunder Cake….."


It did not take long for the two nations to get into the kitchen and find the cookbook that had the Thunder Cake. England was able to find the page that had the recipe rather quickly and he gave the book over to Russia and said "Read out loud everything that we need and I'll go ahead and get it out."

Russia nodded his head before he looked down at the book in his hands and started to read. "It says we need shortening, sugar, vanilla, three eggs, cake flour, dry cocoa, salt, baking soda, and tomatoes." Russia said aloud before he looked over at England.

England nodded as rushed about the kitchen and grabbed everything that they needed before putting it all down on the kitchen counter, England also bought in a chair from the dining room so that Russia could reach the counter. Once everything had been placed on the counter, the two countries gathered around the counter and started to mix the ingredients.

"So what ingredients do we have to mix together?" England asked.

"It says we need to cream together one cup of shortening, 1 ¾ cup of sugar, 1 teaspoon vanilla, and three separated eggs. It also says to blind the yolks in and to beat white part of the egg until they are stiff." Russia answered.

England nodded and started to measure everything out before he gave them to Russia so that he could put them into the bowl. Everything was going good until England got to the part of separating the eggs. England never really knew how to separate the egg yolk from the egg white he usually just cracked the egg and put it in the bowl; however England had a feeling that he probably should not do that this time around.

England frowned and furrowed his brow as he glared at the egg in his hand. Russia watched the British man glare at the eggs for awhile before he asked "Do you know to separate the eggs?"

England was tempted to say he did know how, but he decided to be honest with the child and say he had no clue on how to separate an egg. Russia just grinned at England before he grabbed an egg and an empty bowl.

"To separate an egg you just do this." Russia said before he proceeded to gently crack the egg.

Once the egg had been cracked, Russia carefully opened the shell so that there were two haves all while keeping the egg in the one shell. Russia than proceeded to pour the egg into on half of the broken shell into the other, all while letting the egg white fall into the empty bowl, but still keeping the yolk in the shell. After a couple of minutes of putting the egg back and forth between the shells Russia finally got all of the egg white into the bowl. Once that was done, Russia dumped the egg yolk into the mixture before he placed both of the egg shells down on the counter and looked over at England.

"That's how you separate an egg yolk from the egg white." Russia said before he gave the English nation a large smile.

"How did you learn to do that?" England asked as he watched Russia grab another egg and proceed to crack it open.

"Ukraine was the one who taught me and Belarus how to separate eggs and how to cook. She thought it would be something that we would need to know when we grow up." Russia said as he finished separating the egg that he had.

England nodded in understanding before he handed Russia the egg that he was holding. Russia looked down at the egg in his hand before he looked over at England and gave him a confused look.

"I think it would be better if you separated it. I think I would just make a big mess." England simply said.

Russia laughed at what England said before he cracked the egg and started separating it. After that, time went by rather fast for the two nations. They both worked together to try and get the mix ready for baking, and they had a lot of fun doing it. England had helped the Russian boy mix the mixture and Russia made sure that England followed the recipe right down to the very last letter. The usually quite kitchen was quickly filled with the sound of happy chatter and joyful laughter.

The thunderstorm was still raging on outside, but the two nations in the kitchen had forgotten about the storm a long time ago. Russia was having a lot of fun making the cake and England was also having fun as well. England was actually feeling very happy and he was smiling a truly happy smile, a smile that most people would be lucky to even catch a glimpse of. Once the mixing was done and the oven had been preheated, the two nations greased and floured a large pan before they poured the mixture into the pan. Once the mixture was in the pan, England stuck the pan into the oven and set the timer.

"How long will it take for the cake to bake?" Russia asked.

"About thirty-five minutes." England replied before he looked around at his kitchen.

The kitchen looked like one big disaster zone; there was flour all over the counters, there where dirty dishes piled up in the sink, and there was some sugar that had been accidently spilled onto the floor. Even England and Russia where not able to escape the mess, both of the nations had flour all over their cloths.

England sighed slightly when he saw the mess, but he just gave a small shrug of his shoulders before he looked over at Russia and said "Come on; let's get this mess cleaned up before the cake is done."

Russia smiled and nodded his head to show that he understood before he said "Ok!" And with that said, the two nations started to clean the disaster zone that was known as England's kitchen….


Right after the nations where done with cleaning the kitchen (and themselves), the timer ringed to show them that the cake was finally done. England quickly got the cake out of the oven and put it down on the counter before he looked at it. Surprisingly enough, the cake had turned out perfectly and it did not burn whatsoever. This was rather surprising to England because whenever he tried to make Thunder Cake (or anything in general) he almost always ended up burning it somehow. England shook his head slightly to clear his head before he looked over at Russia who was currently sitting in the chair that was still in the kitchen.

"Russia, can you get the strawberries from the fridge? I need to get the chocolate frosting out so we can put it on the cake." England said.

Russia gave a happy "Sure!" before he hoped out of his chair and rushed over to the fridge. England smiled slightly before he went over to the cabinet that had the frosting in it. Once the two nations had garbed the things that they needed they both made their way over to the counter where the cake was so that they could finally put the frosting and strawberries on it. England started to put the frosting on the cake and Russia just watched him. After awhile Russia grow bored of watching England put frosting on the cake so he turned his attention to the open container of chocolate frosting.

Russia slowly moved his hand toward the frosting container so that he could get some of that sweet chocolate frosting.

"Russia, don't eat the frosting." England said without even lifting his gaze off of the cake.

A loud "Awwww!" was heard from Russia, but Russia listened to England and he moved his hand away from the frosting. England just smirked slightly as he continued to cover the cake in frosting. After the cake was frosted, England started to cut the tops of the strawberries before he gave them to Russia to put on the cake. After they had used up all of the strawberries the two nations finally looked at their finished work. The cake looked good, but it was unknown if the cake actually tasted good.

"Can we eat it now?" Russia asked as he stared at the cake.

"I don't see why not, let me just get some plates out first." England answered before he made his way over to the cabinets so he could get out two plates.

Once England had gotten out the plates (and the forks), he cut out two pieces of cake and placed one on each plate. He then gave Russia his plate and fork before he grabbed his own plate and fork. The two nations than made their way over to the dining room before they both sat down and placed their plates on the dining room table. The two nations looked at each other before they looked down at their own pieces of cake. The two nations than grabbed their forks before they dug them into the cake and started to eat.

England was very surprised at the taste of the cake, but that's not to say that it was a bad thing. The cake was absolutely delicious and tasted better than all of the Thunder Cakes that England had ever made in the past. England looked over at Russia to see if he was enjoying his cake only to see a look of absolute bliss on his face.

"This is really good!" Russia cheerfully exclaimed before he took another big bite of cake.

"Yes, it is a very good cake" England replied before he took another small bite of his own cake. The two nations ate in silence for awhile before England put his fork down and looked over at Russia.

"Hey Russia…" England said as he watched the small boy eat.

Russia stopped eating and looked over at England before saying "Yes England?"

England just smiled slightly before he said "You're helping me cook from now on."

Russia blinked a couple of times in surprise before he finally stated to laugh. England started to laugh with him and it was not long before the dining room was filled with the laughter of the two nations…


Ok, so that's chapter 4. When I was a kid I once read a book called Thunder Cake. I had only read the book once, but I had really liked it when I was a child. Inside of the book was a recipe for Thunder Cake, and I thought that Thunder Cake would be something good for Russia and England to make together. Also, when I was a kid I used to love to help my dad out in the kitchen so I thought little Russia would like to help England out in the kitchen as well. Also on another note, I think England really does like cooking even if he is not very good at it. Anyway, I will try and get the next chapter out as soon as possible so please review and don't flame.