Hey guys! Sorry about my Ron/Hermione story sucking. I only wrote it in like 30 minutes or so. This one should be better! I recently got into Hetalia (hence the fanfic), so I decided to write this story. This will be a chapter story when I get around to writing more. My brother helped me with some of the stuff. OK enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia. I wish I did though.

"Come on Britain! Just one bite!" America pleaded shoving the disgustingly greasy hamburger in my face. The McDonald's wrapper around the burger was soaked and dripping. It made me want to vomit.

"No thank you. I'm fine just eating my salad," I said shaking my head. America had decided to get some fast food since, according to him, my food was as bland as the walls at his grandmother's house (quoted exactly).

"Please Arthur." His big baby blues grew even bigger than there normal size. I had to look away, for I was no match for his puppy dog eyes.

"No Alfred. If you don't stop, I'll use my black magic to summon Russia to hit you over the head with his pipe." He paled slightly.

"B-b-b-but Ivan wouldn't do that. Would he? Pwease?" There were those bloody puppy eyes again.

"Fine. I'll try the bloody burger," I sighed. He jumped up in glee clapping his hands as if Christmas had come early and Finland had given him a cheeseburger the size of three pizza boxes stacked on top of each other and a potato for each individual fry. I eyed the heart attack they call food and took a bite.

"Oh my," I breathed.

"Was it good?" Alfred asked.

"Good? It was amazing. Best thing I ever ate!"

"R-really?"

"Yes! Even better than the scones my mum used to make!"

"I told you so." He smirked and went to take a huge bite from the McDonald's masterpiece. I envied him. I eyed my salad in disgust. It was no longer appetizing to me.

"Give me some money, Alfred," I ordered.

"What? Why?"

"I need it!"

"Fine." He handed me a couple of bucks, and I ran to my black Mini Cooper and jumped in. I drove as fast as I could to the nearest McDonald's. I turned and went into the drive thru. There were only two other cars. The one in front was driving a silver Avtovaz with a sunflower hanging out of the open window. I could hear the song Born This Way by Lady Gaga playing.

"I would like a burger and fries," he yelled in his thick Russian accent. Then to the people in his car, "Do you want anything?" I heard a slap and a scream.

"If you do not stop fighting, I won't marry either of you, and I will sell you both on eBay for vodka money!"

"I want a salad (sob)," one said. The other said, "But big brothor!"

"I said to stop fighting and order Belarus!"

"Fine! I'll have a "Happy Meal". It will make me happy." After two more minutes of quarreling they finally got their food and left.

"I knew we should have gone to Taco Bell."

"Shut up, Double Dumb," the other girl ordered as they drove away. The next car, a beautiful red Mitsubishi Evolution, pulled up. The song being blasted from its speakers was Barbie Girl by Aqua. Even if the music wasn't playing and you strained your ears, you couldn't hear this guy talking.

"Japan, you need speak louder. They no hear you," the passenger said in his Chinese accent. So Japan and China were here. How many people went to this McDonald's? I shook my head and turned up my radio. The song currently playing was Party In the USA by Miley Cyrus. It reminded me of America and I remembered that I was in a hurry. I quickly turned out of the drive thru line and into an open parking spot.

I ran inside. There was no line and I literally skipped to the counter. I was finally going to get my hamburger. Behind the counter was an Italian with mahogany hair (it had one hair curling out on the left side of his head) and light brown eyes. His smile was so big it took up most of his face. His name tag said Feliciano.

"Heeeeeey. Do you want some PASTA?" he asked in a laid back way. It made him sound a little high.

"No. I want a hamburger. You do know what that is don't you?" I sounded a little rude, but I needed a burger.

"We don't have anymore. But we do have some fries." He held up a red cardboard thing with "fries" spilling out of the top.

"Get those chips away from me!" I yelled batting his hand away. He looked at me then at the fries.

"What chips?"

"Never mind. Just get the manager." I started rubbing my aching head. He ran and got the manager, a guy with long blonde hair and green eyes.

"Like what is it?" he questioned sounding just like a 15-year-old girl.

"I need a burger, and he," I pointed at Feliciano, "won't give me one."

"Like what? Feliciano, I don't pay you to like anger people. That is like totally uncool." This guy (girl?) was getting on my nerves.

"I'm sorry Feliks. It won't happen again. But we really don't have anymore." The Italian was getting on my nerves too.

"Really? That like sucks."

"Wait. You don't have anymore?" I asked.

"No like sorry." Then I snapped.

"Give me a burger or I will rip the curl out of your employee's head and shove it down your throat so you can't talk anymore." They both gasped. The Italian started to cry.

"Like you have to leave. That was like totally uncool and rude." I blinked my emerald eyes at him. Then I turned around and left. I stopped by a Wendy's on my way home and grabbed a burger and a vanilla Frosty. I ate the burger on the way home, but it wasn't the same. I pulled into my driveway and cut off the engine. I got out of the car and ran inside, America's ice cream in hand.

"Yo dude you're back. Where'd you go man?" he questioned. I handed him his ice cream.

"Nowhere."

"Thanks for the ice cream dude. Hey, you should try this taco I got from Taco Bell."

"No thanks. It sounds gross."

"That's what you said about the burger." I just shook my head and went up to my room.

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