Germany Orders A Sandwich

by UltraSpeed

I was bored. This is what happened.

1. Germany Orders A Sandwich

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I don't own Hetalia.
Don't take this fanfiction seriously.
Just don't.
I quickly wrote it because I was bored.
This fanfiction is First Generation UltraSpeed.
I really hope you enjoy and review!

It was an ordinary day at the market, and everybody was peaceful.
Except one person.

"WHY DOES IT TAKE SO LONG!" Germany shouted.
Germany was in a queue of a fast food restaurant.
Germany wanted to buy his favorite sandwich: with sausage and mashed potatoes.
But there were three people in front of him.
Three people!
"COME ON ALREADY!" Germany shouted.
Germany was the fourth person in the queue.

America was the first person in the queue.
"What do you want to eat, America?" The man from the fast food restaurant asked.
"I want a ham sandwich." America said.
"Is that all?" The man from the fast food restaurant asked.
"That's all." America said.
Germany groaned relieved.
"Oh wait, I also want some fries with it." America said.
"Is that all?" The man from the fast food restaurant asked.
"That's all. Oh, and a milkshake." America said.
Germany groaned angrily.
"Oh, and a banana." America said.
"COME ON ALREADY!" Germany shouted.

The second person in the queue was England.
"What do you want to eat?" The man from the fast food restaurant asked.
"I only want to drink a cup of tea." England said.
Germany was relieved, because he thought that England's order was short.
"What kind of tea do you want?" The man from the fast food restaurant asked.
"What kinds of tea do you have?" England asked.
The man from the fast food restaurant gave England an entire list, with 100 different kinds of tea.
And Germany got angry again.
"COME ON ALREADY! HOW LONG IS IT GONNA TAKE FOR YOU TO GET ONE CUP OF TEA?" Germany shouted.

The third person in the queue was Italy.
"What do you want to eat?" The man from the fast food restaurant asked.
"PASTA!" Italy said.
"Is that all?" The man from the fast food restaurant asked.
"And pizza!" Italy said.
"What kind of pizza?" The man from the fast food restaurant asked.
"I want with pizza with tomatoes, olives, cheese.." Italy said.
German groaned relieved.
"His order is not gonna be long." Germany said.
"…Fish, meat, baked beans.." Italy continued.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Germany shouted.

After a while, it was finally Germany's turn.
"One wurst sandwich with mashed potatoes, please." Germany said.
"We don't have that anymore." The man from the fast food restaurant said.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"