At a regular get-together, not a summit for once, everyone just lounged around. Some doing so quietly, others like America were.... themselves.
England ate his scones, France had his wine, Canada had pancakes and of course maple syrup. Veneciano had pasta and Romano had pizza. Prussia had a potato, sharing beer with a Germany who had wurst. Russia had his vodka and China... had something with MSG in it.
And then America barged in, dragging the shy Japan.
"HEY EVERYONE! PUT DOWN EVERYTHING YOU'RE EATING, I HAD JAPAN BUY EVERYONE BURGERS!"
"No one here wants to eat any burgers, you bloody git!"
"EH, BUT MY FAST FOOD IS--"
Japan had squirmed free of his grip and kicked him over.
"OW! WHY DID YOU DO THAT, JAPAN?"
"Oh! Good job, Kiku! That'll definitely teach that twat a lesson!"
"Ah, excuse me for doing that... I was just thinking about what he said about his fast food... Losing a battle in war to him is enough. I AM A JAPANESE MAN! THE FAST FOOD OF MY NATION CANNOT LOSE TO AMERICA-SAN'S!"
"...I-I'm throwing in my maple too...!"
"K-Kiku.... Not you too, aru..."
"Chine... It's alright, mon ami...."
"I guess younger brothers just go through this kind of stage..."
"I believe you are still going through yours, mon Anglais~ With those "scones" and other concoctions in which you kill a newborn child in the making...."
"W-What, aru?!"
"Sh-Shut up, you git...!!"
"HAHA!! EVERYONE'S GETTING ENERGETIC NOW! MY PRESENCE REALLY LIVENS UP A PLACE!"
"Ugh.... Bruder, let's go... I wanna drink my beer in peace..."
"Right, let's go, West!"