"Alfred, just bloody eat it." Asks the blonde brit, his tone stern but motherly. He pushes the plate closer to the American causing the man to back away in his chair.

"Uhh, sorry Arthur I don't want to die just yet." Alfred pushes the plate of food (or whatever it is) away and places a big juicy hamburger in its place. Gazing at it in excitement, he takes a big bite out of it before Arthur can protest.

Alfred never eats anything other than hamburgers. His best friend, Arthur, tries to convince him to eat other things but , unfortunately, his diet of charcoal is even worse. Arthur is the stereotype of a British man, horrible at cooking, hates the French, and just loves tea. Kiku, Alfred's other best friend, likes to call him a tsundere.

"America-san, I believe eating too much fast food is bad for your health. Perhaps you would like to try some Chinese treats my brother Yao gave me?" The Japanese man takes a seat across from the American and presents the plate of said treats before him. Void brown eyes stare at him with expectancy as Alfred tries to swallow his mouthful of hamburger.

Alfred gives up and tries to talk through his mouth full of hamburgers. Luckily, Arthur smacks him on the back of his head and scolds him before Kiku can say anything.

"Dude, hamburgers are the best! Stop trying to convince me that hamburgers are bad, they're good for you! Besides, I'm not fat or anything." What he says is true, in fact, he is actually fit and doesn't know his own strength. None the less, his friends are worried that he might have a heart-attack from eating too much of the fatty food.

Arthur's bushy eyebrows are furrowing with worry but he knows he could do nothing to stop Alfred from changing his diet any time soon. Kiku sighs at his friend's loyalty to hamburgers but does nothing about it.

They continue eating lunch until the familiar koling of their boss can be heard in the building. They shiver at the dark aura that is coming near there usual hang out. Kiku glances at the clock with urgency. Break time is over.

Alfred, Kiku, and Arthur were at the same high school. They became friends and still are the most 'interesting' trio anybody has ever seen, besides the Bad touch trio of course.

The Bad touch trio are the trio of guys that would always cause trouble around their old high school. They followed their dream and became a new popular band. Arthur hates them because his old child-hood bully Francis is part of the trio. He is Arthur's mortal enemy, or at least so he says.

Anyways, Kiku, Alfred, and Arthur ended up working in the same company by coincidence.

"Ah, excuse me but it seems that our break time is over." says Kiku nervously. He is speaking higher than usual, accent more apparent. The two blondes sigh and clear their lunches, both thinking the same thing that their break time is too short.

-Time skip

Stretching his arms up in the air, Alfred is clearly full of energy even after a long days work. Arthur is as tired as Kiku but they still manage to keep up with their chatty friend without too much trouble.

"Alfred, we still need to talk about your diet of hamburgers." States Alfred's british friend, lime-green eyes shining with determination.

"Oh, come on! You sound like my mother!" complains Alfred, rolling his cerulean blue eyes. "Look, I feel just fine so drop it okay?"

Arthur doesn't give up, "Alfred, I won't make you eat my cooking, I promise. Just give another restaurant beside McDonalds a chance!" Arthur skips in front of him and folds his arms together, blocking the path. It seems like Arthur here isn't going to give up any time soon unless Alfred takes a chance.

Throwing up his hands in defeat, he speaks with irritation, "Fine. One restaurant and I'm done. If I don't like it then you'll have to give up. Is that a deal or not?"

Arthur seems smug at finally making him crack. With confidence, he hands the address of the place over.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll love it."