The Best Food in the World
Summary: This is created on a question I came up while watching YouTube.
So enjoy the randomness without romance.
You must be thinking, OH MY GOD, CRYSTAL'S WRITING SOMETHING THAT'S NOT ROMANCE!
...Go figure.
I don't own Hetalia.
The chaos began at the world meeting.
So, England was talking about the quality of food...well, everywhere.
"Hah! England, your food sucks!" laughed America. "You have no right to talk about that!"
"No, it doesn't!" shouted England. "And who said anything about rights?"
As they continued their conversation, North Italy turned to Germany.
"Pasta's the best, ve, Doitsu?" asked North Italy.
Germany had no idea what to say to that.
"Oi, potato bastard! My fratello just asked you a question!" shouted South Italy.
Germany sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
He loved his wurst...but to disagree to North Italy, who would most probably break down in tears if he said no?
"Dude! Obviously American food is the best!" shouted America angrily.
Saved by America.
"It is not!" shouted a voice from the open door.
"Preußen?" shouted Germany.
"They let me in, because they can't resist my awesomeness! Hi, West! So, as I was saying, obviously pancakes are the best!"
"Pancakes?" asked America.
The place was silent.
"Thank you."
America jumped up, noticing the boy sitting in the chair next to him.
"Canada!" Prussia said.
Everyone was silent yet again.
"OBVIOUSLY MY FOOD IS BETTER, BASTARDS! ITALIANS' FOOD IS THE BEST!" shouted South Italy.
"ISN'T!" shouted Prussia.
"IS!" shouted South Italy.
"ISN'T!"
"IS!"
"ISN'T!"
"IS!"
"ISN'T!"
"IS!"
"NO WAY, DUDES! AMERICA HAS THE BEST!" shouted America angrily.
"Honhonhonhon~obviously French is the best, non, L'Angleterre?" asked France, his hand on England's shoulder.
"H-HANDS OFF ME, BLOODY FROG!" shouted England.
"DUDE! NOT COOL! HANDS OFF IGGY!" shouted America.
And as usual, the three got into a brawl.
Russia was sitting and watching it all with an amused look in his eyes.
"CHINESE IS THE BEST, ARU!" shouted China.
Greece sat sleeping, yet again...
"No way! Liet, like, Polish food is the best, right?" asked Poland.
Lithuania looked torn between agreeing and facing Russia's pipe, or disagreeing and possibly losing the only friend he had.
...
Russia's pipe was better!
"Um, of course, Poland." said Lithuania.
Poland jumped up.
"Yay, like, thanks, Liet!" he said.
"N-no problem..." Lithuania said.
He could feel the pipe on his back already.
Germany was glancing at everything in this rook, trying to find something to express his hate on.
And he saw Austria, playing the piano.
Germany sighed.
So far, the only sane person either than him here.
"AUSTRIAN FOOD IS THE BEST!" shouted Austria.
Famous last words.
Both the Italies were having a (one sided) fight over which side of Italy had better food, South or North.
And Japan was sitting down, in the corner of the room, sipping his ocha nonchalantly and smiling to himself.
Even if the others didn't know it, Japanese food was the best.
He decided to make not so much fuss and keep quiet as he finished the ocha.
Because everyone knows Japanese food is the best, right?
RIGHT?
LOL, this is actually some sort of tribute to Japanese food, cause I love it!
((I have nothing against pasta. It's awesome, and I eat it almost every day.))
Off to another story,
Crystal Lee