A/N: I don't own Hetalia.
Normally I'm a US/UK fan, but sometimes it's nice to see England in a more paternal role (generally not in the same fic as US/UK). This is such a story.
Also, this is my first Hetalia fanfic, so tell me what you think. Enjoy!
When England walked into America's living room, he was surprised to see Alfred sprawled out in the middle of the floor. The position itself wasn't overly surprising; Alfred always had just flopped down wherever he felt like it. What was surprising was that the Western nation had a notebook in front of him and was scribbling furiously. A look of deep concentration was plastered onto his face.
For a full five minutes or so, Arthur stood there and watched the oblivious American. Then he made his presence known by clearing his throat.
Finally, Alfred looked up from his work. A smile spread across his face. "Hey, Iggy! Guess what I'm doing!"
"Don't call me that. And whatever it is, I'm guessing that it's not paperwork."
Alfred made a face. "Paperwork's boring. This is much more fun. I'm writing my memoirs!"
"Your... memoirs?"
"Yeah! I saw something on TV about this guy who went through all this crazy stuff and then wrote an account of it, and everybody wanted to read about it. I thought to myself, 'Surely people would want to hear about the Hero!' I decided to write about my life story, even if I can't publish it. Do ya want to read the part I'm working on now?"
He looked so hopeful that Arthur couldn't say no. "Oh, all right."
In a second, the notebook had been shoved into his hands. Looking down at the page, the Brit read:
"Something really great happened in 1955! That year, on April 15, the best restaurant ever opened it's doors for the first time! That's right! McDonald's was open for business, dudes! Now we could get our burgers and fries fast!"
At this point, he stopped reading and looked up at the younger nation. "McDonald's?"
America grinned. "I'm writing about the important stuff!"
It was times like these that made England wonder where he had gone wrong in raising the boy.