A/N: I haven't written silly Hetalia gen in a long freaking time, now that I think about it...
America prided himself on all the things he could accomplish. First and foremost, he was a hero, and the best hero the entire damn world has seen. Nobody could argue with that. Well, except England could. England argued about everything, so it wasn't like that was a surprise or anything. That England was such a grump. Besides, no matter what England or any other similar equally grumpy nations said, his unforgettably dynamic presence could never be forgotten. As long as he was still the United States of America, he would remain heroic and charismatic and just plain freaking awesome.
Not to brag or anything, but he was also the reining champ of burger making. As much as he loved eating them afterward, there was this great satisfaction with creating something out of a ton of little things. He couldn't remember where he heard this but someone (television, maybe? The TV said a lot of insightful things, after all!) said that "even the dust can make a mountain."
And America liked that quote. It resonated with him pretty deeply, because it meant that the tiniest things could have the potential to make something big. That's what he liked about making burgers: the fact that he could create a huge, fantastic something from a little, mini something.
His favorite talent was his ability to belch the Star-Spangled Banner. Plain ol' singing it was boring, even after so many people sang it all the time. Don't get him wrong, he loved this song with the heat of ten million suns. Even though there probably weren't that many suns to shine bright and make that much heat, his point still stood. The Star-Spangled Banner was a beautiful song made even more gorgeous when belched.
Once, he tried to show off his odd talent to someone. England would call him a useless wanker, so America did what he did best and avoided him until England called him drunk and crying. That was about as fun as watching a movie with Russia, that insufferable movie-talker who'd ruin everything with his horrible voice. France would probably humor him for a minute then become so ashamed of America's talent that he'd just half-ass politeness and shoo him out of his house, barely hiding laughter that told America how stupid he was for trying to show off his belching talents.
America, a nation of many talents, momentarily forgot that some people don't appreciate some of his stranger quirks. That wasn't cool. Not at all. Who could he go to who'd appreciate all of his spectacularly amazing talents? Nobody, probably. He would have been okay with that, if America wasn't so proud of being able to belch the Star-Spangled Banner.
He'd find someone after he ate something, because thinking of people who didn't like his talents made him upset and hungry at the same time. That was yet another terrible combination he didn't like combining for very long.