England had finally come to visit America after almost 50 years, despite the obvious warning signs telling him not to; McDonalds, Coke, and milkshakes. The couple was sitting in Alfred's messy apartment while said apartment owner scarfed down burger after burger.
"Oh, Iggy, just look at it!" America whispered in awe. "Its perfectly-toasted bun... sesame seeds spaced perfectly… pickles covering every inch of the ketchup-covered cheese… two beautifully delicious hamburger patties sitting on a bed with lettuce… I think I'm in love!"
He slowly took a bite, and it was hard for England to tell if he was taking a bite or making out with the thing. But two seconds later when the entire thing was in his mouth, England had his answer.
"America, really… you can't be in love with food…" he protested. You're supposed to be in love with me, git… But the older blonde didn't get a response, for his annoying partner was sulking.
"Iggy…" he mumbled, "I'm sad… my burger is gone…"
Facepalm.
"Then get another one, you git!" England exclaimed.
"What?" America yelled, suddenly jumping up. "Nothing can ever replace what I care about more than anything! I can never forget it… its beauty… the way it always smelled so nice… it just can't be replaced! Have a heart, Iggy!"
Arthur was silent, until…
"…'Kay, I got a new burger," Alfred declared with a smile. "It's the most amazing thing ever… I never wanna let it go!"
Omnomnom.
"…And it's gone…" America mumbled as he began to sulk again.
"America, maybe you should find something that will never go away to care about more than anything and never let go of," England suggested.
"I already have that," the younger replied simply.
"What, a milkshake?"
"No."
"I can't think of anything else that would mean so much to you."
"I call him Iggy."
England blushed heavily. "W-What are you talking about, you git?"
"I named it after you!" America proclaimed before downing another burger.