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Alfred, or America, groaned and looked over at the clock on the wall across from him.
He and his fellow nations have been sitting in the world meeting since 8:00 this morning and now it's 12:30, after lunch time for him. Alfred was starving and he wasn't going to wait any longer.
"England!" He whined.
England, or Arthur, stopped talking and look over at Alfred with an annoyed look on his face.
"Yes America?" he asked through his teeth.
"England, can we PLEASE break for lunch?" Alfred asked. "I'm starving."
"America, I'm sure you can...," Arthur started before he saw Italy's hand in the air. "Yes Italy?"
"I don't mean to interrupt ," said Italy, putting his hand back down shyly, "but I'm very hungry myself."
Then, everyone started to admit that they were hungry, even Germany. England sighed.
"I suppose we can break for lunch now," said Arthur, closing his briefcase, "but be back here in an half an hour. Ok?"
The others rushed out, not really listening.
At the park
Alfred was sitting with Arthur, his brother Canada (Matthew), France (Francis), Germany (Ludwig), and Italy (Feliciano). He was eating his favorite meal, a hamburger with fries and a soda while Matthew was eating pancakes drenched with pure maple syrup, Arthur and Francis were eating salads, Ludwig was eating liver wurst, and, as usual, Feliciano was eating pasta.
Alfred was scarfing his food down like he hadn't eaten for 4 days. The others didn't notice or just didn't care but Arthur did.
"Alfred, slow down," Arthur scolded, "you'll end up being ill if you continue to eat like that."
Alfred rolled his eyes and swallowed his food.
"I'll be fine, Iggy," said Alfred, waving him off. "I've eaten like this before."
Arthur huffed at the nickname but didn't say anything else and decided to strike a conversation with Ludwig. Alfred continued to eat until he was finished.
Then, he let out a loud, long, and kinda gross burp.
The reactions? Well, Italy jumped, Arthur whipped his head around to Alfred, Francis turned to him in shock, Matthew looked up from his food with wide eyes, and Ludwig turned to him with his usual expression on his face. Alfred just looked at them with confusion written on his face.
"What?" he asked.
Matthew was the first to come out of shock.
"That was awesome, man," said Matthew, lifting his hand up for a high five that Alfred, gladly, returned.
Italy laughed at it, Ludwig rolled his eyes and went back to eating, Francis just shrugged his shoulders, but Arthur was a little annoyed.
"Alfred, that was nasty," Arthur nagged. "You need to learn some manners."
Then, he launched into a lecture about manners and how he had raised him better than that. Alfred, however, just rolled his eyes and ignored him. That made Arthur even more angry.
"Don't roll your eyes at me mister," Arthur warned.
Alfred sighed and shook his head.
"Whatever," he muttered.
Fortunately, Arthur didn't hear him and continued to nag him until he couldn't listen to him anymore.
"Well, you know what?" Alfred snapped. "Screw you Arthur. It's just a burp. Get over it."
Arthur's eyes lit up in anger.
"Oh crap," Alfred said in fear.
Then, Alfred took off running, Arthur following close behind. Arthur chased Alfred around the park, the others just watching.
"Germany, should we help America?" Feliciano asked ten minutes in.
"Nein," Ludwig responded. "Just sit back and watch."
This continued until lunch was over. Both nations were tired from the run. Alfred, Arthur, and the others went inside the building to go on with the meeting, Alfred going in slower than the rest.
America's lesson for today. Never burp in front of England.
