Just a very short story about Russia's adventures in the McDonald's.
Have fun reading it, I hope you'll like it.
I love reviewers, anyways. ^^
He pushed up his glasses for the hundredth time that day, looking a bit doubtfully at the taller man next to him. The other one smiled like always; with that cute yet scary smile.
"Are you sure about this?" America asked furrowing his eyebrows.
"Da" Answered Russia with a nod.
They were standing in a queue but what was more surprising, in a McDonald's. The American still couldn't believe he actually managed to drag this man to the best fast food restaurant of the world. Maybe he was planning something. Perhaps Ivan was looking for the thing he could poison and make the other one eat.
No... Alfred shook his head and started drumming with his fingers in his pocket as they waited for the annoyingly slow guy in front of them to let them to the counter.
First in his life, the American didn't bother to order first; he rather watched Ivan as he leaned a bit forward towards the waiter and with the most angelic smile, he said "A vodka, please"
Not like the please at the end of the sentence wasn't surprising enough from the big, sadist, communist Russian, but could he really be this stupid?
The waitress nervously looked at Alfred with an obvious request in her eyes.
Being The Hero, Alfred placed his hand on Russia's shoulder.
"Dude... it's a McDonald's... they don't sell vodka."
The look in Ivan eyes reminded America a little kid's who didn't get his candy. It changed fast, though, when the Russian man turned back to the waiter and with an even more angelic smile than before, he ordered again.
"Uhm…Then a McVodka, da?"