So, like I'm horrible at writing short stories so I'm doing this thirty minute challenge thing every day until my writing mood withers away as Im trying to get better at short fiction. The challenge is to start writing 35-40 minutes before I head out to work that way I'm forced to end the story because I have to head out anyway. There is no major editing but you know, spell check and that... and I still after reading it twice i found mistakes.. but yeah.. Also, I'm writing pretty much from scratch, like, I just start writing whatever comes to mind without prior planning or plotting. So yeah, these first drabbles might totally suck, but bear with me ok. And please review, any and all comments on how much it sucks or how I can improve my short story writing skills are welcome...

Oh and before I forget to mention, this is gonna be all Hetalia fanfiction, why? I dunno.. cuz I feel like it I guess..

So yeah, nuff rambling...

Enjoy!...or not e_eU

Oh and like Hetalia doesn't belong to me and stuff, it is lawfully copyrighted to Himaruya I only own the "story" and the stupidity behind it...

Thankees for reading!

Thirty minute challenge: Drive-thru

It was a hot and humid day, and to be honest even though he loved working at the restaurant, he wasn't feeling as energetic that day. The day had been kinda slow and boring, not to mention he had to work with one of the worse managers for seven hours straight.

He saw a small, silver vehicle approach on the drive-thru and he readied himself for the beeping of his headset. As soon as the sound came he pressed the button on the device. The usual message was heard on the voice of the store manager announcing the new product the store was featuring and then it was time for him to speak.

"Hi, what can I make for you today?" He tried to hide his frustration behind his usual cheerful greeting but it just sounded… awkward.

"Hmmm…" Came the voice on the headset "What should I get…do you have anything that doesn't include loads of sodium, fat, and cholesterol?"

Oh, not this again. The blond American sighed, he hated this type of costumers. I mean, come on, if you wanted something without all those three things from a fast food place, you should go eat grass or something, right?

By the accent of the voice, he deduced the annoying man sitting on the car by the speaker must either be a tourist from England, or just a big douche bag. He thought about replying with some witty remark, but he refrained himself since he didn't wanna get in trouble seeing as how his "favorite" manager could hear everything that was said through the headset.

"Well Sr. we do have a choice of really good salads, it's on the menu, and they all come with the choice of grilled or crispy chicken and low-fat dressings."

"Hmm… I see… well then, what salad would you recommend? This is the first time I have found myself having to resort to eating and ordering food from such a place as this one"

By the sound of that the blue-eyed man figured the guy must be some sort of rich, fat dude that was used to eating at places only the wealthy could afford. Damn rich bastards thinking they're all high and mighty! Alfred spat in a way only he could hear it.

"Well, the new Asian salad is really good, would you like to try it?"

"It's not really Asian is it? It must be just an Americanized version of a true Asian salad as usual. What other salads do you have?"

Alfred was staring to get pissed off, not only was the man being utterly annoying but now he was taking time and there were a few more cars waiting behind him surely getting impatient and annoyed as he was.

"Well, we also have the Bacon&Ranch salad, but I wouldn't recommend that seeing as you don't want anything high on fat and sodium, there's the Caesar salad, but that one isn't the healthiest either, then we have the South West, but I'm afraid it might not be up to your standards.. And that's everything we have for salads. Can I help you with something else?" He remarked dropping the friendly tone completely. He did not have time for that kind of nonsense.

"I see, well then, just let me have an ice cream cone. That's all, thank you"

Cheap bastard wasting my time just for that! Growled Alfred before pushing the button on the headset to give the man his total.

The car pulled over as it got to the window, and when the tinted window came down Alfred was ready to give the person on the other side his worst face. His jaw almost dropped when he saw who it was driving the car.

"Arthur! What the hell!"

"Hahaha surprised wanker?" The expression on Alfred's face was just priceless, the British man couldn't help but laughing at him.

"Man, seriously, what was that about back there! I was about ready to shove the ice cream cone in your face, I swear. Give me one second mam, I'll take your order right away" He finished as the voice of the woman in the car behind Arthur's came thru the headset.

"Anyway, I was close by, just thought I pay you a little visit." Said Arthur smiling as Alfred's expression softened at the little detail. "Well, I'll let you do your job properly, wouldn't want to get you in trouble… or maybe" The green-eyed man smirked, his huge eyebrows raised in a mocking way.

"Darn you scone lover, I'll get you for this, just you wait!" Alfred scolded jokingly, a bright smile on his face, his frustration and stress left forgotten.

"Oh, I'll be waiting alright" Replied Arthur in a low, provocative voice. "But you know, my ice cream is gonna melt before I get to it. See you tonight America." He winked and left. Alfred was left a bit dumbfounded by the whole incident and it was a full five seconds before he realized Arthur had left without paying for the ice cream.

"Dammit eyebrows! I swear I'll make you pay for this tenfold… tonight" He smirked and closed the window proceeding to take the next order.

"Sorry for the wait, what can I make for you today?"