I dont even know what this is. It just is.

Hetalia: Do not own

Arthur was very angry, and much undignified, but he tried to stand tall, to take his fate bravely. He sat sullenly, steam curling itself off of him, as the tray was carried over to the counter. He looked around him, and saw that he was alone. Perhaps, he thought, I will be given to some dignified gentleman, even in this heinous place- plop. A hamburger was placed next to him, the smell of fat and grease wafting into his cup so that his own, delicate scent of leaves and tea was chocked and ruined.

He glared at the offending hamburger, telling it with his eyes that he did not appreciate the interruption. He knew he was going to be eaten (well actually, drunk), and he wanted to go with pride, alone.

All of a sudden, the tray moved, and he slid sideways, trying to stop himself from tipping as the tray was carried to another table, and then set down. The large blurry human hand suddenly left his view, and again, the only thing he could see was the smiling hamburger.

"Hey!" the meaty oaf called to him, "What's up?"

Arthur sniffed delicately, and almost considered ignoring the boy, but that was just rude. And if he was anything, he was polite. "Well, the smell of your grease is nauseating, and we are going to be eaten soon."

The hamburger shrugged. "Whatever, that's what we're made for. What's your name?"

Arthur paused. The stupid burger had ignored his jibe at his aroma. Well that was unpleasant. "My name is Arthur." He didn't ask for the burgers name, hoping he would get the hint. He didn't.

"I'm Alfred!", the hamburger smiled at him easily. "I like you." He decided instantly, "let's be friends."

Arthur just puffed another wisp of steam. "No."

The hamburger pouted, looking sadder than a lost puppy. "Please? I won't stop asking till you say yes! Pleasepleasepleaseplea-"

"Oh Fine!" Arthur yelled. "We can be friends. Just cease your incessant blabbering!"

Alfred giggled. "Yay, we're friends-ahhh!" he yelled as the human hand descended, and picked him up, peeling off his wrapper like skin.

"Help me, Arthur!" he called, crying tears of mustard at the pain of this torture.

Arthur just stared up at his new friend in pain. He couldn't do anything as Alfred was being devoured, it was beyond his capabilities. He just gulped, and remembered that his turn was next.

'I'll see you in a minute," he thought fearfully.