Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I don't own Hetalia. Oh well. Stinks for me.
This may or may not make sense, it was written mostly over text as a random thing. Flames are all given to Russia. You don't want to know what he does with them. *shudder*.
Anyway, ENJOY!
Germany stood at the door of America's house with a pencil and a notepad.
Knock, knock, knock. America came to the door in his hero pajamas.
"Excuse me Alfred, but I'm taking a poll."
"Sweet dude! What's it about?"
"I want to see what everyone eats with their coffee." America's eyes closed and he giggled in pleasure as he recalled his favorite breakfast snack. The younger country suddenly grabbed Germany's shoulders and looked into his face.
"Doughnuts!" America whispered, "They're sweet, and sticky and amazing and delicious!" he released Germany's shoulders and stepped back into his doorway. "Well, I think I'm going back to bed. Bye now!" When America's door closed, Germany stood in shock for a moment, then jotted down the answer. Off to the next house!
Next Germany went to England's house. He politely knocked on the door, and heard strange sounds from inside.
"Oh Francis stop it!" *Crash*
"Hunhunhun, come here Artie!" *silence*
"Wait, oh crap. I think there's someone at the door" a minute later England showed up at the door with flushed cheeks and tussled hair.
"What do you want, Ludwig?" He growled.
"I-I just want to take a poll; what's your favorite thing to eat with coffee?"
"Crumpets." Germany flinched as the door was slammed in his face. A yell of "Cruoussants!" echoed from inside the house. Okaaayyy. So that's a "Crumpets" from England, and a "Cruoussants" from France. Forward to the next stop on the coffee train!
Germany stood facing Austria at his home.
"Oh, a poll? I see you're wearing new underwear,"
"What? That's- How-How do you know that?"
"I know everything."
Creepy...Germany thought. But he asked anyway.
"Roderich, what do you eat with your coffee?"
"Cake. Cake is the only acceptable thing to eat with coffee. And not just any cake. It must be Coffee Cake. And not just any coffee cake. It must have perfect sugar icing, with the perfect sugar to milk ratio. And-" Germany left Austria rambling on about the perfect coffee cake.
Germany continued to ask door-to-door for the rest of the day.
" Well Feliciano, here are the results. Very strange indeed. Yao says rice, Kiku says- also rice. Gilbirt's exact words were: "I don't drink coffee. I'm too awesome". Elizabetha says: stir-fried spam, Matthew said pancakes, the Baltics said they didn't want to tell me while Ivan was in the house, and Belarus said "RUSSIA!" does that mean she likes to eat Ivan for breakfast or what? Strangely enough, I didn't get Ivan's while I was at the USSR, everyone said he was in a dark mood, and I didn't want to risk my life."
"You didn't get mine!" shouted Italy.
"Oh yes. What do you like to eat with your coffee Feliciano?"
"Tomatoes!" naturally. Germany thought.
It took a while, but Germany finally got up the nerve to call Russia, and ask his opinion.
"Hello there, Ivan. I'm calling for a poll. What do you like to eat with your coffee?" There was silence on the other end of the line. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me.
"Oh! I know!" Said the Russian. "mmmm... Plumbing pipe!"
Well whad'ya know. So that's why he carries it around everywhere...