so just before this chapter starts, I want to say that I don't know how old America and England are and that I don't know when burgers came around. But what I do know is that I can't imagine America without one. Have a nice day~

~ a little later (just imagine burnt food and unicorns during the skip)

"England? Are you sure this is what they call delicious?"

And in that one moment tick marks could be seen on the gentle man.

"oi, what the bloody hall are you talking about? Of course –"

"Well as long as you made them, I will eat them! " America beamed, producing a wide smile to show his happiness and innocence to the man.

And although he will never tell another soul, this was another thing which drawn him in to America. The child held so many memories to the man, even though he was definition of impure and the darkest colour (stained by his past). He always saw America as pure, white and one which held hope for the future. So was it wrong of him for wanting to keep that to himself? That he wanted to hold hi-

"You're doing it again." The infant poured, looking off to the side, leaning his head on his hand.

"On? And what would that be?" Although Arthur could probably guess, he still found it to be amusing to infuriate the nation. May he be 6 or 600.

"Staring off into space again and ignoring me! Geez... wait, if I'm correct that man said people only do that when... but we're not humans, so does that still apply?" America rambled on, Arthur looking at him in amusement and curiosity, before the child slammed his hands into the table, lifting himself up and looking Arthur dead in the eyes. This continued for a couple of minutes before the boy for out of his seat and yanked the man down by his collar. Creating a Collison between their heads and before he could protest the young nation sighed and leant back.

"You don't seem too warm."

"Were you worried?" A smile slowly crept up on the blonde mans face.

"of course I wasn't!" Yet in contrast to his words, a blush crawled across his skin, burning to the tips of his ears.

"Well, while you squabble on how worried you are for me, I'll go make us some tea, hmm?"

Rising up from the table, he grinned like a mad man, this was the America he wanted to remember.

"Wait England ! Don't step there I left my burger-!"

Or maybe this wasn't the one he wanted, as he slipped backwards and hit his head off the sofa of the table. Really, why the hell was there a burger?!