A/N~ presenting... Chapter two! This one's a bit longer. By the way, is it annoying how I keep changing their names from America to Alfred and such? I really want to know. Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia. I do not own McDonald's. I do not own Ronald McDonald. I don't even own a car. But I do own this fanfic though.
Oh, at any time in this fic, one character or another will become OOC. Deal with it.
Please R and R! Otherwise America will leave and decide to go to somewhere else for lunch. And that's no fun at all.
"Why the hell are we at McDonald's?" Britain exclaimed.
"Because McDonald's is the awesomest restaurant in the world!" America jumped out of the car, proceeding to drag England with him.
"There is no way in hell I'm eating here. It's junk!"
America whined (he's a big whiner, isn't he?). "Drop dead, England, you asshole!"
Alfred grabbed Arthur's shirt collar and started dragging him across the parking lot, as England called America things so vile that they should never be repeated. Ever.
There were many reasons Arthur did not like McDonald's. One, the food was disgusting. Two, the food was really fattening. But there was also another reason he hated it.
He was afraid of Ronald McDonald.
But who (besides America) isn't?
I mean, he was a freaking clown. Clowns are scary. For all you know, you just invited a pedophile to perform at your child's birthday party. And his nose...don't even get me started about it. And he tempts millions of children everyday into getting blood clots and stuff in return for cheap toys and a red cardboard box. You also can't forget the commercials. One time, England was over at America's house, watching the football (A/N: the soccer version of football, that is.) when a commercial for McDonald's popped up. He swore that that clown was doing drugs or something.
Anyway, back to the main story!
Where were we? Ah, yes, England getting scrapes from being dragged across pavement. It hurt. A lot.
He was so not lovin' it.