DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters. Only Mikeru/Miku-chan(o).

Reviews, pwease! My Norge-Japanese Wisconsinite friend Eonic lives on them!
BTW, I put waaay to much emphasis on nationality/heritage in my daily life.
I've always been a little confused as the manga/anime iconography, but discovered the 'sweat-drops/sweat-dropping' portrays a large spectrum of emotions, such as embarrassment, annoyance-...well, you guys know that, I suppose. Whatevs. Wikipedia has a good article on it.

"Okay..." Mikeru said after everyone had shut up. "I suggest we go to McDonald's, because Alfred has an unlimited gift card there and it won't cost me any money."
"YEAH!" Alfred shouted, throwing his fist in the air. "LET'S GO! Where's the car?"
"Car?" Mikeru asked.
"Yeah, you know. That awesome thing that you drive places."
"I don't have a car."
"Alfred..." Matthew said, "He's 14...he doesn't have a car."
"Don't your parents have a car?" Alfred asked.
Mikeru shook his head. "Nope. They sold it when they left for Hong Kong."
"So let's take the bus." Chun suggested.
"This town is so little - the closest thing we have to a bus service is the ambulance."
"Then we walk." Vash said as-a-matter-of-factly, crossing his arms. "We should walk even if there is a bus."
"What, why? Feliciano asked.
"Because." Vash said, looking at Feliciano as if the Italian were a (more) complete moron. "We'd save almost TWO DOLLARS. TWO. DOLLARS."
Everyone sweat-dropped a bit at Vash's frugality.
"So...we walk!" Mikeru announced heading towards the front door.
Francis, Feliciano, and Alfred all spontaneously groaned in protest.

[ON THE WAY THERE]

"So, this is your hometown, Mikeru?" Matthew asked, walking beside Mikeru, the others trailing along behind.
"Who are you?" the small white bear in Matthew's arms asked, looking up at it's owner.
"Who are you?" Mikeru asked, looking over at the bear.
The two stopped walking and Mikeru had a staring contest with the bear for a moment, before it exclaimed excitedly, "I'm Kumajirou!"
Several passerbys stopped and stared for a moment, muttering amongst themselves things like, "That bear can talk...?"; "That's amazing!"; "That's freaky!"; "Has anyone seen my lint roller?".
"MOVE ALONG!" Mikeru shouted, brandishing a switchblade in one hand and a lighter in another.
People began to disperse as the group began walking again.
"What were you saying, Matthew?" Mikeru asked, looking up at the blonde.
"I was saying...eh..." he looked away for a moment. "I'm sorry. I'm not used to people noticing me when I talk."
Mikeru merely shrugged.
"What's this town called again?"
"Mabase." Mikeru stated, and began to walk backwards, hands in his pockets. "This side of town is mainly houses. The north end is mainly stores and restaurants, and there are a few factories on the west side."
"I see, and-"

"WE'RE HERE!" Alfred practically screamed pushing past everybody and pointing enthusiastically to the yellow arches before them.
"Oi!" Mikeru snapped, "Behave yourselves, children!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Alfred mumbled, waving Mikeru off, much to the latter's dismay.
They entered the air conditioned fast-food joint, which reeked of grease and beef. Alfred ran up to the counter and immediately began spouting off his order.
"I'll have twelve number twos, eight numbers sixes, twenty number twelves, three-"
"Sir!" the cashier said, looking confused, annoyed, and worried all at once. "Slow down...I can we even..."
She turned to one of the employees in back. "Hey, Roy, HOW MANY BURGERS WE GOT BACK THERE?"
"A'HUNDRED AND TWENTY!" he shouted back.
"Just enough..." she said, carefully punching Alfred's order into the cash register.
"I'll have a number three to go!" Feliciano piped up.
She stopped punching in the order and looked at the group with exasperation. "This isn't a group order...?"
"Group? Hell no." Alfred answered with a smile.
She sighed. "That'll be 630 dollars and 42 cents."
Alfred handed her his card and awaited his order.

Twenty seconds later:
"What the hell?" someone in back shouted as the smell of smoke filled the air.
The fire alarm began blaring as the sprinkler kicked in.
"It's not going out!"
"It's a grease fire, idiot!"
"It's all the idiot who order 600 dollars of burger's fault! The oven's can't handle it!"

Mikeru grabbed both Matthew and Feliciano by the wrist and tugged them out of the restaurant as Vash, Anya, and Chun restrained Alfred and carried him out by force, Francis laughing behind them. Several seconds later, the roof of the McDonald's collapsed, and sirens were heard in the distance.
"What the heck is going on here?" a police officer demanded, skidding to a stop.
Mikeru looked at him blankly for a moment before simply taking his hands from his pockets and screaming, "BOOK IT!" at the top of his lungs. Him and the gaggle of nations took off running at full speed, a ticked off policeman shouting at them to stop.