Alfred Can Cook All By Himself
England's food was nasty, and that was putting it nicely. If it came to brutal honesty it was point blank repulsive but saying that would hurt England's feelings so America had never said so.
But one day little Alfred F. Jones had enough of it. What had happened was England decided to make America a "delicious" breakfast since he had been such a good country all that week, but what America was served was far from delicious, border lining on inedible. England had made scones of each and every flavor with a million other English foods. Not wanting to hurt his older brother's feelings America had decided to just force it down his throat which he had done and to this day he swears he saw a gate and light calling to him more and more with each bite.
That had been the last straw, so when England had left America at home for the day he decided that by the time England got back he'd never have to eat those vile things called scones ever again. Alfred knew it wouldn't be easy but he also knew it'd be easy.
So, the young country grabbed a cookbook and began his quest to successfully prepare…a sandwich. Yes, a sandwich is what he was aiming to make but not just and sandwich, a fried ham and cheese sandwich.
America smiled with pride at himself as he scurried on to a small stepping stool that had wheels so he could reach everywhere in the rather large kitchen. His first conquest was bread, not only was he unaware of where it was but he had no clue if there even was bread in the house. After opening about nine cabinets having a "near death" experience of falling from the top of a cabinet thirteen times, Alfred found the bread and he nearly squished it by hugging it with great joy. The next stop was ham and cheese which was in the fridge.
Alfred was sitting on the very top part of the highest cabinet so, it was an understatement to say climbing up is easier than climbing down.
He eventually, and intentionally fell into a sack flower, causing himself to be coated in the stuff. This did not stop him, he just kept on his mission and got what he needed from the refrigerator and did what he thought was right. He placed the bread down on the table and put both ham and cheese on it and topped it with bread. He turned on the stove and put it on the fire….literally. This was how all food was cooked, right?
"Americ- Bloody- America, what have you done?!"
A shocked England exclaimed as America jumped back and forth at the blazing sandwich, as he did this puddles of flour were made.
After England put the fire out he looked at little America who was looking very sheepish and embarrassed but still looked the older country in the eyes.
"I was trying to make a sandwich." He explained quietly his hands folded behind his back.
"America if you were hungry you should have eated fruit until I got back….you know you don't have to make your own meals."
"Yeah bu- but I'm a big boy and big boys got to be strong and become heroes and do stuff all by themselves."
England sighed before shaking his head, "America, what do you say we have a good unburned dinner?"
"Okay, what did you have in mind?"
"Scones of course."
America fainted.