"How about breakfast?" The blonde bursted out of my peaceful silence. I jerked my head up from where I was reading and saw that the American had returned with food. Apparently making food is going out and buying it?
"Um… sure!" I responded trying to sound enthusiastic. "What are we having today?" I grinned, acting like a customer at a restaurant. I went to take a sip of my Earl Grey Tea.
"McDonalds!" He exclaimed, causing me to spit out some of the tea. I wanted that!
"Um, America? Is McDonald's really breakfast?" I hesitantly asked.
"Why, is there something wrong with it?" He asked sniffing it. "They have a new 24 hour breakfast! Isn't that awesome!" He told me, laughing like a maniac. I got up and pat his shoulder.
"I know my food is bad, but this seems like a problem." I explained to him. Why on earth would breakfast turn into something so unhealthy!?
"Whada yer meahn?" America said while stuffing a hamburger into his mouth.
"AMERICA!" I snapped.
"What, it has protein!" He said in defence. I tisked.
"I thought you said you got breakfast!" I stated.
"I only said there was a new 24 hour menu. And why wouldn't burgers be a good thing for breakfast?" He questioned.
"You really do need help…" I muttered. I searched through my fridge and found some greek yogurt to have instead.
"Oh well, more for me." America said pulling out 7 burgers out of the large bag with the signature 'M' on it. I just looked at him with horror.
"NO WAY IS MY LITTLE BROTHER EATING THAT!" I shouted and grabbed the bag. I tossed it across the room.
"I'm not your brother, and why did you throw my burgers? They were like 5 bucks!" America stated angrily.
"I get that bit I'm still not letting you eat that rubbish." I sighed. As I got out a bowl and spoon I noticed America trying to sneak away to get his burgers.
"America…" I growled. He froze.
"Heh… I was just cleaning up…. Hehe…." He stuttered nervously. I shook my head. Something really was wrong with that boy.
"Listen how about I make some english muffins?" I asked America.
"MUFFINS!?" He said excited. I smiled.
"They are english muffins, so they are a bit different from yours." I explained.
"Well as long as they are muffins, it's chill with me bro!" He exclaimed. I got out the english muffins which basically were round slices of bread that were ready to be toasted. I shoved them in the toaster and waited until the popped up to butter them. I spread some marmite on mine and not on Americas because I knew he wouldn't like it. Sure it was salty and kind of odd tasting to foreigners, but I think it is really good.
"Britain, dude, what's that weird brownish stuff on your toast?" America asked curiously.
"Well," I said with a smirk "It is the most, as you Americans would call, 'hardcore' thing one can put on toast. It proves ones braveness and strength. If they can eat a piece of toast covered in it, they are proven to be a true master of eating." I said seriously. Any normal person would have laughed and shrugged it off, but America took it super seriously.
"Where is the stuff?" He asked me, with hero written on his face.
"In the cupboard to your left." I pointed to where the 'master of eating' key was. He found the little jar, and opened the lid. He got out a knife and smeared the stuff about 2 centimeter thick. I got a little worried, but I know he will be fine...right?
He leaned in to take a bite, and I cringed, because I knew this was going to be so hard for him.
"YOLO!" I heard the American shout.
