We Walk into McDonald's and Al orders immediately. I grab a booth while I wait for him, and he soon comes back with two Big Macs, a cappuccino, and a regular burger.

As usual, he hands me the coffee and burger, while he wolfs down the Big Macs.

"When will they be here?" I ask, stirring some cinnamon into my coffee.

Al shrugs, taking a huge bite out of his burger.

"I dunno," he replies with his mouth full, "I just told them to get here durmuflungh…" Al's words are drowned out by his food.

"To what?" I narrow my eyes.

"During lunch," he swallows and starts on his other sandwich.

I roll my eyes and begin to look around the restraint, fingering my silver cross necklace and sipping my coffee. After a while, three men walk into the restraint, each looking totally different from the other.

First comes a brown-haired man, his green eyes searching the area curiously, as if he'd never been in a McDonald's before.

Then enters a tall man in a long, blue coat. He moves gracefully and smiles warmly at everyone. His blonde hair reaches down to his shoulders, and his blue eyes are filled with affection.

Lastly, an albino man of average height bursts through the doors, his bloodred eyes glinting with triumph and mischief. His platinum hair shines brightly, and he wears a black tank that shows his pale, muscular arms.

"ZHE AWESOME PRUSSIA HAS ARRIVED!"

Al and I start at this unexpected outburst, and everybody else shoots the man angry glares. He ignores them completely.

Alfred finishes his sandwich in one gulp and jumps up happily.

"Hey! Guys, over here!" He yells, earning some more pointedly angry stares, which he also ignores.

The brunette, the long-haired man, and the albino with the heavy German accent approach our small table.

"Ah, America!" The blonde greets my friend with a silky French accent, "long time no see, non?"

"Hey, America. Is this your friend?" the green-eyed brunette smiles pleasantly.

I open my mouth to introduce myself, but the red-eyed German walks forward.

"Hey, Brohas!" He grins, showing long canine teeth, "are you happy to see me?" Without waiting for a response, he continues. "Auf course you are. I AM AWESOME!"

I roll my eyes and take another sip of my coffee."

"Sit down, bros!" Al smiles widely and turns to me. "Asher, these dudes are France," the blonde one lights up at his name, "Spain," the green friendly man with green eyes smiles kindly, "And—"

"And I am PRUSSIA!" the albino grins widely, showing teeth like a wolf.

"Come on, bros, g ahead and sit down!" Al seems completely used to outbursts like these and motions to the table. France takes the chair directly in front of me, the one Al had been sitting at. Alfred, unfazed, sits on the other seat on the far side. Spain and Prussia have to cram in the booth with me, Prussia awkwardly squishing me into the wall, Spain on the far side.

"Hey, what do you want for lunch, guys?" Al asks cheerfully.

"A croissant would be nice," France nods, peering at the menu.

"A salad, maybe," Spain glances over the blonde's shoulder.

"Do zhese losers have vurst?" Prussia demands.

"Wurst?" Alfred looks utterly confused.

"He means sausage, genius," I smirk. Al brightens up.

"OOOOOoooooh. Okay, then. I'll be right back!"

And the America left me with the strangers.