Thank you so much, to everyone who reviewed! In this chapter, I have changed something that apparently some of you have been offended by (sorry!).
I am sorry for the cliffhanger, but…..
Oh right! This disclaimer shall count for the last chapter as well as this one!
I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! (No matter what the voices in my head say, it is true!)
All right, now for the chapter! Tee Hee! : 3
Chapter three: The eating machine
Alfred was sitting next to Matthew, who was facing Arthur at the very end of Alex's table. Matthew had a huge platter of pancakes and maple syrup in front of him, along with a fork, a knife, and a bottle of orange juice in front of him. Arthur was politely eating something that was giving off a dark, menacing aurora, all the while trying to ignore Alfred. If what was happening had not been happening, Alex would have laughed due to the sheer amount of stereotypicalness (A.N. please look past this blunder and move on to the many others contained within my story.).
What everyone seemed to be starring at was apparently Alfred; beside him, a huge stack of hamburgers rested, stacked on top of one another, a large grouping of milkshakes to his left. Alex did a quick mental calculation, and concluded that there were about thirty-five burgers left in Mt. ever-burger, fifteen empty wrappers, and Alfred had about four in his mouth right now, which meant that he was going to try to eat about 55 hamburgers in one sitting, not to mention the twenty-or-so shakes to his left.
But the thing that had caught the student's attention was not the massive amount of food that Alfred was trying to consume, but the manner in which the burgers were being eaten: Alfred's hands were blurs, one unwrapping a burger and scooting it off towards the other hand while said hand was taking a wrapped burger from the pile and presenting the unwrapping hand with it, then picking up the already unwrapped burger and shoving it in his mouth, and occasionally bringing a shake up to be emptied half way. He had this down to an art, considering the amount of food he could consume in thirty seconds.
Alex watched n amusement as fifteen burgers later, Arthur's control finally snapped and yelled at Alfred for "eating like a bloody Yankee". He then proceeded to point out that Alfred was eating "junk food", and there for it was "junk". Alfred stopped eating and looked at Arthur and started to talk about "your scones", "discussing", and "even the Pasta Loving Freak said that he'd rather eat Ludwig's mushy potatoes instead of your crap". Arthur was apparently deeply stung by that last remark, but quickly recovered as he threw a punch aimed directly for Alfred's nose, shouting all the while.
The other students had gone back to minding their own business, and as the bell rung they all rushed off to get to their next class. Matthew had to shout to get his friends to stop fighting. Alex, who had stuck around to watch the end of their dispute was amazed yet again at the strength and recovery speed of both Arthur and Alfred, though it was obvious that though Alfred had much grater strength, Arthur had much more experience fighting.
After Matthew managed to bring the two warring solders to their senses, they quickly rid themselves of their trash and used the map Alex had giving them before they had parted ways to find their next class.
One thing that bothered Alex was that after a while, the insults Alfred and Arthur had traded had started to make less and less sense. Once or twice, Alex thought that he had heard the words 'America' and 'UK'! He wondered what kind of insults involved the two boy's nationality, but stopped as he found his answer.
As Alex turned to go to his next class, he pondered the dish ion he had made earlier that day about the strange group of people. 'Naw,' he thought, 'it's not worth it.', dismissing the suggestion that his brain had offered to him during his short pondering session.
He quickened his pace: he didn't want to be late just because of something strange that was happening to his school!
There, I didn't make this chapter a cliff hanger. Happy? Moving on. Just letting some of you Hetalia-loving readers know, yes, other countries do show up; but that's later (except for Ivan. He shows up next chapter! Oh, and Gilbert does too.
Gilbert: D**n right I will, Mother-
Webber [me]: *clamps hand over Gilbert's mouth* Shut up! This is supposed to be PG!
Gilbert: *takes my hand away from his mouth* Why? It's not like any one actually reads this c**p any way.
Webber: True… but if you ever say that again, I will tell Hungry that you stole and burned her secrete stash of yaoi-related items!
Gilbert: *goes to his emo corner and starts making homes for hamsters he doesn't have* Go to h*l.
Webber: it's 'H E Double hockey sticks', and any ways, I can't. They put a restraining order on me, because the last time I visited them, I almost took over.
Gilbert: crazy woman.)
Thank yous: FigydaFlygon, Thank you for your opinion, and I will try to work on my spelling because… it sucks , greensprinkles, I am glad that you find my story interesting, and it is because of people like you that inspire me to stop being lazy and post the next chapter, Spockie, Yes the BFT will appear, but that is later on and they will add spice, confusion, and chaos to my story (but then again, what else would you expect from them?), A midsummer night's dream, I will change Arthur's name to it's correct spelling, and thanks for reviewing, Kitskune Miyake, I have changed Arthur's name so that it is now spelled correctly, I am trying to improve my spelling/grammar, and thanks for telling me about my science/silence mistake, DammitimmaD, I AM SORRY ABOUT THE CLIFF HANGER, PLEASE SPARE ME FROM YOUR NINJA ATTACK WITH A SUSPICIOUSLY LARGE BREAD STICK, but thank you for saying that my story is good, it gives me warm fuzzy feelings, biblioholic, sorry about the shortness and the lame cliff hanger, but thank you for putting up with me and reviewing! For Mary, for your first comment, I guess that it's just my strange style of writing, el pie is Spanish for 'foot', and I will add Alex's friend's name when I get that book from my locker (he's a boy, by the way).