Epic Flashback

"I know that you told me no talking, but could you at least tell me where we're going?" he asked. "And why you're walking so fast?"

She stopped walking to look around. "The sooner I rid myself of that annoying noise your stomach insists that I listen to the sooner I find my sanity again," she stated as she scanned the block for restaurants.

"Do you even have sanity to find?"

"Do you even know what 'sanity' is?" she asked as she began walking towards a restaurant that she believed was discreet enough to not draw attention to her willingly having lunch with America.

"I know what lots of words mean. Why don't you tell me what 'sanity' means so I can see if you know what it means?"

She huffed. "What happened to the no talking rule?"

He laughed. "Nothing happened to the rule, silly. You just created that rule because you found my blabbing… or whatever you called it irritating beyond belief. Like whatever that means."

"Just shut up."

"As you wish." He grinned. "Guess what movie I watched last night?"

"The Princess Bride," she answered. "You've made that joke four times already. I told you that it would make more sense to me if I knew the movie. And yet you keeping saying 'as you wish' and expecting me to get it."

"And I keep telling you that on our second date you'll be watching The Princess Bride with me," he stated. "At my house. There will be popcorn involved. I like popcorn."

She groaned and opened the door to the restaurant they would be dinning at. "There would be nothing involved because that isn't going to happen. And stop saying 'second date'."

He followed her inside the restaurant. "I'm only saying second date because it'll be the second date."

"This isn't the first date," she declared walking up to the hostess. "How long's the wait?" she asked the hostess. "If its over thirty minutes I'm leaving. Feel free to take this swine that's following me away forever. The circus would probably willing take him off your hands once he's your problem."

His stomach growled. "My girl here wants to take care of my stomach problem before she goes insane."

The hostess looked back and forth to the two countries presented in front of her. "Mr. America why are you on a date with Ms. Belarus?"

Belarus turned away from the hostess's podium. "Yep, we're not eating here."

America put her hands on her shoulders and turned her back around. "Yes we are. We've been walking forever."

"We clearly haven't walked far enough."

He turned to face her. "Far enough for what?"

She groaned. "Ugh! I want to just get away."

"Did I offend you?" the hostess asked confused. "I'm sorry to have offended you. I'm just surprised to see-"

She cut the hostess off. "This isn't a date."

"Yeah-"

"This isn't a date," she repeated cutting America off.

The hostess looked at the two countries her face had the same confused expression as earlier. "Uh?"

"Just seat us before you appear dumber than this swine."

"Hey! I'm not a swine. I the freaking awesome hero that's buying you lunch."

"I'll seat you two right away," the hostess said feeling very uncomfortable.

"Thank you," America said nodding. "I really can't wait to eat."

"Make it a table away from everybody," Belarus added following the hostess. "I can't deal with stares right now."

The hostess nodded. "As you wish."

His eyes went wide. "Did you watch The Princess Bride too last night?"

"Uh…"

Belarus cut off whatever the hostess was going to respond to America's question. "Shut up about that movie."

The hostess sat them in the back away from everybody. "Here's your menus and your waiter should be with you shortly."

"What a cool hostess," he said once the hostess left. "Anybody who watches The Princess Bride is considered cool to me."

"Just shut up. On the way over here you said that anybody that watched Star Wars is cool to you." She groaned. "I can't believe we didn't walk far enough."

He opened his menu. "Far enough for what exactly?"

"Far enough to not be recognized. But, who am I kidding everybody can recognize America." She facepalmed. "I just can't wait to see what the newspaper says tomorrow."

"Me too! But, that's only because I like to read the funnies. Garfield is just classic. That cat and his lasagna. Oh, Calvin and Hobbs is great too but its no longer running. Have you ever read Calvin?"

She glared at him. "I was using sarcasm. Learn to read the stupid atmosphere."

"Oh." He paused. "Where exactly do you find that book?"

She groaned. "Just order. We'll eat. And then I'll pretend that this whole lunch thing never happened."

Their waiter came to the table before America could say anything else. "Hi, I'm-"

"Yeah, I really don't care about your name kid. All I care about is getting out of here. I'm going to have water and a salad. Give this swine sitting across the table from me something that'll make him a diabetic fat person in a few years."

The waiter looked at the pair confused. "I'm sorry?"

"Or poison. Also feel free to spit in his food."

"Uh?" the waiter mumbled. "What?"

"I'll take a coke with ice cubes to drink. I don't know why but you European guys often forget the ice goes in drink part. My lady sitting across the table from me will take a water," America clarified. "We're going to take a few more minutes to look at the menu."

"Oh, okay." The waiter left the two to retrieve their drinks. "I'll be right back with your drinks."

Belarus kicked America under the table.

"Ow!" he cried. "What was that for?"

"Don't tell people that I'm your lady."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not your lady."

The waiter returned to the table with their drinks. "Here's your water." He set the water in front of Belarus. "And here's your coke with ice." He set the coke in front of America. "Are you ready to order?"

America smiled at the waiter. "I'll take whatever is your favorite item on the menu here. Unless you're a vegetarian. If your vegetarian I want the meatatarian version of whatever is your favorite."

"I'll put you down for the Tafelspitz."

"What's that?"

"Its beef boiled in broth. We serve it here with apples, horseradish, and chives sauce," the waiter said answering his question. "Its quite good."

"Dude, you had me at beef." America smiled.

Belarus rolled her eyes. "I'll just have a salad."

"House or Caesar?"

"Caesar," she answered. "Be quick with our food. I'm going mentally insane here."

"I'll be back with your order shortly."

"You better be back with our order soon."

America's stomach groaned again.

"You better be back with our order soon," she repeated. "I'm about to go insane here."

America laughed as he put his straw in his drink. "You're not insane already?"

Their waiter left to go put in the order.

"Just shut up."

A/N

Chapter is late because I just finished the worst semester of my school life so far.

Any grammar mistake pointed out for any chapter will be fixed. Please feel free to go all grammar judgmental in a review. I like to fix those mistakes.