Favourite Food/drink

Gilbert thought of what he had for breakfast. Toast and a coffee was good,but it wasn't his favourite. It would be easier to say what he didn't like.

Vodka,hamburgers, and 'Afternoon tea' That stuff was gross and boring as all hell. Little sandwiches and tea, Ha! For a snack, it had to be beer and a real sandwich, or a sausage!

Gilbert walked into England's house in his full military to his boss, he was going to have an alliance with England instead of France in their war against each other. They were like little kids, always fighting. Fortunately that left them week. Prussia would soon claim their their vital regions for his smiled to himself, he's rather help that prick England kick France's ass rather that help that pervert.

He walked past some tall portraits of stiff royalty and he stood up straighter as he knocked on the door. His boss had warned him what would happen in he misbehaved.

"Enter." England called from withing his office. Prussia sighed and opened the door.

"Good day England. " Prussia moved to England's desk. They both shook hands, their gloved hands holding strongly to each others. England sat back down his desk and cleared his desk of files.

"Lets get straight to business, shall we? This will be a military alliance where you will switch alliances from France to myself. You will also lend us some of your military troops." England quickly scanned a sheet of paper in front of him.

Prussia crossed his legs and looked at England in a bored manner. "And I will receive financial support, of...lets see, one million pounds?" Prussia smirked at England.

"You're out of your sodding mind." England stared at the cocky man. Gilbert ignored the irate stare, putting his feet on the desk in front of him.

"Oh really? Do you want to go back to Austria, begging his forgiveness? You're slightly more likely to do that than me, and I know that would never happen." Prussia laced his fingers behind his head. "So, one million pounds?"

England crossed his arms. "Prussia, grow up. You and I both know that without my help you could easily get invaded."

"I'm fine by my awesome self thank you very much." Prussia frowned and stared angrily into England's green eyes.

Pft, stupid eyebrows jerk. He was a jerk, not as much as Austria, but still a jerk. Gilbert broke eye contact with England when he heard a knock on the door. A maid opened the door carrying a tray of tea and sandwiches.

"Umm, Excuse me, I've brought the afternoon tea." She hastily picked up the tray and walked over to the desk, placing it on the park of the desk not occupied by Prussia's feet.

"Hey." Gilbert smiled charmingly and winked as he saw her blush. England merely sighed. "Thank you."

There was an awkward silence as England poured hot tea for the two of them. Gilbert took his feet off the table and after pouring several heaping spoonfuls of sugar into his tea, took a large gulp. England rolled his eyes and added cream and sugar to his own. The room was quiet save for the sound of Prussia slurping his tea.

"Could you please not do that?" England put down his cup. Gilbert took another long slurp.

"Do what?" Gilbert reached for a sandwich and stuffed it in his mouth whole.

"Slurp your tea and chew with your mouth open." England explained slowly.

"You know, I don't feel like it." GIlbert chewed the sandwich and thought for a moment. "I never knew you didn't know you cut the crust off you bread England."

"I personally do not, It's tradition." England put his hand to his face and muttered, "I swear, you nearly have worse table manners than America."

"Not true!" Gilbert shouted through a mouth of crumbs. "I just don't like disgusting food like this."

"Disgusting, excuse me. Like your sausages are much better?"

Prussia posed like his has thinking, then said in a taunting."Well I don't know about my population, but my sausage is very awesome."

England closed his eyes. "What is it with you and your-"

"Huh?" Prussia dropped crumbs onto the table.

"Nothing, lets get back on track. I'll give you five hundred thousand pounds a year-" England took out a pencil and a piece of paper

"One million." Gilbert looked at England dead serious

"Not in a million years."

"Hey, I could walk out of here. I'm a pretty strong country unlike you." Gilbert stood up. "Take off your shirt."

"My what! You have been spending way too much time around France." England got up, spluttering in indignation.

"No, I'll show you, I'm all muscle under these clothes, I can fend for myself." Prussia flexed and grinned at England.

England sat back in his chair "I'll give you six hundred." England

"Six hundred seventy thousand." Prussia stayed standing and poured himself another cup of tea.

"Very well, deal. And in return we get your military assistance." England marked down the sum of money and leaned back in his chair.

"Okay then England. Six hundred seventy thousand pounds a year for as long as the agreement is valid. I'll have the documents written up and sent to your house for the signature." Prussia pushed out his seat and shook hands with the bewildered England.

"Wait, per...per year!"

"Good-bye England, see you on the battlefield." Prussia waved as he walked out the door, bowing to a serving girl.

"Hold it right there you wanker!" England jumped out of his seat and raced towards the door. Prussia slammed the door in his face.

English Tea, that was for silly English people who sat on their butts. Any self respecting Prussian liked Königsberger Klopse. It had a distincitively awesome taste that was pure Prussian. What he hated was being misaken for Germany, sure they shared the same food, but that was purely his own. Anchovies and capers, strong tastes but delicious.

Favourite Food- Königsberger Klopse

Author's Note- Does anyone have a favourite Prussiax? pairing? I'll base the next chapter off those two characters. I've been doing that already with America, Germania, and to a slight degree Poland. Just saying, it probably won't be romance.