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It will take at least a year or so for new fanfic because I'm writing two!

Maybe I should do an reactions Oneshots too? If you want you can review and chose what secret America will be hiding next! Maybe a Harry Potter Fanfic, Kuroko Teiko Oneshots? Or the Trio Competition Fanfic! Also I Am Horrible At History and don't really pay attention to it, so I mix things up, Sorry!

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I kind of lost unknown America… So it's off the list for now, but to make it up to you… I'll try to do two Oneshots!

ALSO VOTE AT THE POLL!

Multilingual America?

Shy America?

Omega America?

Mafia America?

Hitman America?

Assassin America?

Hacker America?

And Many More!

But for now…

Tea of America

It never went away. America still loved tea. Not as much as England but he did love tea. Everyone thought that he only ate fast food and soda, with the occasional milkshake. They never knew that he would eat other types of food. His nation was full of immigrants and very diverse. There wasn't only fast food in the U.S.A! But, they didn't believe that, so America decided to hide his love of tea. He didn't stop drinking it.

The nation would bring his milkshake cup filled with hot tea. He brought it with him everywhere he went. It calmed him down. Whenever he drank it, the tea would clear his mind and frustrations. Still, no one had found out about his love of tea. Well, until this very day. It was the annual cooking competition for the nations. The competition was held on every October sixteenth. October sixteenth was also known as World Food day. It was held in multiple areas. Last year it was in Italy. This year it was going to be in America, the state Texas. It was going to be inside a restaurant. Everyone was there. Not even America was late. He was the host and speaks person for this year's cooking competition. Everyone was seated at the tables. America was at the middle table and looked around to see if most nations were here. He nodded and started to stand up.

"Welcome dudes and dudettes to the 2017 Cooking Competition! You have maybe three hours to make three dishes! Breakfast, lunch and dinner! Time starts… NOW!" America cheerfully exclaimed.

With that, everyone scrambled to get to work. They swarmed the kitchens and the storage room. Everyone wanted the best food and supplies. The cooking was just chaos, grease, oil and ton of other substance. There must be cuts and burns from all the rush, but they didn't care.

The tension lessens and everyone was finishing. America had finished making his fluffy pancakes drizzled in American syrup. Lunch was a bowl of hot max and cheese. A plate of salad was on the side. Last was the dinner dish. A barbeque seasoned chicken was there. His table was near the corner of the room. Barely any people came there and if they did it was for teasing. It was the testing stage. Everyone tested the other nation's food. They voted (not their own dish) and the nation with the most votes would win. America hated this part. Every time they came to insult his food and he would drink his 'milkshake' to calm his self down. But America never expected for him to actually do something. It was Russia. He knocked his table, spilling all the food on to the floor. Instead of the white drink splattering on the floor, it was a hotter drink…