After one of the world meetings, America had gone to one of the subways nearby to get something to eat. He was sitting at one of the tables, playing on his phone when he heard the door open. Glancing up, he was surprised to see Italy and Romano walk in. America was particularly hidden by a dividing wall, so they didn't spot him. America watched them curiously, deciding not to draw attention to himself.
"Look, I don't feel like spending a lot of money or making anything tonight. We're going to get something here, and I don't want to hear a single complaint out of you. You either eat the crappy food, or you can go hungry." Romano said to Italy.
"But I offered to make pasta tonight." Italy said in confusion. "I thought you love pasta."
"I do, you idiota. I just want something to eat now, not in ten years." Romano snapped.
"You don't need to be so mean." Italy pouted.
They stood in silence for a moment, and then it was their turn to get their food.
"Hello, what would you like to have today sir?" The girl behind the counter asked.
"I would like a meatball sandwich." Romano replied.
"What kind of bread would you like?" The girl asked, pointing towards the bread display. "We have white, wheat, whole grain, low fat, or burger buns."
"I'll have the whole grain." Romano said, looking a little taken aback by all the choices.
"How many meatballs would you like on your sandwich? Five or eight?" The girl asked, pulling out the bread as she spoke.
"Just enough to cover the bread, thanks." Romano replied.
"Would you like any cheese on that?" The girl asked.
"What kind do you have?" Romano asked, looking a bit annoyed.
"White, American, Swiss, Cheddar, Parmesan, Romano, and Mozzarella." The girl replied cheerfully.
"Mozzarella is fine. I think that's all I want." Romano replied, looking quite overwhelmed.
"Alright, your total is $5. Is this to eat here or to go?" The girl asked as she wrapped up the sandwich.
"To go." Romano answered.
"Alright, have a nice day." The said as she handed him the sandwich.
"At last, I thought I would never get my food." Romano muttered under his breath as he stepped out of line.
Italy bounced up to the counter, and smiled at the lady. "Hello, may I have a meatball sandwich?"
"Of course, what kind of bread would you like?" She asked.
"Oh my God, I should have just taken the pasta." Romano wailed as he watched his brother ask for every single choice. "It would have been quicker."
America could barely sit up because he was laughing so hard.
A/N: Americans will know the struggle of going out to places like subway and ordering something. Places like Subway are often cheap and convent, but they offer you so many choices that sometimes you can feel a little overwhelmed by it. Make sure to know what you want before it's your turn in line so you can get through faster.