America hummed as he walked into the break area during one of the lunch breaks during a world meeting. Sitting down at one of the tables, he took out his lunch bag, he pulled out his PB&J and started to munch down, when he heard a scoff behind him. Looking behind him, he saw Romano shaking his head in disgust.
"Is there something wrong?" America asked, a little irked.
"There you go again, eating that weird ass sandwich." Romano sniffed. "I swear you have no sense of taste, just like England."
"How rude!" England sputtered.
"He's not wrong." France piped up, nodding at England. "England, you're a lost cause."
"PB&J's are not weird!" America defended. "They're and American tradition by this point!"
"American's are so weird." Spain said with a frown. "I remember when I went to your country last year, and I saw someone eating what they called a sweet potato casserole, but it had marshmallows in them. So weird."
"But it tastes so good!" America defended. "I tried to serve it last thanksgiving to France, but he started crying."
"I don't blame the cheesy bastard!" Romano said. "You're botching up the art of cooking."
"And you always put too much ice in your drinks." China added. "I don't see why you always want your drinks so cold. Plus, there is so much ice you only get a few sips of your drink."
"It's better than feeling like you get tap water." America said with a sniff. "Plus, unlike you cheapskates I actually have free refills."
"Only because it's dirt cheap for you." England said. "Plus, why do you drink milk with dinner still?"
"What? How can you have a problem with me drinking milk?" America sputtered in disbelief. "When I was little, you were always like, 'America, drink your milk, you won't get big if you don't drink milk, Holy hell America, you grew up so fast, you drank too much milk!' America mimicked.
"But with dinner?" England said with a shake of his head. "Milk has no place at dinner."
"Screw you old man, I'll drink my milk any time I want." America said, sticking his tongue at England.
"You also have deep fried everything." Denmark said. "I saw you eating deep fried Butter with Norway.
"No comment." America said.
"Were you spying on me?" Norway asked Denmark, narrowing his eyes.
"Oops, look at the time, got to run." Denmark said, running out of the room.
"That idiot." Sweden muttered as Norway chased Denmark out of the room.
"What about fried chicken, waffles and syrup?" Italy asked, turning slightly green. "That's by far one of the weirdest things you ever brought to a party."
"Hey, that's actually really tasty!" Canada said.
"Anything with syrup on it tastes good to you bro." America said, giving his brother a high-five.
"I got a stomach ache just looking at that." Japan said. "What about ice cream in Soda? I mean, I like it, but it's still weird."
"Come on, none of you ever thought about that?" America said in disbelief.
"No, because we're all sane." Germany said.
"My god, what have you done to this child?" France said angerly, taking England by the throat. "His taste buds are ruined. RUINED!"
"Why are you blaming me?" England shouted. "I didn't do anything."
"That's right, England raised him." Romano said. "It all starts to make sense."
"That explains a lot actually." China said.
"It doesn't explain why America likes peanut butter so much, seeing as England hates the stuff." Australia pointed out.
"I think that's just a weird American thing." Finland said with a shrug.
"It might not be too late!" Italy said, grabbing America by the shoulders.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Romano asked, looking at his brother in confusion. He barely saw his brother this fired up about anything.
"America has a lot of different cultures in him." Italy said with a gleam in his eye. "Isn't that right America."
"Yeah." America said slowly, trying to scoot away from the alarming Italian.
"That means that those different cultures foods are influencing him too." Italy said, tightening his grip on the Americans shoulders so he couldn't escape. "That means…"
"I see!" France said, nodding suddenly. "It means that America's tastes aren't lost. They just might be mixed up!"
"Of course!" Romano said, also nodding. "We just need to straighten them out!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" America said fearfully, as all the countries started to look at him with glints in their eyes.
"It means, you're getting cooking lessons!" France said.
"We can still save your taste buds." Italy said, grabbing the American and pulling him out the door. "It's not too late!"
"Canada! HELP!" America cried as he was dragged out of the room by most of the countries.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" Canada asked with a smirk.
"TRAITOR!" America cried.
A/N: Omg, I have no idea what happened on this chapter when I uploaded it, but I hope theis has fixed it. Sorry about that. American's are known for their weird tastes in foods. We're known to mix up different foods into weird combinations. What are the weirder combinations you tried? Also, I want to do a chapter on American tourists, so to my readers who aren't from the United states, how can you spot an American tourist? (If you're an American who travels a lot, you can probably answer this as well.)