America snickered as he looked out the Oval offices windows. For the last hour and a half, he and the Presidenthad been having one of the silliest arguments he had ever been in, and for America, that was saying something.

"Mr. President," America said trying not to laugh as he faced his boss, who was sitting in his chair, "please just go out and address them."

"I will not!" The President huffed, looking rather annoyed.

"Sir, they are just outside, it's not even that big of a deal." America chuckled.

"This is a matter of pride, Jones, I won't lose." The President shot back, not even looking up from his paperwork.

"Yes, but they won't go till someone acknowledges them, and that is a lot of broccoli." America pointed out.

"I won't lose, not to those little green menaces. If I acknowledge them, they'll win!" The president argued.

"Sir."

"America."

After a brief pause, America started to laugh. "The farmers set a truck of the stuff. The staff doesn't even know what to do with it all."

"Not my problem." The president replied.

"They also sent in recipes on how to cook it." America said with a grin, holding up a stack of green papers, with different recipes on them. "Some of them look quite good."

Sighing, the President glanced at America, and rolling his eyes at the boy's amused expression, shook his head.

"Don't tell me you, of all people, like broccoli?" The President asked in disbelief. "With the things I've seen you eat, I would have thought you would have avoided it at all costs."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I like burgers and fries as much as the next guy, but I like vegetables as well. And broccoli happens to be one of my favorites." America replied with a smirk. "Plus, it wouldn't hurt you to eat them now and then sir, if only for your own health."

"My health be damned." The president retorted. "I'm the President of the United States of America, leader of the free world, and one of the most powerful people in the world. If I don't want to eat the damn things I won't!"

"Honey." His wife said with an exasperated tone as she walked into the office with her dog, at her heels. "I greeted the delivery men, and I told them me and the dog were more than happy to eat it."

"Oh, are you going to make me eat it as well?" the president grumbled, pointing a finger at America. "This one has been trying to convince me all morning."

"And I've been trying to get you to eat them for the last forty years." She laughed. Then addressing America, she said, "Dear, there's no use trying to talk to him. If his mother couldn't make him eat it, you won't."

"That's right." The president said.

"Oh, and Dear?"

"Yes?" president asked.

"Another truck of broccoli just arrived."

"Damn it."

"So, sir, how does broccoli ice cream sound?" America asked with a grin, only to get a pen thrown at him.

A/N: Our, (Sorry, can't say which one do to rules,) President had so much hate for the vegetable called broccoli, he banned it from the white house. In response to this, broccoli farmers from all around the nation sent him many trucks of the stuff. Due to this, broccoli's publicity skyrocketed, and the sales for it went up. He also made a speech on his distaste for it. It's hilarious. Ten tons of the stuff ended up at the local food banks. Now, he was actually pretty good natured about it, joking about his dislike for broccoli multiple times. Sorry to the people reading this story, as the original chapter has been edited away due to the fact that real names can't be used on the site.