Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or McDonalds.
T for America trying to get England to stop cooking and for England language.
America and England had arrived at England's house after a pretty peaceful walk. They entered hand in hand finally letting go when England went to get an icepack for America. America sat on the couch staring at all of the things England had in his house. It was a really pretty place if you stopped and thought about it. This place isn't half bad, of course most of this is old, I bet if England ever heard me say that he'd go on and on about how they're "vintage" and not old, and how their value is blah blah blah. England entered the room and slammed the icepack on America's forehead.
"Ouch! That hurt Arthur what the heck?" England had his arms crossed and was frowning.
"They're not old!" America blinked in surprise. How in the world did he know? Nah, it was just a lucky guess.
"Dude, I never said they were old," England stopped pouting but sat down still a little bit angry.
"You were thinking it." America blinked again in surprise and thought it would be better to just change the subject.
"Whatever man, I'm hungry got anything to eat?" As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted it knowing what was coming next. England stood heading towards the kitchen.
"I'll cook something up, don't worry," he said over his shoulder. America flinched at the thought of having to eat England's food, so he followed the country into the kitchen.
"No, it's okey man; I'll just go get some hamburgers." He turned to dash out the door, but was stopped by England grabbing his shoulder.
"I said I'll cook, don't worry." Holy cow if I don't do something fast he really will cook, crap what can I do? A mischievous smile crept onto America's face. I got it! America sat down in front of the table smiling.
"Hey Arthur, I can't allow you to cook like that. I wouldn't want you to dirty your precious suit," America said with a huge grin plastered all over his face making England suspicious.
"Well then no worries I'll just put the apron on," America's grin widened.
"But you would still run the risk of getting it dirty, now wouldn't you." America stood stopping right behind England who turned to face America. He leaned closer to England. "So there's only one reasonable solution. You have to take it all off, of course wearing just the apron." He smirked confident that England would never do such a thing. England's eyes widened as his face went red.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about Alfred?" America straightened his back and shrugged.
"It's just what has to be done England, unless of course you'd rather go out and eat some hamburgers, or something. If you are still set on cooking, then that's what you have to do." England narrowed his eyes and turned back around preparing the stove.
"Forget it Alfred, you're just talking nonsense. I do not have to strip to cook, what is wrong with you." America frowned he couldn't eat England's food, it sucked! What else, what else? In a desperate attempt to get England to stop trying to cook America untied the knot on the back of the apron. He kissed the back of England's neck and whispered in his ear.
"You either strip, or we're going out to eat." England's ears turned red as he turned off the stove.
"You can't do that when the stove is on, you moron!" America shrugged again, and picked England up throwing him over his shoulder.
"I'm going to assume you turning off the stove meant we're going to McDonalds," with that he marched out of the house while England tried to get him to put him down.
"You git! Put me down this instant Alfred!"
"Not until we get to McDonalds." Frowning England muttered blasphemies towards America all the way to McDonalds.
***Two days earlier in Norway's house***
"And you're absolutely sure that if I do I'll get the tape where he calls me big brother?"
"Yes!" The enthusiastic wannabe country replied. He took out a recording machine and played it back. The recording sounded like Iceland saying oni-chan. Norway nodded and apologized mentally to England as he summoned all of his magical friends. Tinker bell, Captain Hook, Uni the unicorn, his ghost friend and all the others appeared in a room that was designed to not allow them to leave. They could only be released by someone on the outside. You could hear the magical beings start to panic when Norway spoke.
"Hello, I am sorry for bringing you guys into this, but it was absolutely necessary. I will do my best so that you guys are comfortable here, so please don't panic." Angered and worried shouts came from the room but Norway left it at that and left.
"There, now I want the tape."
"Fine, here you go," Sealand handed the tape to Norway who left the room as Sealand celebrated.
"I can't see them, but I'm sure he will be able to. I'll keep them here until he finally recognizes me as a country!" He wrote a ransom letter to England and sent it happily awaiting the time when England would admit he was a country.
*** Present time in Norway's house. ***
A sleeping blonde boy with a sailor outfit was abruptly awoken by Norway.
"Hey, how much longer do I have to keep them here? There's only so much I can do for them when they're locked up like that. Hurry whatever you wanted to do, it's been two days already." He marched out leaving a frowning Sealand sitting on the ground.
"Why hasn't he come yet? I sent him that letter two days ago, has he not noticed his friends are missing?"
*** At McDonalds ***
"Mahn, shis ish sho dewishious!" England stared at America in utter disgust.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Do not talk with your mouth full!" America slurped on his soda, finally clearing his mouth long enough to formulate an understandable sentence.
"Geez, chill out gramps," he said smiling and stuffed another hamburger in his mouth. Annoyed England put his hand in his pocket and realized he hadn't read the letter. As much as Sealand annoyed him something told him he had to check the letter. So he took the letter out of his pocket and opened it, much to America's curiosity. After reading the letter England's eyes went a frightening shade of green. He clenched his fist ripping the letter, and left the building leaving a shocked America. He hurriedly finished the 5 remaining hamburgers and followed the enraged nation.
A/N: Sorry for taking sooo long to update. I was having trouble with the beginning of the chapter, but hey at least the letter finally cam into play. So what do you guys think? Thanks for all the favorites/reviews. Love you all. I promise to update a lot faster.