3rd Person

"Here are your menus," Jack handed a pile of leather-covered books to the group. "I'll be back in a few minutes to take your order. What drinks would you like?"

Luna whispered a quick something to him, eyes glimmering.

"Ah…I see," The waiter nodded as he jotted down notes. "Unfortunately, due to the age of many customers and our manager's request, we do not serve alcoholic drinks besides less than 45%."

A few countries saddened at that.

"We do serve light martinis and cocktails though. Would any of you like that?"

Prussia, America, Denmark, Daisy, and Luna raised their hands.

"I shall have zhe strongest jou have!"

"Dude! Me too!"

"Ja! I'll get that too!"

"I'll go for a light martini." Daisy smiled happily as Jack made note of that.

"And I'll have a light cocktail."

"Annd the rest of your group?"

France eventually got grape juice because of its similarity to wine, and England, China, and Japan all got some form of tea. Canada, Iceland, Finland, Sweden, Russia, and Latvia all got hot chocolate, the Italy twins and Spain got tomato juice, Norway got coffee (NO WAY -_-), and Germany got plain water.

Several minutes later, Jack and another waiter named Jeremy wheeled in all the drinks with a trolley cart.

"Three martinis, one light martini, one light cocktail, one grape juice, three teas, six hot chocolates, three tomato juices, one coffee, and one water." Jeremy noted as Jack passed out the glasses. "I shall be taking half of the table's orders, and Jack will be taking the other half."

In the end, the Nordics ordered three baked cods ("M' wife 'nd I c'n sh're a pl'tter." "Bror and I will share a platter-" "Stop that, Norway." "THE KING WILL HAVE HIS OWN MEAL!"), and the others ordered things corresponding to their home countries.

"Your orders will come out in around 5-8 minutes," Jack said as they walked to the kitchen. "Feel free to look around and chat."

"Holy cow! That's a massive order!" The countries heard from the kitchen. "Alright then boys, off to work!"

Sounds of sizzling and bubbling filled the air, followed by the soft aroma of freshly cooked food.

"When did you get this restaurant Luna?" The girl's head popped up at Iceland's question.

"I inherited it from my parents after they..."

"Um..." Everyone leaned in.

"They illegally divorced."

Hi! Hihihi! Budgie here! I'm thinking about posting another story after finishing this one-hopefully I can wrap this up soon ^_^ But it's been such a good story after all, and all the support I got from it! Thank you beedees, so very much! I'll see you next week!

~Budgies R Cute