Once outside Mr. America asked Mr. Canada "So Canada, where do you wanna go next?"
I assumed it was an apology for what happen earlier. Mr. Canada thought a moment, before saying that he wanted to go to a place called a restaurant. Both Mr. America and Fake Italy agreed and we all went off.
We walked for a while, until we went into one building. We then went in front of a stool and waited there for quiet some time.
As we waited I saw people sitting at tables waiting for something "What could these people waiting for?" I wondered.
Just then a young-looking women came by and said "Hello my name is Ashley, I'll be your waitress this evening. How many are in your party?" with smile on her face.
"What is a waitress?" I questioned. I think it's supposed to be this world's equivalent t to a maid.
At that moment, Mr. America "Three"
Ms. Ashely calmly said "Right this way sirs" as she took the lead, leaving Fake Italy with sadden look on his face.
We followed Ms. Ashley, until we came in front of a table. "Your seat, sirs?" Ms. Ashely said.
Both Mr. Canada and Fake Italy thanked her, as all three of them took a seat. "Shall I get you some drinks?" Ms. Ashley asked.
"Drinks? Oh gosh! Please don't tell me, this is tavern!" I thought to myself. I was hoping that these wouldn't get drunk, right there.
After they all had said what they wanted and Ms. Ashley was about to leave, Fake Italy grab her attention again and tried to, what I assumed to be flirting with Ms. Ashely, by happily waving his hands up and down and saying beautiful she was. Honestly, it made him look ridiculous. I know it's been a long time and this world has different customs, but I 'am rather certain that's not how you impress a woman.
Ms. Ashley looked unimpressed, as she'd ignore the faker and went off, leaving Fake Italy with a sadden look on his face. Mr. America then laughed a little and said "Feliciano dude! That's not how you get a girl!"
Fake Italy then asked "America, how do you get a girl's attention?"
"Simple dude! Eat as much as you can and act cool and hero like!" Mr. America said, doing the same ridiculous posed, he'd done for Mr. China. I 'am certain that too, is not how you impress a woman.
Aftera short time, Ms. Ashley came back balancing an oval-shaped tray, over her shoulder, with three cups on top of. She then handed each of them a cup and asked "Are you ready to order your meals, sirs?"
Everybody said yes and said what they wanted. Fake Italy asked for pasta. "He's good; he knows Italia's favorite, but he can't fool me" I thought to myself, as Ms. Ashely gotten out a note-book and a pen written something down in it.
Mr. Canada then asked for something called pancakes with maple syrup. When Mr. America said that he wanted thirty hamburgers, Ms. Ashely asked "Oh, My! Are you sure you can all of that?" in shocked tone.
Mr. America confidently said "Heck yeah!"
After Ms. Ashley had finish writing, she said "Okay, your meals would be out, in about thirty minutes" and then left.
Once Ms. Ashely was out of sight Mr. Canada asked "America did say you on a diet?"
"Yeah, but I gotta show Italy. No worries dude! I'll be fine! Cause I 'am hero!" Mr. America answered.
Mr. Canada then took a sigh, while having a look on that I know all too well. It's the same kind of face that I had when I was alive. My big brother Prussia always had a knack for getting into trouble. Even when I've moved in with Mr. Austria most of them, he was still getting himself into trouble. Most of them, involved him doing something stupid and make a fool of himself. I always thought that one day I would find him lying, dead on the side of road, with his trade mark grin on his face.
Even though, I might have acted like I didn't care about my brother in the past, I had always cared about him, it just that he got on my nerves, a lot. Now seeing Mr. America and Mr. Canada together like this, makes me miss him and his stupid antics. "I hope he's doing alright;" I thought.
