This took forever since I had trouble figuring out a way to write this, so sorry! Request from mimi-chan and aliling-chan

"Duuuuudes!" The American whined loudly to his two friends who currently sat in the living room couch. Denmark watching TV as Prussia played on his laptop. "I'm hungry!"

Prussia laughed. "Man, when aren't you hungry?"

(A)"I need food!"

(P)"Don't we all?"

(A)"Brah, come on!"

(P)"Brah?"

(A)"Brah."

(P)"Brah!.

(A)"BRAH!"

(P)"BRAH!"

"Guys! Could you both shut up for five fucking seconds!?"

The two turn to look at the Dane as he crossed his arms and faced the T.V. They figured that Denmark might still be mad at them for what had happened at the cafe. To be fair, they did think that Denmark had sex with Norway. It wasn't their fault that they misjudged things. Okay, maybe it was a bad idea to have yelled everything out loud for all to hear but still.

"But I'm hungry!" America continued to whine.

"Fine, I'll get you something to eat," Denmark sighed as he stood. "What do you want?"

(A)"Well, I wan-"

"Wait, wait, wait." Before America could continue speaking for his request he was rudely interrupted by Prussia. "How about we play a little game, huh?"

"Not another one of your gameees." America whined again. "Last time you made us play a game Denmark couldn't get a kiss from Norway and I got one from Iceland."

Denmark looked away blushing while Prussia laughed. "Oh, by the way, Hungary loved the video! But that's not the kind of game I'm thinking of."

(D)"Then what?"

(P)"Lets see who can eat the most!"

(D)"What!? We all know America would win!"

(A)"No complains here~"

"Yeah, yeah. But hear me out." Prussia left the room for a few seconds and came back with his hands at his waist. "We're going to see who can eat the most in a set of time."

"What do you mean?" America asked.

(P)"What I mean is we are going to have a time limit and who ever eats the most in said time limit will win!"

"Don't you think America will still win?" Denmark asked.

(P)"Oh! But here's the twist~ Each of us will get to pick the food of our choosing! How does that sound?"

"That sounds... Awesome!" America gleamed. "And I'll go easy on you guys~ You can go pick something small if you want."

"I already have a set food in mind~" Prussia smirk. "But I'm not sure if you'll win, America."

(A)"I bet I will!"

(P)"Yeah right, I'll win for sure."

(A)"Not even in your dreams!"

(P)"Do you want to fight about?"

(A)"Yeah I want to fight about it!"

(P)"Well I wanted you to wanna fight about it!"

(A)"I wanted for you to want me to wanna fight about it!"

(P)"So then lets fight about it!"

"Guys, are we going to do this or not?" Denmark sighed once more, not earning the attention of the two. "Or we could just fight about fighting about it. Yeah, that works to."

It wasn't until later that evening when they finally decided to stop wanting to want to fight about to actually doing the contest. They needed to get their foods, first of all. Of all three of them, America had the biggest food, Prussia medium sized and Denmark having the smallest.((I honestly found not find a stereotypical food eaten in Denmark. I apologize for that, so just pretend they're eating their stereotypical food, or something))

They also needed someone to ref, so they somehow manage to get Norway to do it. Once they have gotten their meal they placed a bowl of their food in front of them and waited for Norway's mark.

However, Norway thought this was idiotic and tried to reason with them but to now avail. He shouldn't have expected much from a couple of idiots. He had three counters, a stopwatch and a whistle. He placed the whistle in his mouth and looked to see if they three were ready.

"Are you guys ready to lose!?" America smirked. "We all know that I'm going to win."

"Sorry, I misheard you. Did you say that I'm ready to win? You're going down, American!" Prussia retorted.

"Guys..." Denmark sighed. "Just knock it off... Because we both know I'm going to win!"

(A & P)"Being it!"

Once Norway new for sure that they three were ready, he blew the whistle indicating for them to begin.

And just like that, they all began to chow down on their meal. American was going unsurprisingly fast but both Denmark and Prussia were keeping up. Then again their foods were smaller in size compared to America's.

Norway stared at the three as he kept count. It was almost disgusting how they manage to fill their mouth with so much food. But he really shouldn't expect much from these three. After some time the timer finally rang and Norway blew his whistle once more, now telling the three to stop.

Their bowls have a fair amount finished but only Norway could tell who truly won. The three leaned impatiently at the edge of their seats looking closely at Norway as he looked at the counters. It only took Norway a few seconds before he placed the counters down and looked at the three.

"It's a three-way tie."

...

(A & D & P)"WHAT!?"

(N)"You heard me. It's a three-way tie."

America slumped down in his seat looking extremely shock, like someone told him there was no such thing as Santa. He lost, well technically tied, in a food eating contest!? Was he watching his weight? Did he lose his touch? Was the food bad? He just couldn't believe it!

"Man, this sucks!" Prussia exclaimed. "How could I, the awesome Prussia, lose to you losers!?"

"Oh shut up." Denmark smirked as he grabbed his food and tossed it at Prussia.

Prussia sat up in the chair and looked at Denmark saying, "Oh hell no!" Before he gave a devious smile and grabbed some of his own food to throw. Although as he grabbed some it managed to slip from his hand and land on America.

"Dude! What the hell!?" America shouted as he sat straight up in his chair. "One does not simply throw food at me and gets away with it!" He quickly grabbed some of his own food and threw it, except, Prussia quickly ducked and it landed on Denmark. "Uh oh..."

It was then that the three began to throw their food at each other until someone slammed the table making the bowls go flying. And to their shock. It landed on Norway.

The three sat there, dumbfounded as they look in horror at Norway. He stood there for most part until he slowly peeled the food off from him. "Run..." He said in a low, darkly voice. "Run... Fast..."

The three didn't need to be told twice as they quickly scatter from the scene. Only to have Norway angrily chase after them.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yeah, I'm so sorry that this took forever! I was really busy with things and got a little sidetracked. But fear not! This story will continue! I'm going to be doing a Halloween, Thanksgiving(MURICA), Christmas and New Years story for you guys. It'll come eventually! And you all may make requests if you want, I don't mind. Enjoy the story! :)