Author's note: I don't know if anyone's ever been to Saltgrass Steakhouse. If you have, great! It'll help you visualize the first part of this chapter better. Today was my first time and it inspired me to write this when I haven't had inspiration in a long time. So enjoy this western themed chapter and you can thank that restaurant!
England: Alfred, let's do lunch. There are some topics at the world meeting that I would like to further discuss with you.
America: Solid bro, I got the perfect place.
England: Very well then, I expect it to be classy.
America: It IS, dude!
They walk into Saltgrass and England turns pale.
They sit down.
America: How you feeling bro?
England: Extremely uncomfortable.
The waiter is a tall burly friendly and loud cowboy man.
Waiter: And what can I get for the skinny guy?
England: *shoots dagger eyes at America*
America: *nervously* haha he's... joking.
England has flashbacks of that time someone tried to be friendly to him in London and he was shocked and disturbed.
England: *in the therapist's office with therapist Sweden* He just said howdy...
Sweden: This goes beyond my expertise as a furniture salesman.
America: *in the therapsist's office with therapist Sweden* Everyone says "Yeehaw" but nobody asks "hawyee?"
Sweden: Why does no one get this.
England and Sealand are sitting at France's dining room table waiting for him to finish cooking because England had burnt dinner so they had to go over there.
England: Francis... you don't think I'm too... skinny, right?
Francis: *very slowly sets the hot pot onto his countertop, doesn't reply*
England: Yes, I knew it! I COMPLETELY agree with you, Francis! It's the ignorance of those greasy Americans! They know nothing! *bangs fist on table*
Sealand: *stomach growls*