Chapter 7: What's On the Menu?

"Well if we are going to be here for a while we might as well find something to do." England suggested, crossing his arms. " And I'm pretty sure America doesn't always have burgers… "?

"Exactly! Come on that is just a rude stereotype!" America agreed, relieved that England was defending him. "Besides, we can totally think up dinner ideas later dudes!"

"Well, what are we going to do then?" asked France.

"We are going to first finish this lunch that I made all by myself, might I add, so eat up." America said irritatedly, when he heard a chorus of groans coming from the nations.

"But I don't want to eat cheeseburgers! Germany don't let them make me eat it!" Italy said holding on to the blushing German tightly.

"I'm sure they're not that bad!" Spain assured, not really believing his own words and laughing nervously.

"I don't want to get fat!" Romano yelled tears falling down his face hugging Spain.

Japan shook his head disapprovingly, having been at one of America's apartments for a time, and actually had what he has cooked knowing that it wasn't that bad. Actually it was pretty good, considering America was technically made of different cultures coming from all over the world.

England, France, and Canada also disagreed with the other countries reactions due to them being the FACE family, and knowing how he actually cooks. Even though sometimes they fight and tease each other they are still family, blood or not.

America's smile fell a little when he heard the complaining the other nations were saying about his cooking that they have yet to even try.

"Calm down guys! I made pigs-in-a-blanket!" America said happily with many plates full of the delicious homemade meal in his arms like a professional waiter. Alfred passed the plates down

the huge table so everyone could get a hot dog wiener covered in cheese and dough, while Delaware got up from the table to help his dad set up the table by asking everyone what they want to drink.

"So, what do you ladies and gentlemen want to drink?" Some of the nations were put off by the amount of manners one of America's kids had (Well, He had been raised by England of all countries so I don't really know why they're surprised.), and had to pull themselves together.

"I'll have tea if that isn't too much trouble." England asked politely, his inner gentleman surfacing.

"Coffee please… " Canada answered, he knew it wouldn't be any Tim Hortons but it'll have to do. This whole ordeal being a little bit too much.

"Do you have any good wine?" asked France. Delaware nodded at all their requests pulling a cup full of tea, a coffee mug, and a wine glass seemingly out of nowhere handing them to the respected individuals.

"Delaware why don't you sit down? I got this."

"Okay.", Delaware sat back down enjoying his meal.

"Germany, Italy, Romano, Spain, and Russia, what do ya want to drink?" America asked, looking at the other Nations curiously.

"Beer would be nice."

"Wine please."

"Same as fratello."

"A Sangria would be nice… "

"You don't need to give me a drink Amerika, I have my own." Russia said as he held up a large bottle of vodka.

"Okaaay then. Drinks coming right up!" America immediately got out the drinks and placed them in front of their respected owners, then sat down in his seat at the head of the table.

"Alright guys! Eat up!" Everyone began to cut into their food and eat in peace. The meal was surprisingly very delicious to the nations. Everybody was enjoying their meal and were having small talk with the rest of the countries. As everyone was doing this, France was thinking on how this family was really… well… great. So far on what he has seen was that this family has managed to stay hidden from countries, which in fact, is pretty hard to do for personifications, because they tend to be everywhere.

To France, America was like that little annoying brother that could be mature at the most randomest times, and if America had kids that he could take care of then he would try to be the best 'Uncle' he could ever be. If America let me be their Uncle that is, I mean Canada seems pretty close to them too…

All of a sudden Drance felt a light tap on his shoulder, jumping to the little touch. As the person who tapped his shoulder leaned in close to his ear a strong not-so-good scent wafted through the air while the perpetrator whispered in a deep . "Hey kid… want some cheese?"

"Que se passe-t-il!" France yelled out in surprise and confusion unheard by the sound of conversation carrying across the table, because what the hell? Who asks that?

"I've got cheddar, parmesan, blue cheese, processed… anything you want I got it." asked a prepubescent voice, slightly cracking. France turned around to see a skinny twelve year old boy with dark brown hair partially covered by a cheese hat, he was wearing a couple sizes too big covering his face that had a nose that looked as if it had been broken a few times, his eyes were dark and mysterious yet cheese colored, he had fairly large eyebrows but not quite iggybrows, he was holding a small wagon at his side full of what looked like cheese, cheese, and look at that… cheese, and in the kids other hand was a glass of what looked like… melted cheese. Did this kid have a problem or what?

"Oh hey… Wisconsin… how's the uh… cheese business treating you?" America asked as soon as his eyes landed on the boy.

"It is gouda." Wisconsin said monotonously.

"Aaannnd there he goes with the cheese puns… " America said exasperated, sighing. "Hey buddy… why don't you introduce yourself to the nations?"

"Okay. My name is Queso Jones and I'm Wisconsin the 30th state." As Wisconsin said this a certain southern italian looked at the boy in the eyes and whispered. "It's okay, I was named after cheese too."

"No I chose this name. It fits me better."

"Oh okay." Romano said slightly weirded out.

"Oh my gouda *hic* hehehe gouda *hic* stop it with th-the cheese already!" said another boy around Wisconsin's age holding a giant bottle of alcohol, wrapping the other arm around Wisconsin while leaning lazily on him.

"So any peoples wanna *hic* join meh in a game of the poker?" the boy asked drunkenly, he was worse than England. He looked around for any takers for the suggestion when his eyes landed on his dad, looking at him with disappointment and anger.

"Jack Daniels Jones what did I tell you about the booze?" America warned.

"To ummmm… I dunno?" the boy said puzzled.

"I told you specifically to not drink it until you're of age, and even then to be light on the drinking!" America scolded, which was completely out of character for him.

"But technicality *hic* I am 'of age'." The very drunk boy countered, not realizing the hole he was digging himself into.

"I didn't mean it that way Nevada! Now give me the bottle and go to room." America admonished, pointing at the stairs nearby the kitchen door.

"fin!" Nevada yelled angrily even though he said wrong, stomping up the stairs. America sighed, sliding his hand down his face miserably. America had looked worn out, for raising at least 50 kids tends to wear a person out, the nations were impressed at how he was so energetic at world meetings.

"Sorry about that guys… you know how our peoples can affect us… " America stated sombrely. All the people in the room nodded their head in understanding.

(A/N: Yay my writer's block is gone! And the chapter is longer! Sorry if I offended anybody from Nevada or Wisconsin, I don't think all or most of them are like the way I portray them, because this is purely for humor. Some ideas go to Rouge . of . Void.

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