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Americano: Good Food
Romano wrinkled his nose in disgust when America sat down next to him at the meeting. America had three bags full of McDonald's burgers with him, and was busy eating one.
"That's disgusting," Romano said. "I don't know how the hell you can eat that crap."
"Dude, it's awesome," America said, taking out another burger and holding it out to Romano. "Here, try one."
"No way in hell. I am not eating that greasy, disgusting garbage. I'd rather eat the tea bastard's food."
America gaped at Romano before his eyes narrowed.
"And what makes you such an expert in food?" America asked.
"I'm Italian," Romano said. "Good food is in our blood. You, on the other hand, wouldn't know good food if it hits you in the face."
"Oh yeah?" America demanded. "And where would you get this 'good' food?"
"At a proper restaurant. One where you need to wait for your food because then you know that you're eating quality food."
"You mean one of those expensive places where you wait forever for your food and then there's barely anything on the plate? No thanks."
"Just goes to show that you have no class."
"Oh yeah? Well, at least I know not to pay a lot for food that is gross."
"How the hell is it gross?"
"Snails…"
"That's French, not Italian. And I'll prove that Italian food is a lot better than that fast food garbage."
"And how do you intend to do that?"
"By taking you to an Italian restaurant after the meeting. There, you'll see what real food tastes like."
"OK, fine. I'll accept your invitation. But you're paying."
"How about a deal? If you end up liking the food, you're paying. If you don't, I'll pay."
"Fine. Deal."
…
Japan had been listening to the conversation, and, master of reading the mood, he could sense some unresolved sexual tension between the two. He had for quite a while, and had been anticipating when it would be resolved.
An Italian restaurant… It had potential. And with the right touch…
He would need to approach Hungary for her expertise.
…
"There they are," Hungary whispered, watching the two enter the restaurant.
"Hungary-san," Japan said, "may I ask why we need the wigs?"
Japan was wearing a wig with slicked back brown hair, while Hungary was wearing one with blond hair tied in a bun.
"We don't want them to recognise us," Hungary stated. "How's your Italian accent?"
"After hearing Italy talk for hours on end, I think I've mastered it," Japan said in a perfect Italian accent.
"Impressive," Hungary said. "I think I have a good Italian accent too, si?"
"Indeed," Japan said. "By the way, how did you manage to convince the manager to let us act as waiters?"
"Oh, let's just say I can be quite persuasive," Hungary said, a too-bright smile on her face.
Japan nodded, knowing that he probably didn't want to know the details.
…
Romano glared thoughtfully at their waiter. He could detect that the Italian accent was fake, and something about the other's eyes seemed familiar. He also thought the voice sounded familiar.
America seemed to think that something was up as well, for he also looked at the waiter.
"Dude, do you know him?" America asked.
"I'm trying to figure that out," Romano said, before he shook his head. "So, bastard, what are you going to order?"
"Oh, um…?"
"Ciao," a waitress said, holding a violin. "Don't mind me. I'm just going to play. By the way, you two make a cute couple."
Both males flushed.
"We're not a couple," Romano said. "I wouldn't want to be with this bastard if you paid me a million Euros."
"Oh yeah?" America shot back. "Well, who would want to date a grump like you?"
Their argument was interrupted when the waitress started to play on the violin, and she had a smirk on her face.
"That is shit," Romano said.
"Yeah," America said. "But it sounds familiar somehow."
The two continued to bicker back and forth throughout the evening, only stopping whenever the waitress would play a new song. It took them two songs to realise that it was all cheesy romance songs. Cheesy and obnoxious.
America was surprised when his plate of pasta arrived and it was loaded with food. Romano chuckled in amusement.
"One thing you should know about Italians, we love our food," Romano said.
"I'm surprised you cater for an American child," America said. "In my country, this is a child portion. You should see the adult portions."
"There's a difference between eating that much junk food and that much good food," Romano spat back.
"Dude, have you ever seen my buffets?"
…
Hungary and Japan stood side by side as they watched the other two nations leave, America having paid for the meal.
"We got a little closer," Hungary said. "Though there's still a lot of work to do."
Japan sighed.
"Are they ever going to get together?" he asked.
"I think so," Hungary said. "America invited Romano to try some of his restaurants."
"I assume we'll be watching there as well?"
"Oh yeah."
The prompt: 'Person A and person B are having an argument about what constitutes "good" food. Person A insists that person B wouldn't know good food if it hit them in the face, and demands to take person B out to a fancy restaurant to prove their point. Person B agrees out of spite. Person C, who not-so-secretly ships A and B, has been listening in on the conversation and follows them to the restaurant to masquerade as a waiter and play obnoxiously romantic music in the background on their shitty violin.'