what is this dammit oh god /FAILS FOR JUSTICE AND FREEDOM AND BURGERS

[lateforthewar]

What's this? Another person in the nexus? And he's sticking out like a big, bold, gold, red white and blue sore thumb.

America himself is seated at a large table in an inexpensive family restaurant, waiting excitedly for the main course he ordered--but not without food, of course. No, he's got an appetizer of large, golden crispy greasy onion

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[ihasastrawhat]

[HEY WHAT'S FOR DINNER. 8DDDDD]

[lateforthewar]

[WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW--burgers, actually. His mouth is full but he's going to wave to Luffy anyway and try to say hello.]

HMMEHLLELFFO!

[ihasastrawhat]

HI!

[And this is the part where Luffy comes over and kind of stares.]

Where'd you get those?

[Because he wants some. Feel like sharing, America?]

[lateforthewar]

[SUDDENLY FLAGS the nearest waiter down

so Luffy

now you've got one gigantic plate of your own and a grinning America sipping on his coke.

HE'S WAITING IN ANTICIPATION.

EAT IT. 8DDD]

[legallymystic]

The smell of the food that lingered in the air alone was enough to make Maya's stomach rumble. She was famished and wanted nothing more than a large, juicy burger. Or several. Several would be really nice, provided her wallet would allow it.

Taking a seat near America and impatiently waits for her service as she watches the man eat with envy.

1/2

[lateforthewar]

[Alfred leans over and takes a long sip of a large coke from a curly red straw.]

Fmmre 'oo ffeer mmfmmr th' mmffod?

2/2

[lateforthewar]

[not giving any time to answer, he swallows!]

Wait, why else would you be here? This is one of my biggest restaurant chains with the best food to offer! Way better than England's.

[stuffs his face again with another onion ring. These things are huge.]

[legallymystic]

Excuse me?

Your biggest restaurant chains...? You mean you own this place?

[An idea]

Does that mean if I'm real nice to you I'll get a free burger?

you do not fail shut up before i brit at you--ohwait

[alwaysrains]

[ He finds himself unable to fathom how on Earth he could have stumbled into such a low-class establishment such as this. He's about to ask himself this very same question when he comes across America; at this point, his only thought is "how so very typical". ]

For goodness' sake--America?

FFFFFF klasdjflsdkfjd; /giggles

[lateforthewar]

[That voice--that ACCENT! America waves his free hand wildly to get England to come over.]

FFMMFHNGLND! MFTS ME! MF'RICA!

hsghfgk why are you so cute ;__;

[alwaysrains]

[ Oh, England sees you, America. But the operative part is whether or not he'll acknowledge you. Have a long, drawn-out sigh of impatience instead.

...

No, he can't resist. England goes over to the table, but lingers just out of range so he can be sure he won't be spat upon. ]

Clear your mouth before you speak, you utter prat. I can't understand a word you're saying.

1/idek

[lateforthewar]

[MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH IS HE GONNA COME OVER?

America stares.]

[onewithkol]

[ I bracket because I am lazy. I mean what.

Russia's just sort of chillin' around, walking by the restaurant when he spots America. He's really making the comment to himself, but whelp. A little too loud it seems. ]

It seems like America wastes no time.

[alwaysrains]

[ ooc: this post isn't really here except KIBY /TOUCHES ]

[onewithkol]

[ ooc; lajsdajdlkjkldjdasj MADISONNNN ]

[alwaysrains]

[ ooc: i c u there being russian 8I ]

that.... username...agfdljkhasg

[tartswithtea]

[THAT SMELL

IT'S... TOO.... AMERICAN.

A woman, in a very British manner, comes in and sits down not too far from America, with a cup of tea and umbrella.

She orders fish and chips--those words exactly.]

bahahahaha |D

[lateforthewar]

[HEY IT'S A LADY. She reminds America of someone...

Aha! He leans forward, peering at her over his glasses.]

Mffhy! [Swallows his food.] You must be from England.

[tartswithtea]

[Turns....

Oh... god.... you remind her of that one nation..... 8||||

Here, have a polite smile--don't ask if she's really putting her heart into it.]

I'm a lot more than just from England, dear.

[lateforthewar]

[HE THINKS SHE'S FRIENDLY. :D]

Oh? [DO go on. You have his full attention. Sort of. He's eating a lot of food, intent and on the edge of his seat.]