usxuk | [ 2 Fanfics] Summer Camp Day 6 (Reply)

Title: Don't believe everything

Author: Snowshoe

Words: 1031

Theme: Day 6 – Fast Food

Note: Wikipedia, McDonald and BurgerKing don't belong to me.

Summary:

America believes that England has no right to harp on about his fast food chains considering that a study says that it's England himself who has the most fast food restaurants per person. England shatters that view. Though it's true.

The taste of herbs hit his tongue mixed with mild milk and just two pieces of sugar. To bring out the tea even more he ate his scones smiling slightly and reveling in the calm tranquility he was experiencing now – the one he often desperately sought after but couldn't find.

It was shattered when he heard his front door banging against the wall and heavy steps thundering on his corridor. The smile fell off his face and seconds later the bloody git insensitive enough to interrupt his afternoon tea barged into his living room shouting at the top of his head.

“ England, you damn hypocrite, you can't harp about me being fat anymore!”

Then America stood still glaring at the Brit who still had the cup lifted to his mouth. Sighing he put the cup on the saucer in his other and set both unto the table. He wasn't even allowed this traditional ritual of his with the little git here to bother him complaining about the issue of fat again.

“ I have no idea what you are talking about again and I'm sure I don't want to know. So if you'd mind leaving me alone, you git? I was busy here.”

America scoffed but instead of getting lost he sat down beside England ignoring the angered stare thrown at him. The wanker even had the audacity to steal a scone of his and blanch at the taste. He didn't need to eat it if he didn't like it!

“ Don't play, innocent, Iggy! And you weren't busy. You were just sitting around here fantasizing about your fairies and drinking tea like the old man you are. I don't really count that as busy. Oh and your scones are trash as always.”

A vein throbbed in his head at those blatant words and he knew, he just knew that his headache would be both severe and long-lived. And even at the threat of being completely blown away by the stupidity the young nation was sprouting he asked what the bloody hell the other had meant with trying to play innocent. And his scones were fine, thank you very much.

He was just stared at incredulously. Then the United States gasped in understanding, surprise and pity and as though he was a father comforting his distraught son he laid his hands on England's shoulders. Shaking his head as if about to do something very hard and emotional he said in slow, deep voice.

“ I understand now, England. You don't have to be afraid of my reaction. You don't need to deny your secret desire anymore. I swear I'll never give it away.”

The expression on America's face was earnest and honest but England really didn't understand what was going on. First the other country was angry, now he acted the part of the supporting friend?

“ I'm sorry I still don't get you, America. What shouldn't I deny and what is my secret desire, anyway?”

His face still earnest the other chirped in a cheerful voice.

“Your love for fast food, of course.”

It was deathly quiet for one shocking moment then England felt the headache worsen and dimly wondered if he would get away with attacking the United States of America with his stored away nuclear weapons and claiming it was an accident as to no cause an international affair. Probably not since not only America would retaliate but Russia would see it as his free-pass to start the Third World War. Nuclear style.

So he made sure to punctuate his words and emphasize certain parts of his sentence to get the message across that hated any form of America's fast food chains like McDonald or BurgerKing. He hoped it would get through that thick head.

“ America, I will say it once again. I. HATE. Your. McDonald's. And. Any. Other. Of. Fast. Food. Restaurants. Are you able to get that in your thick head?”

“ No you don't! It says so in a study I have seen.”

The young superpower frowned as he contemplated his next words shortly.

“ It said that the United Kingdom was number first in the list of fast food restaurants per person. Ergo you have the people who eat the most fast food. Which means it isn't me with that title. In fact, I came in third! Australia was second.”

At that America looked gleeful and relieved at the same time accenting his boyish looks and 'golden boy' – aura wonderfully. It kind of made England mad. So mad that he growled low in his throat startling his former treasure.

“ But my fast food and yours are vastly different. Yours is full of fat and sickness and much too much salt giving your people frequent heart attacks all the time. My fast food doesn't do that and most of my people don't suffer under obesity. Unlike yours.”

The cowed look in America's face didn't make him happy. Which was something he didn't expect. It was full of hurt and childish pain of being scolded and/or refused. And he hadn't been able to stand that look since the early 17^th century when America still had been a little child in need of protection, a guiding hand and lots of love.

Yet he wouldn't back down on this. His fast food was relatively healthy, if not a bit strange he admitted, especially in comparison to America's fast food. He tried to soften the blow by questioning the origin of the mentioned study.

“ Well, I read it on wiki. But now that you mention it there was no source or link given.” He confessed a bit stocking.

England patted the hair of America reassuringly because the younger looked like he had already accepted that study and its result as his new universal truth and now his whole view on the world had changed.

“ Oh, Alfred, don't believe everything you read in the Internet. Sometimes it's utterly bollocks.”

As America pouted and whined he didn't speak out his thoughts. After all, it was true that he had the most fast food restaurants per person. But America didn't need to know that.

Title: The Date

Author: Snowshoe

Words: 1084

Theme: Day 6 – Fast Food

Rating: PG13 due to allusions to sex

Summary:

England and America are celebrating an important event. Due to an mistake they are forced to eat at America's favorite restaurant before going on to watch a movie.

The only things heard in the room were the occasionally scratching of a pen against wrinkled paper and the clicking sounds of quickly tipping words and data into the computer. His eyes stayed glued to the screen and scrolled through the list he was making that detailed the weekly earnings and costs of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

In a short time the last information was tipped into the chart and right on time, the clock announced it was four o'clock, time to stop working on this Saturday. Helpfully a window popped up on the screen cheerfully reminding him that he had an appointment ( no it wasn't a date, it certainly wasn't a date and then a movie and after that his house) with America now.

Sighing he shut down the computer and stood up his joints cracking from sitting too still for a too long time. Hastily he cleaned up his office desk, took his bag and coat and stepped out of his office to quickly hurry to their meeting point.

England was amazed to find the other already waiting there nervously fidgeting around. As soon as America spied him, though, a large grin broke out on his face and he couldn't look fast enough before he was swept into a tight hug.

It knocked the breath out of him but truthfully he didn't mind. Indeed he started hugging back not with the same strength of America yet not feeble and with some strength of his own behind it. That earned him a thousand watt smile from his lover.

“ Hey honey, how was your day in the office?”

He grimaced eliciting laughing from America. But the laugh had a nervous edge to it which let all his alarm bells shrill.

“ Absolutely droll, like it nearly always is. But you wouldn't know, would you? Since you often skip your office days ...”

Then he simply stared at the other ensuring that sooner or later America would cave in. The other had often told him that his eyes sometimes seemed to interrogate him and somehow worm all his secrets out of him. America fidgeted under them.

“ Uh .. oh well, England you see, we have to kinda hurry. I just noticed that the tickets I have are for six o'clock and if we want to eat something before … well, fast food is the only thing fast enough, ya know? And it's not like we'll only have McDonald to choose from. There are plenty of others even though I really, really like it and ….”

That had quelled out of the American in a very fast stream of words. But England had gotten the gist of it. Movie started sooner, if he wanted to eat – and he wanted to since he hadn't eaten anything yet today – then it had to be fast food, preferably McDonald.

Usually he would have kicked up a fuss strictly refusing to even touch that abomination that America liked to call food from that horrid establishment but he didn't want to ruin today so he stopped America's flood of words with a simple “Fine.”

And in five minutes they are at the painted red house proudly carrying the name McDonald and the disgust that that establishment had even taken hold into his culture churned in his stomach. When America asked him what he wanted to order eyes shining bright he chose the first things he saw together with fries and a little garden salad to at least get a bit of vegetables in him.

He could say what he wanted but they received their order quickly – well, the point of fast food was that it was made fast and served fast and that it could be eaten quickly – even though the staff boy was rather rude as he saw two men sitting together close. Perhaps he had seen America giving him a quick peck – translated: a through, deep kiss that others called French-kissing but during such an activity with America he didn't even want to think about the beardie – and was disgusted? That would explain the attitude.

“ Now, Artie, we'll have to hurry a bit. So eat fast, kay?”

Rolling his eyes he bit into the burger he had unknowingly gotten himself and wondered if he would be able to finish it since it was rather large. And the fries. And the salad. He only managed to eat half of the burger, a third of the fries and all of the salad.

America readily took over his rests despite having six burgers, two bags of fries and some potatoes himself already astonishing England once again with his black hole stomach. Pleasantly he said his question of why he could eat so much and why did he like it so out loud.

“Because it tastes good, of course! And don't you think it's great that you get it quickly and relatively cheaply?”

If he wasn't steadfast on avoiding any confrontation between today England would have retorted that while he agreed that it was quick it didn't taste good and ,worse, it killed you quickly because of the fat you collected here.

Yet he remained silent waiting for his significant half to finish. It didn't take long and as they hurried to the movie theater a charming grin was thrown his eyes making him stumble. Chuckling America caught his arm and continued on dragging him behind.

The movie was nearly three hours long and England considered himself impressed by the meticulous animation and likeness to real life even though there was nothing like blue-skinned aliens. But the scenery had reminded him of some fairy gardens he had seen.

When he looked at America to discuss the film with him he was met full force with puppy eyes. Sighing and knowing what the other wanted he resigned himself to another McDonald trip where America stuffed himself full again.

As they stepped out of the hellhole ( in England's opinion) America turned to him radiant in his happiness and threw a soft smile at him. Then he was hugged again – in public! His cheeks colored and when he heard the words that were whispered into his hear his head threatened to be mistaken for a stop sign. They were soon at his home mansion and on their way to their destination.

What a way to end a first anniversary date – with fast food and sex!