[untitled; wip]
This is an excerpt from accioharo's help_japan prompt. I knowww the excerpt itself won't makes sense with the prompt, but it does tie in, and it's ... easy enough to understand on its own. (Also, the gif is just kinda random, but England's adorable, so I'm okay with that. ♥)
And now, without further ado. An excerpt.
"Hey, England?"
"What is it now, America?" England sounded slightly exasperated, now.
"Why did they give me a medium instead of a large? And why do I only have one Big Mac, instead of 4?"
"I didn't order you a large; I ordered you a medium, and I only ordered one."
The words processed themselves several times over in America's head, but he was sure he still wasn't understanding them right. It was likely just a misunderstanding, right? Sure, England could be a little cold, or mean spirited (and America meant that in the most endearing way possible), but surely…. Surely his boyfriend wasn't that cruel. "But I said I wanted four large Big Macs…!" America shot his gaze to England, their eyes finally meeting for the first time since England had returned.
"I'm well aware of what you wanted," he said, preparing his own food. (One McDouble and value fries, please.) "However, I thought it prudent to make you start cutting back, considering one of the topics of the next meeting."
"There's a difference between cutting back and starving your boyfriend of nearly seven decades!"
"Oh, shut your mouth or fill it with food! I do not feel guilty!" England took a vicious bite of his burger, chewing thoroughly, America noticed.
With a pout in place, America glared back as he ate. Between bites he made small side-comments, like, "Unkind old man," "Just because he can't handle awesome food like me," and, "Out to starve me." He finished his Big Mac quickly—far faster than England, who was only three bites into his—and scarfed his fries down before just as rapidly depleting his cup of its carbonated contents. England had frozen mid-bite, watching as America took his words literally. America stared back, still pouting, arms crossed. "What?" he asked petulantly.
England placed the burger down. "First, if you took your time to eat then perhaps you wouldn't be quite as hungry and feel the need to order four already enormous meals." He picked up a fry, looking at it as he turned it in his fingers. "Second, I know I taught you better manners than that; use them when I'm here, at least, and third…." England looked back up to America, and grinned something small out of the corner of his mouth. He took his fry, and swiped it across America's bottom lip. "You had Big Mac sauce on your lip. You don't need to be sloppy, no matter the speed at which you eat."
