"It is okay Amerika, I have no qualms about waiting." Russia said happily and for all of five minutes he waited before Germany announced the lunch break and America grabbed his arm and ran out the door.
"I am sooooo~ hungry~" America said as the exited the meeting area and ran out the building. And it was true, the poor little American wasn't able to eat during the meeting because he was too busy making sure the Commie bastard didn't do anything too him and then he got so caught up in trying to decide where he wanted to eat for lunch and then he only had a small breakfast... of twenty pancakes, 6 sausage links, 10 pieces of bacon (American bacon, not Canadian because that was just ham) 3 eggs and a bunch of toast... and some of his hamburgers.
They didn't stop until they made it to the small cafe joint and America waved to the cashier, it was true what they said about Americans being personality people, not service. That was something Russia was going to keep to himself as a note, in case he might need it later. They sat at a table next to a window, and America began to play with the napkins that were set there.
"So..." America began, "What did you want to talk about again?" he asked.
"Just wanted to get to know you." Russia said.
"Well, answer the question I asked you early." America said, "What are you?"
Looking around to make sure no one was listening Russia explained, "I am Russia, a nation in the north-east; the biggest country in the world."
"No!" America sighed, it was obvious the Co-- Russia had no idea what he was talking about. "I meant, your government; if you aren't a commie, then what are you?"
"Oh!" Russia smiled, "I am a Federal semi-presidential republic..."
"..... a what?" America asked, "That makes no sense whatsoever! Dude, you suck!" America pouted, what the hell was a federal semi-presidential republic? And why'd it sound fucked up?
....... Whatever, right?
"A Federal Semi-Presidential Republic..." Russia repeated slowly.
"I heard you the first time." America insisted, "It's just weird." Yeah, he was just going to keep calling him a Commie Bastard as it made more sense to him.
"Ok~" Russia sang again and finally a waitress showed up, but that was probably due to the evil aura that was being given off by both countries.
Re: Bets (2.2/?)
"It is okay Amerika, I have no qualms about waiting." Russia said happily and for all of five minutes he waited before Germany announced the lunch break and America grabbed his arm and ran out the door.
"I am sooooo~ hungry~" America said as the exited the meeting area and ran out the building. And it was true, the poor little American wasn't able to eat during the meeting because he was too busy making sure the Commie bastard didn't do anything too him and then he got so caught up in trying to decide where he wanted to eat for lunch and then he only had a small breakfast... of twenty pancakes, 6 sausage links, 10 pieces of bacon (American bacon, not Canadian because that was just ham) 3 eggs and a bunch of toast... and some of his hamburgers.
They didn't stop until they made it to the small cafe joint and America waved to the cashier, it was true what they said about Americans being personality people, not service. That was something Russia was going to keep to himself as a note, in case he might need it later. They sat at a table next to a window, and America began to play with the napkins that were set there.
"So..." America began, "What did you want to talk about again?" he asked.
"Just wanted to get to know you." Russia said.
"Well, answer the question I asked you early." America said, "What are you?"
Looking around to make sure no one was listening Russia explained, "I am Russia, a nation in the north-east; the biggest country in the world."
"No!" America sighed, it was obvious the Co-- Russia had no idea what he was talking about. "I meant, your government; if you aren't a commie, then what are you?"
"Oh!" Russia smiled, "I am a Federal semi-presidential republic..."
"..... a what?" America asked, "That makes no sense whatsoever! Dude, you suck!" America pouted, what the hell was a federal semi-presidential republic? And why'd it sound fucked up?
....... Whatever, right?
"A Federal Semi-Presidential Republic..." Russia repeated slowly.
"I heard you the first time." America insisted, "It's just weird." Yeah, he was just going to keep calling him a Commie Bastard as it made more sense to him.
"Ok~" Russia sang again and finally a waitress showed up, but that was probably due to the evil aura that was being given off by both countries.