Romano eyed the hamburger on the table. Just sitting there in its greasy splendor, the crisp lettuce and melted cheese poking through the bun, said bun toasted.
Disgusting.
A McDonald’s coke sat alongside it, the fizz making a faint hissing sound as it met the air. The Italian cautiously poked it, as if expecting it to move on its own, and he frowned. He looked to the left. He turned his head, his curl bobbing in unison, to the right, making sure no one was around to see what he was about to do. When he was certain no one was there, he hurriedly grabbed the burger and took a huge bite. The different tastes exploded in the cavern of his mouth, making him close his eyes in relish. He licked his lips, savoring the first great taste of the meal. He started in on the fries next, cramming the golden crunchiness into his mouth.
Funny, though. He called Germany “Potato-Bastard”, but he himself ate them too… oh well. He licked his fingers free of the salt, and started in on the drink, slowly draining the soda.
America watched through the video camera he had set up in Romano’s room. He had tissues stopped up his nose to stop the nosebleed he had when he saw the cute but grouchy Italian grab the burger. He envied that burger. Grrr. He shot up from his chair, and walked down the hallway towards Romano’s room. Maybe his lips would taste like hamburger too…only one way to find out!
----Ohonhonhonhon X3-
Um...I wrote this in Computer class.
Still in there now.
Hasta la Pasta!
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First Sight
FanfictionA series of Hetalia crack parings. XDI DO NOT OWN HETALIA. I WISH I DID, BUT I DON'T.
