My American Oneshot Book

Oneshot 44

Alfred eats a popsicle during a world summit

Crack chapter XD

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It was a simmering, summer afternoon in the Barcelona sun. The nations all had been gathered in that stuffy conference hall for over four hours now, sweating buckets as the repairman tried to fix the air conditioning. England had just finished his presentation and Spain checked the thermometer.

"Tomato bastard, how hot is it now?" Romano was panting as he took a sip of the warm water.

"Hold on, let me see," Spain squinted, wiping the sweat from his brow, "it looks like its 38 Celcius, Lovi," everyone groaned loudly, "lo siento, amigos. It has never been this hot in a while," Spain continued to fan himself with a crimpled up piece of printer paper. America sighed as he had basically stripped himself of his suit jacket and bomber jacket, panting.

"Spain~ It's hotter than Marilyn Monroe in here! Fucking call a break before I have a heat stroke!" America whined. Many of the other nations nodded in agreement, including the ever-stoic Germany was on the verge of passing out.

"Si, you are right, mijo. Be back here in thirty minutes, amigos! Dismissed!" Spain called and all the nations jumped towards the door. America and Canada were hanging out with their cousin Brazil when El Salvador and Mexico came up to them.

"Hermanos~ Primo~" Mexico flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder and began to tie it up in a makeshift bun, "Braz and I were about to go Delacrem down a few blocks! The line is usually very long so we have to hurry if we want to be back in time for the meeting! You three wanna come?"

"Sim!"
"Oui!"
"HELL YEAH!!!"

The five began their trek towards the best ice cream in Barcelona, where they were met with a very long line. The group waited patiently for their turn and finally arrived at the counter after fifteen minutes.

"I am sorry for the wait, how may I help you?" the lovely brunette asked. Maria went first and waved.

"May I have a berry sorbet, por favor?" the woman nodded and Brazil stepped up.

"I'll have an iced expresso, seniorita~" he winked, making her blush.

"Primo!" Maria snatched his ear roughly, "lo siento," she apologized to the girl and dragged Brazil to the pickup counter. El Salvador went stepped up and looked at the menu before speaking.

"I will have a lemon gelato, please," he bowed his head and let Canada go next.

"I'll have that maple ice cream in a cup please," finally America stood at the counter. He was about to order when he saw a clearly hungry girl looking into the window.

"Un momento, por favor," he instructed as he went back outside and knelt beside the girl, "Tienes hambre, chula?" (are you hungry, cutie?) he asked with a soft smile. The little girl nodded and looked to the ground in shame. America gently took her hand and guided her into the shop, "elige lo que quieras," (choose whatever you like). The girl smiled brightly and ordered a bar of coconut ice cream. America nodded and ordered the same thing, starting to pay for the entire group's order.

"Hermano, usted no tiene que pagar!" (Brother, you do not need to pay) Mexico whined as she took a bite of her sorbet.

"está bien, María. Puedo pagar esta vez!" (it is ok Maria, I can pay this time) America smiled and handed the girl her ice cream. El Salvador looked to his phone and nearly choked on his gelato.

"ALFRED! Vamos a llegar tarde a la reunión!" the group groaned and began to run out of the small cafe. America just chuckled and bowed, winking.

 "Gracias!" he yelped to the cashier as he ran to the fleeing group. The group panted heavily as they ran through the streets, making it back just in time for the meeting to start. The countries all took their seats, heaving like wild dogs.

"Ninos, where do you all go?" Spain asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Delacrem, we wanted ice cream, Papi!" Mexico took the last bite of her sorbet before discarding the cup. Alfred sighed and began to suck on his coconut ice cream bar.

"America, no eating un the meeting hall!" Germany ordered, before choking on air. Most of the nations watched as Alfred swallowed the entire bar. It left a small indent on his throat, showing just how far it went down. Some of the creamy, sticky, white liquid got caught on his lips as it dribbled down his chin, fingers, and neck. Without a single moment wasted, he then swallowed the bar whole.

"Happy, Germany?" America quipped back as he threw away the stick. Alfred then sucked the white cream from his fingers and chin, wiping his chest and licking his hand. Most of the nations, even Alfred's family, felt even hotter than before the 30 minute break.

Alfred didn't realize that yes, he did make Germany "happy"

But he made every other nation "happy" too.