"America, can you quit with the window shopping," Mai sweat-dropped, "And stop staring through the glasses of restaurants! People are trying to eat!"
"I can't help it," America (or Alfred, whichever you want), whined, "It's just that I haven't been here in a while 'n stuff! Plus, that food look good!"
It hasn't even been an hour and Mai was already scolding Alfred.
"Give me some money! I'm gonna buy some food!" America said as his face was fully against the window. A child ran to his mother once seeing America, exclaiming that he finally knew how a crazy psychopath looks like.
"You just ate like 3 minutes ago!" Mai exclaimed.
"But I'm hungry! 3 minutes is a long time!" America exclaimed, "The Hero is hungry!"
"Japan-onii-san! Knock some sense into this American!" Mai huffed.
"A-A-A-Ah, w-w-well..." Japan, Kiku, stuttered, probably not knowing what to do in this situation.
"Diyos, Alfred," Philippines, Maria Clara, sighed. "It's fine, Tokyo, I- I have money. So I'll pay."
"How did you get the money?" Mai asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.
"This boy gave me his number and 1,000 yen... He just left a while ago," Philippines said with a smile. Ah, Filipina charm, Mai thought. She glanced at America, who's expression seemed to change drastically. He had a hard stare, which was directed to Philippines, but it didn't last long.
"Somebody is jealous~" Mai whispered playfully to America, a smirk on her face.
"Pfffft! Me? Jealous? The hero never gets jealous!" America exclaimed.
"Um, guys? Hello? Do you still- I mean like... Okay, fine, ignore me. I'll just keep all this money to myself..." Philippines muttered to herself, sulking in the corner of the street moments later.
Spain noticed the sulking Filipina and smiled, patting her back, "It's okay, hija! Papa's here for-"
"Get your hand off me before I chop it off."
The Spaniard retreated his hand, raising them both in defense. "Lo siento?"
Suddenly, an ice cream truck drove by, stopping not-so-far from the group. "Ice cream! Ice cream! Get your ice cream! Now with new mango flavor! アイスクリーム! アイスクリーム! あなたのアイスクリームを入手! 今、新しいマンゴー風味!"
"MY MANGO SENSES ARE TINGLING," Philippines shouted and ran off.
"I don't even remember ice cream trucks going around the city," Mai sweat-dropped. Slightly weary of the time, she glanced at her watch. It was a quarter to 10. They still had over 8 hours to themselves... I'm going to show that American that my place is not all about food! Mai thought. "Hey, America-" she paused, noticing the lack of America in their group. "Where's America?"
"Isn't he with you?" Philippines asked, taking bite of the ice cream in her hand.
"He was here a second ago." Japan stated, "Where could he have gone?"
Mai groaned.
"Oh my gosh, what has this idiot gotten himself into now?"
"Officer, I am completely serious! We need to find him now! He's all alone, probably scared or pissing his pants, trembling in fear as the city closes in on him..." Mai begged, "Plus, we have a flight to take in 8 hours!"
The officer stared blankly at Mai, who had her hands on his desk and leaned forward, using her best puppy dog eyes. He sunk back into his chair, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I only asked for his age, ma'am."
