Fresh Hetalia One-Shots! (Taking Requests)

An Emergency - America & Romano

It was currently two-forty in the morning. And Lovino's phone was currently ringing off the hook. He grabbed a pillow from the hotel bed and put it on top of his head, trying to block out the annoying ringtone that has replayed many, many times. This was the seventh time his phone has went off, and what sucks the most is one, the next morning is a world meeting at eight in the morning, and two, he wasn't at home in Italy. Instead he was stuck in a stupid hotel in bland England. Fun right? No. No it wasn't. But once his phone went off he peeked out from under the pillow.
"Maybe he's finally fucking done blowing my phone up."
Lovino hisses, and the phone remained silent. He let out a sigh of relief and got comfortable. And just as he was about to fall asleep, the stupid phone started ringing for the eighth time.
"FIGLIO DI PUTTANA!!"
Lovino yelled, throwing a pillow at the phone, almost knocking it off the small nightstand. He groaned and flopped his head face first down on the pillow as he reaches for his phone, picking it up and answering.
"What could possibly be more important than sleep right now stupido!"
Lovino barked first thing as he raised his head off the pillow with one hand.

"I need mac and cheese dude! And everyone knows you Italians are the best with pasta stuff! Come on, help a guy out!"
An obnoxious voice rang through the other end of the phone.

Lovino sits up and was about to snap at the American on the other end before wiping his hand across his face and sighing.
"Alfred. I told you to only call me during an hour like this if it's an emergency."
Lovino slowly explains through gritted teeth, he was beyond annoyed.

"But bro! It is an emergency!"
Alfred whines, sounding like a kicked puppy.

"How is needing mac and cheese an emergency? Let alone when it's almost three in the morning! Plus you're literally an adult, you can do it yourself."
Lovino groans, covering his head with the pillow as the phone is on speaker.

"Because dude! It's my comfort food! And everyone knows you're the best at it!"
Alfred basically yelled over the phone, before actually getting quiet.
"Aaaand plus someone just tried to kill me five minutes ago.."
The American mumbles over the phone.

Lovino lifted his head again and looked at the phone, sighing before getting up off the bed. He put the phone on mute and mumbles as he slips on his dark red robe and white slippers.

"Hello?"
Alfred's voice rang from the phone again, and the Italian ignored him.

Lovino grabbed the key card to his hotel room, before leaving the room. He walked down to the end of the hall, and knocked on the last door. When the door opened he crossed his arms.
"You are the worst lier I've ever met. Now move."
The Italian pushed the taller American out of the way and headed straight to where there was food items stacked on a small table.

"Yeah I've heard that before. Thanks for showing up though Lovi."
Alfred nervously says, rubbing the back of his neck and he shuts the hotel room door.

"...What...The fuck is this!"
Lovino scowled, holding up a small container of mac and cheese that only needs water, warmed, and dusty cheese powder to pour into it. Stir. Boom.
"This is an insult to every Italian on the planet!!"
He yells before throwing the container at Alfred.
"Are you trying to kill me?!"

Alfred was about to say something before he got hit in the face with a plastic container of mac and cheese. He laughs a little, shaking his head.
"You never change."

"Says the one who eats junk food all the time."