My American Oneshot Book

Thanksgiving Special~

The nations react to all the Macy's Day Parade and Alfred's cooking~

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYBODY~

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Alfred was a party nation.

He hosted the funniest raves, the classiest galas, and the most divine dinners. Alfred lived for social gatherings, he lived for fun, he lived for entertainment. The nations, even in times of tension, would always attend his parties. America was a nation that was on a first-name basis with everybody, so nobody felt threatened by his presence despite his strong aura. Every event that he hosted was gladly written into the schedules of his peers, as his parties were also known to be filled with food.

Oh lord, the copious amounts of food this man would have at his events were delicious! No matter the occasion, he spoiled his guests rotten with top-notch treats and made their tastebuds tingle. America may have been raised by Britain, but his heavy influence from France, China, Italy, and Germany also helped him in his culinary adventure. He was also known for the comfort food he would make, courtesy of the Southern states. America would often snack for days on the leftovers, because he was always so hungry.

Hey, he's a big nation! We don't judge a nation by their appetite in this fandom!

Anyway, it was that magical time a year when Alfred went crazy. It was Thanksgiving week and he had sent out invitations to his big Thanksgiving feast! His Manhatten penthouse was perfect for overlooking the entire road below, and since it was a spacious three floors, it was able to fit all the nations.

The moment Alfred's invitations were received, the RSVPs came in like rapid fire. Everybody happily accepted his invitation to his Thanksgiving Feast. The following week, everybody showed up to his lovely penthouse, being politely greeted by their host. All their cozy attire made Alfred beam with happiness. After all, since when do you see China in a sweater instead of his suit or pinyin?

As England and France arrived, the two couldn't help but take a deep breath. The air in America's house smelled, much like the nation himself, cozy. It was like warmth from the inside out that made your heart flutter. There was vanilla, spices, herbs, and pine. The aromas swirled around the air, making the two father figures nearly melt.

"Lad, your house smells bloody amazing!"

"Thanks, Iggy! I've been preparing all morning! I've got a few pies in the oven, so they can cool by the time I have to serve them,"

"Why don't you just put it in-"

"Iggy, if you dare to suggest I put my precious pies in my fridge, I will stuff you in the turkey," Alfred's aura seemed darker with the threat, making the elder gulp.

"Honhonhon, 'e is right, Arthur. When cooling desserts, you should never put zem in ze fridge. Zey get a nasty taste to zem if you do!"

"Thank you, Francis!" Alfred dramatically gestured, as if his inner France was coming to the forefront. England groaned and facepalmed, muttering under his breath as he walked inside. Francis and Alfred winked at each other, laughing as Alfred let France in.

Another hour of this passed as Alfred continued to cook. He had taken the pies out of the oven and set them to cool on a high shelf. He served some appetizers like baked brie, stuffed jalapenos, deviled eggs, a huge cheese platter, some pigs in a blanket, salsa with chips, a vegetable platter, and even some miniature meatballs. 

He had just put the four turkeys and four hams in the oven when Canada finally arrived, bringing with him a dish of bacon. Alfred's eyes lit up and Matthew smirked, taking off the plastic wrap that covered the plate.