England and America fan fiction

England and America fan fiction chapter 1

It was the day of the world meeting, and America and England where walking together to go to it.
Unfortunately he was walking with Arthur, so he had to be there before the meeting even started, which meant no sleeping in.
"Come on Iggy, "the American whined, "can't we at least go to McDonalds real quick? The meeting starts in like an hour!"
Arthur could already feel a head ache coming on so, just to shut the persistent American up he had to cave in." fine! Well go to your little heart attack restaurant! And don't call me Iggy!!"
Alfred's face went from whiny and sad to exited.
"Really, thanks dude!!and I'm never gunna' stop callin you Iggy ya know!"
Alfred put his arm around Arthur, steering him in the direction of the nearest McDonalds. Arthur blushed a little at America putting his arm around him, and looked away.
But he didn't know why, America used to always do this, like if he would be talking to a group of nations and England would stray away  from everybody, America would go out of his way, grab him, pull him in the conversation and talk to him, even though England would call him a 'wanker'.
It took 5 minutes to find a McDonalds, 'since the world meeting was in America'. England chuckled to himself, but then had a little more serious thought,' since when did my old little colony become a super power and so well known? He was so powerful even after his civil war.
"Britain you all good?"America looked at England, concern in his deep blue orbs.
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"Arthur replied smiling.
They were waiting for Alfred's order and once he got his food they took a seat.
"Hey, Arthur aren't you goin' to get anything?" Alfred asked with a mouth of French fries.
"No, thank you" the brit replied. America was waiting for an insult but it never came. But just then America had gotten an amazing idea, well not really amazing but amusing.
England had been thinking about how long it would take for them to get to the meeting when a French fry was quite literally shoved in his face, instinctively, he backed up in his chair, and slapped the French fry away yelling "you daft, git what the bloody hell are you doing?"
Alfred expected it, he had lived with the British man when he was little and he had known how stubborn the man would be about eating any other country's food.
He knew it would happen, and America thought it was kinda cute, well a lot cute!
Just to see the brit get mad over the tinniest things, he couldn't explain it but it made him feel very happy. Even though the insults where mean America would just brush them off, he knew he didn't really mean it.
In the end he smirked,"I just wanted to see ya' eat something, you won't even drink the iced tea!"
"I prefer warm tea." Arthur replied simply. Alfred laughed, and then crammed the last of his hamburger into his mouth.
"Ok, let's go, dude!"
"Finally," England said as he rolled his eyes.