Talking with England in the Chapel hadn't exactly been the boost of encouragement America had been hoping, but he couldn't think about that now. He had to put on his best and brightest smile for the meeting he had next, because it hadn't been so long ago that he'd dealt with the USSR that he'd forgotten how those meetings went. America had to make sure he didn't show any outward weakness for Russia to pick up on, because damn it, he refused to approach this as if he needed Russia more than Russia needed him. They may have taken his land and his people, and maybe even his inhuman invulnerability, but America was still America, and damn proud of it!
And when it came to being in good spirits, a pile of cheeseburgers definitely went a long way toward that effort.
Ignoring the nurse's disapproval of his stack of food, and any stray thoughts about how American the whole set-up and selection were, America headed over toward the nation that had once been (and thought he still was) his greatest foe. Finding Russia in a crowd was never hard: isolated and grinning at the weaker ones around him like a cat. America couldn't stand things like that, and he clenched his tray harder, walked across the room with a quicker step. But he refused to let it show, and by the time he'd claimed the spot across from Russia, hopefully blocking his view, America was smiling just as brightly as he had as a colony.
"Hey there, Russia. Is now a bad time?" Obviously America didn't care so much, since he'd already sat down and started munching away on his first cheeseburger. Oh man, evil or not, this place could cook! "I wanted to go over the potential truce, and even nations like us can have a peaceful meal together, right?" So long as America watched out for incoming silverware, anyway. He wasn't going to loose an eye to a plastic spoon.
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And when it came to being in good spirits, a pile of cheeseburgers definitely went a long way toward that effort.
Ignoring the nurse's disapproval of his stack of food, and any stray thoughts about how American the whole set-up and selection were, America headed over toward the nation that had once been (and thought he still was) his greatest foe. Finding Russia in a crowd was never hard: isolated and grinning at the weaker ones around him like a cat. America couldn't stand things like that, and he clenched his tray harder, walked across the room with a quicker step. But he refused to let it show, and by the time he'd claimed the spot across from Russia, hopefully blocking his view, America was smiling just as brightly as he had as a colony.
"Hey there, Russia. Is now a bad time?" Obviously America didn't care so much, since he'd already sat down and started munching away on his first cheeseburger. Oh man, evil or not, this place could cook! "I wanted to go over the potential truce, and even nations like us can have a peaceful meal together, right?" So long as America watched out for incoming silverware, anyway. He wasn't going to loose an eye to a plastic spoon.