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.

"I knew you'd miss my maple bacon, so I brought you some,"

"YOU'RE TOTALLY AWESOME MATTIE!!!" Alfred took a piece and licked his lips, "I LOVE YOUR MAPLE BACON!!!" Matthew cringed at his brother's shouts but chuckled to himself as he watched Alfred take another bite.

"You should be getting ready, you have to be on your float in ten minutes,"

"I am ready, I just need to change. Tony has been working on a teleportation machine, so I can get there in a flash," that's when the small gray alien tugged Alfred's sleeve. The taller looked down and smiled, "welp, it's time for me to head out. Wish me luck, bro!"

"Good luck, Alfie," Canada laughed as he ran off with Tony. Germany walked up to the other with a slight smile grazing his face.

"Vhat vas all that about?"

"Oh, Alfred is just getting ready to be in the parade,"

"PARADE?!" Germany had clearly been drinking to have been so excited. But, it's Thanksgiving, so all was forgiven in the fandom.

"Yeah, there's a parade we normally can watch from the balcony,"

"Vell, let's go vatch it!" Germany dragged Canada to the balcony. Canada was able to nab some crackers from the cheese platter, to hopefully sober up his German ally.

Everybody followed and they saw the multitude of floats in the distance. Giant balloons of characters like Pikachu and Stewie Griffin came into play, the Rockettes performed a few numbers, high school and university bands were marching, and people were cheering the entire time. That's when a Mount Rushmore float came by, and everybody took notice of the 'tourist' on it. Alfred looked up to his balcony and blew a kiss to them. He waved and winked at the crowd, laughing as he continued to pass.

The nations were in awe of just how amazing the parade was. The floats, the music, the energy, it was contagious. They seemed happy to have eaten while watching the parade. As the music filled the house, the nations continued to relax. Alfred got home an hour later, taking the turkeys and hams from the ovens. He set them all to cool for a bit and began to set his long dining table.

Eight sweet potato casseroles, eight green bean casseroles, sixteen bowls of stuffing, twenty baskets of flaky biscuits (or scones if your Britain), fifteen gravy boats, and ten large bowls of cranberry sauce had been placed on the table. Alfred also put six huge platters of fried chicken, nine bowls of mac n' cheese, and three bowls of collard greens on the table. He finally brought out the meat, setting them nicely in their designated spots.

"Y'ALL HUNGRY?!" he screeched.

What followed was an earthquake of nations, seating themselves, and awaiting their host. Alfred chuckled and held his hands out to his sides, everybody joined hands as Alfred said a quick grace before serving everybody food.

"This is amazing, Alfred! I never thought you could cook, aru!"

"Oui, I must agree! Giving zat Britain raised you, it zeems hard to believe you 'ave such talents!" France was roughly elbowed by England, who scoffed at the remark. Alfred laughed at him and looked to the turkey platter, which he purposely set in front of Sadik.

Alfred beamed with pride when he saw all their eyes light up. He was able to only get a single plate with a bit of everything on it by the time he was done serving everyone. He couldn't complain, they loved his cooking and he took that with pride. Even his desserts were not safe, as they were just as quickly devoured by his hungry guests.

"Yo Turkey, pass the turkey!" the elder nations did a full belly laugh as he passed the platter, "I hope that it's not too... Greece-y," the sleepy nations nearly choked on his wine as he laughed. The entire table felt their smiles widen, "why y'all Russian? You shouldn't be that... Hungary," the mentioned nations laughed harder.

"Oh yeah," Canada stood up, "you should really stop before I chuck this China at your face,"

"Uganda be joking, I can't stop! I have a Brazillian ideas," Alfred winked at his cousins, who fell from their chairs laughing.

The Pun War had begun~

"Irish you the best of luck, brother,"

"Same to EU,"

Canada was caught off guard, they hadn't ever used international organizations before.

"You're Ghana regret this, little brother!"

"There is Norway I will, big bro!"

"Woah, Chile out Alfred,"

"How could I when Europe for more!"

Canada took his final bite of pie, looking at his empty plate.

"You should really Czech to see if you have any more pie,"

"I wish I did, but I only have a Cuba sugar left,"

The entire table was dying from laughter at this point, which made the other two smile.

"We should Finnish up," Canada suggested

"Kenya think of any more puns?"

"Nope, Iran out of ideas, you?"

"You're a real Spain, but yes I am done, now,"

The two brothers hugged as they bowed, getting a standing ovation from the other nations. The world went back to eating and Alfred began to clean up the dirty plates. He looked at the table filled with laughter and happiness.

Alfred couldn't help but feel his heart swell. His family, the nations, were all so happy. If every moment was like this, things would be better. But, like any normal family, there are squabbles. Yes, they fight wars. Yes, sometimes they get angry or hold grudges. Yes, immortals don't have normal families.

But they were a huge, accepting, dysfunctional, loud, crazy, happy family.

Alfred wouldn't want it any other way.

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Happy Thanksgiving everybody! Put what you're thankful for here~

I am thankful for my family, friends, as well as all of you! Your support, your comments, and your reads mean a lot! I'm so happy to have you guys, everybody! In a modern world where we often forget what's truly important, we should always remember who and what shaped us. All of you guys have helped me grow as a writer and a person, and for that I am grateful. A special shout out to my sisters in the APS, y'all know who you are ;)

I love you all my starlings!

Kimiko Lee

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