Chapter 9: Edible Charcoal?
Germany finally stopped driving at a large mansion in America. He opened the door for (Y/n) and led her to the front door ,"Alright so remember that the Allies can be a bit.....hectic. If you don't like it there call Prussia and he'll come get you, understood?", Germany explained, getting a nod from (Y/n) and then he knocked on the the door. America opened it with an award-winning smile,"Sup' little dudette! ", he then took her inside while closing the door right on Germany's face before he could say a thing,"So this is our place! Pretty cool, huh? So just make yourself at home and dinner will be soon!", he picked her up and carried her to the guest room.
After a while (Y/n) heard yelling, being the curious 6 year old she was, she walked down the stairs to see China, England, Russia, France and America arguing over what seemed like a plate of charcoal ,"Angleterre (England) you can't feed (Y/n) those rocks you call "scones"! You'll poison the poor girl!", France shouted pointing to the charcoal (scones),"Right I agree! I think we should give her a traditional Chinese meal, aru!", China protested ,"No way dudes! The Dudette would probably want McDonald's!", America did in his 'hero' voice,"That is stupid idea,da?", Russia said with a smile,"Look there's (Y/n) now! Want do you want to eat?", England asked. (Y/n) hesitated before pulling a tuppleware container of pasta Italy had packed her ,"In case they spend too much time arguing to feed you!", he had said ,"PASTAAA!!", she shouted giggling a bit ,"Oh god no. She's turning Italian...... ", England muttered.
That night (Y/n) ate her pasta while the five males argued on over random things
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