The Hetalian Parodies

•Was FINALLY put back up and no I have not updated I am just putting them back up~•

(( ZE AWESOME ME haz decided to make these because I have countlessly made these miniature stories of zem for so long that...I HAD to do this!

Kill me, love me, borrow money from me.

But you CANNOT take my Twix..just no. -_-

Enjoy~

Love,

Sha'MerrMerr))

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Burger Issues:

America and his two friends England and France were at Burger Mart buying the all-you can-eat types of burgers for a certain party they were going to throw. Luckily, America though this was the best place to buy what he thought was 'food' for the party.

"You're kidding me Alfred. We had to bloody come from Paris to New York City to buy putred meat!?" The Englishman looked at America angrily. He hadn't slept in 18 hour flight and twice had the fat lady next to get up, squishing her buttocks with his face twice for the occasional 'number three'. And lets just say, he isn't a happy jolly camper.

"Awh, but seriously Ig, like this is totally worth it! Like, look at this burger! So awesome!" He points at the ginormous burger covered in glitter and rainbows meters away from them. Both the Frenchman and the Englishman stood them sweat drooping like cows how to respond to America's.. well, food.

"W-Well." France patted the small sweat gland forming on his brand new uniform that Poland made the week before, " It looks.. zomething..uh, right England?"

"Uh..., America..."

"Hmm?" America looked at England.

"To be honest," he scratched the back of his neck.," I think it looks like a bag of glittery diarrhea that should be burned and fed to a dead version of Italy."

"WHAT?! That's it.." America charges up the cashier and throws his credit card to the man. I'll show them, he thought."I'd like to buy one of those burgers please." He proudly answered, not showing any backwash thought of giving up on getting the burger for the party.

The cashier blinked looking at him as if he shizzed bricks from the ceiling and sighed, punching in the numbers on his card."Sir?"

"Hmm?" America looked up from staring at a menu of different sized burgers.

"It says that your card has expired..and that you were one of the suspects that stole burgers on sale on black Friday. Sir, I'm going to ask you to leave.."

The American blinked and suddenly busted into laughter. He slammed his fist five times on the counter, jumping small items of burger utensils onto the floor. And when he stopped he asked the man if he was joking. Clearly he wasn't.

America stood silent for a few minutes thinking over what the cashier just said to him. England was on the verge of laughing but Francis felt bad. He didn't like America giving up. He walked up to him and asked if he was alright.

But that ended too soon...The Security came and took America out. France couldn't believe his eyes on how a large controlled country could go ballistic and animal like over a large burger in fifteen seconds. Luckily they brought the 100 pound burger back and America was back where he was: asking for spare change in front of Victoria Secret.

"Spare change? Spare change ma'am?"