Once America thoroughly emptied all cotton candy stands on the premises it was about time for lunch (demanded by Alfred F. Jones himself despite the mountain of snacks he had already consumed). Germany led the way to a dainty cafe in the middle of the zoo, the terrace concealed from the outside world by a fence layered with a thick covering of vines, stretching across the sides and overhead. The cafe was small and the terrace was only big enough to fit the eleven of them so they quickly ordered the table. Prussia sat himself at the head with Canada taking his right and Poland sliding in at the left, Lithuania next to Poland and America opposite Lithuania and next to Canada, not wanting to sit next to America England placed himself next to the Baltic and cursed aloud when France pulled up a chair beside him, smiling coyly. Spain sat beside America and pulled Romano next to himself, cheerily reading out the menu as if Romano couldn't do it himself, he was quickly reprimanded. Germany pulled back the chair for Italy, Feliciano giggled softly and sat down as Ludwig took the seat opposite him, Romano promptly elbowed his brother in the ribs and shot him a warning glare.

"Lovi, behave." Antonio chastised quietly, leaning down to his ear.

"Fuck you." the Italian snapped automatically. Antonio merely chuckled.

"What'cha going to drink?" he asked flipping through the bar card.

"Wine, obviously." Lovino said warily, averting his eyes.

"WASS?! Who dares drink wine in a German establishment?!" Prussia roared from the other end of the table bringing on a stunned silence, Ludwig glanced at his brother his featured stretched into an unimpressed grimace.

"Me, you asshole. I ain't drinking beer." Romano called back; he laid his elbows on the table and leaned forward to look past all the others and straight at the albino at the head of the table. "Italians don't drink beer."

"I'll drink beer!" Feliciano piped up beaming at Ludwig, a small smile graced the blonde's face and he nodded his head in approval. Prussia tilted his head looking expectantly at the older Italian.

"Lay off, Gil, if we all drink beer there won't be enough for you in this tiny place." Antonio asserted draping his arm around the back of Lovino's chair.

"True that!" Gilbert exclaimed, grinning with satisfaction that his drinking prowess was acknowledged. He leaned back in his chair and peered through the glass door waving his arm at the pretty blonde waitress, she smiled shyly and rushed to the table, the glass door slammed behind her and she winced, clutching her notepad to her chest, it wasn't often that she got a tableful of handsome men all at once.

"Vat vould you like?" she asked, choosing to speak English as she had already heard their voices when they came in.

"Everyone's having beer 'cept Italian boy, right?" Gilbert looked over the table majestically as if showing the waitress that he was the boss here.

"No, I am!" Feliciano protested with a pout.

"He doesn't mean you, idiota." said Lovino, sourly looking at Gilbert.

"Das right. So 10 helles' and a-"

"Chianti or something. " Lovino finished off for him.

"Okay. Vould you like to order food now or later?" the waitress asked scribbling down the drinks.

Almost everyone said later however Alfred who had been keeping quiet lately demanded his food right now, the waitress smiled bashfully and went around the table to his side.

"Vhat vould you like to eat, sir?"

"Hmmm," Alfred quickly consulted with the menu, his blue eyes scanning the page thoughtfully," a hamburger." he said simply with a blinding smile, the waitress nodded adding the order to her page.

"10 pints of helles, 1 chianti classico and a hamburger. I'll come back when you decide on your food.."

"Danke shon, Maria." Gilbert grinned glancing at her name tag, flustered she ran back inside.

"Her hair was like very pretty." Feliks said thoughtfully watching her go, her longish bob swaying with her step.

"You've got a very similar haircut though..." said Toris and ran his fingers through Feliks' well cared for, silky hair.

"I know!" Poland sighed happily and leaned in to the touch. The Lithuanian studied him with well concealed curiosity, Feliks was finally paying attention to him despite the Prussian being right next to him, after the events of the day so far they hadn't had much positive interaction but now the Pole was acting normal again, Toris really wondered what was going through his head sometimes.

Maria opened the door with her hip, loaded trays in both hands, glasses of beer rattled as she skilfully set them on the table, letting out an imperceptible sigh of relief.

"Ah, this is music to my ears!" Prussia exclaimed and grabbed the glass closest to him. Spain took a glass of beer then handed Romano his wine gallantly. All the other pulled their glasses to themselves as well.

"I want to say an awesome toast!" Gilbert announced raising his glass, everyone at the table turned to him expectantly, "To mein little bruder und to little Feliciano." he snickered watching Ludwig's flushed face and emptied his glass.

"Gil, we're in a cafe not a bar, there's no race." Francis called out tentatively sipping at his own drink for the toast.

"I'm sorry, Mutter." Gilbert retaliated.

Feliciano's head had shot up when his name was mentioned and he looked wide eyed at the albino, Gilbert grinned toothily at him and winked. Feliciano's heart skipped a beat.

Maria walked back in with America's hamburger, Prussia tapped at his glass and she nodded with a small smile. Meanwhile Alfred gawked at his plate, dumbstruck.

"Why is it so so small?" he stuttered, Spain looked over his shoulder,

"Huh? Looks fine to me." he said.

"Mais c'est Amerique, he probably isn't used to our portions." Francis shrugged, his hand on Arthur's shoulder in case the Brit felt like snapping, and he looked like he did.

"I agree! It's really small!" Feliks cocked his head.

"And what's with all the salad?" Alfred continued picking a piece of lettuce up incredulously.

The waitress came back with more beer for Gilbert and tilted her head in confusion at Alfred's antics.

"Something wrong, sir?" she asked.

"Why's it so small and green? That's not what a hamburger looks like." Alfred complained, Maria looked at loss for words; she opened her mouth as if she was going to say something but quickly shut it again. Matthew tapped her on the shoulder,

"Don't mind him, he's American." he said.

The waitress jumped as if she hadn't noticed him before.

"I'm sorry." she squeaked and set down the forgotten glass of beer in front of the Prussian then hurried off.

All the other nations now blocked out Alfred's complaining as he sulkily ate his European portion hamburger.

"C'mon Lovi, I'll pay for you- what do you want to eat?" Antonio nudged the Italian gently, almost speaking into his ear.

"No, idiot, your economy sucks as it is. I'll fucking pay for us." Lovino mumbled, the look on the Spaniards face could have outshone that of any lottery winners, he almost let out an unmanly squeal.

"Don't get so excited, you can only order like one thing." the Italian scowled shoving the eager man's face away from his own.

"Or we could share, si?" Antonio offered with a smile.

"I don't care just whatever…" Lovino waved him off, "Si, just get something good, okay idiota?"

The Spaniard nodded and flipped open the menu, eager to please.

AN: Oh hello! How long has it been you ask? (or don't ask 'cause I don't think anyone is legitly following xP) Well yeah I know… quite a while… and I am sorry… to top it all of the story has no structure whatsoever whoops… erm, I still hope you enjoy, at least a bitty bit ^^

Love,

Acid