looks around. How-- can America float through walls?! Who invited him. "I'm not making you anything."

nods, vaguely. "And that's how you walk through walls?"

looks over at his oven. "I have no idea."

thinks America should make his own food.

cannot read minds, so he may never know. So he is just going to sigh. "Fine. What do *you* want, America?"

is sure he will. "Well, the garbage bin is right over there."

"...You don't have very high standards, do you?"

"Like I said, the garbage bin is right over there."

"I don't want my kitchen to explode!"

shakes his head. "I will make mac and cheese if that is gonna float your boat."

replies, "I'll be fine. Just-- go do something that won't set the house on fire."

tends to making the mac n cheese. He goes through some process before he has a pan in the over, moving to the living room.

is going to sigh, because that is what he does best. He plops himself beside America.

glances at him. "You're as exciting as the sack of potatoes that you are."

pushes his arm away. "You can help if you knock on the damn door next time."

figets, but swats at his hand. "I'm gonna go check on the food," he says, hurriedly getting up.

pulls the mac n cheese out of the oven, because it exists now. And he uses mitts so he does not burn his hands off and all that good stuff.

"It's ready."

figures it smells better than a lot of things, but he will not comment. "I forgot--it has to cool."

hopes that America does not drop a petal on the counter. "Do you want something to drink?" He is better off asking now.

"In the fridge, yeah."

waits as well, sighing as he removes his mitts. "Why are you here?"

shrugs. "It's usually when you want something, want to brag, or both."

raises a brow. "And you must be hungry."

"And that's why you're here. Tell your friend to be quiet."

snorts and turns to tend to the mac n cheese, meaning cutting out a square to put it on a plate for America.

holds it out to him with a plastic fork. "Here."

"Eat it at the table."

stands by the counter. And thinks about his life. Damn, it is short.

thinks about things that America could not even begin to understand. Like daytime TV.

is pretty sure daytime TV and America have something in common, then.

shrugs. "I thought you liked watching that garbage."

could say a lot of things, but he does not. Instead-- "Just shut up and eat."

is content with that much. He leaves out the pan just in case America wants to stuff his face any more.

figured that would happen. He finally helps himself to some, sitting across from America.

nods a bit. "You make sure things don't go to waste, so..."

shrugs. "You owe me a lot of meals."

"Just bring me ice cream by helicopter."

"Then make sure you don't do something stupid and put it in the yard."

blinks. "I don't know. Go to the desert and test it."

"Like...kill people?"

rolls his eyes and gets up out of his seat. "Well, I forget-- you could carry it all that far-- couldn't you?"

nods. "You can do that, then."

"Vanilla, please."

finally smiles, a bit. "Do you want any more mac n cheese?"

"Well, you know where it is."

decides to get up and wrap the top of the pan with plastic.

moves back over to the table, pulling out a napkin and setting it down in front of America.

shrugs and points at his own lip. "For your face."

stares for a moment and nods.

is going to look away, as not to be disgusted by the display. "Is there anythin' else you want?"

"Good. You'd be as big as the house, really."

"Sometimes, you are! Go walk it off, fatty!"

is already leaving the kitchen. "Fine!"

begins to run as quickly as he can, bringing a hand up to his glasses now and then.

practically trips over himself, but he keeps going.

keeps his arms close to his body, eyes squinted.

nearly falls over when it is over. It does not seem fair, but he is not about to argue about it.

can tell. "You're the one to talk!" he heaves.

rolls his eyes, giving him a light kick at his leg. "Wh...whatever!"

swats at his foot, pointlessly, before falling onto the grass as well.

is not exactly willing to consent in this high five, but he lifts up his own arm as well. Only to miss Alfred's hand.

's hand ends up in America's face, instead.

pulls his hand back. "You watch it!"

"I didn't mean to!"