Disclaimer: I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia.

Um... well, wow. This little drabble took a real dive in writing quality, but I hope you guys are amused by this anyway.

Taste Buds and A Lack Thereof

France and Russia sighed. Once again, America and England had thoroughly derailed an Allied Meeting.

England smirked at America's stupid flabbergasted face before continuing to verbally assault him. "Sometimes I picture you as the diabetic fat person you'll likely be in a few more years on your strictly hamburger diet!"

America gaped, then glared.

"Since we're all sharing our feelings...Those pastries you served me when I visited your house the other day? They tasted like petrified couch stuffing!"

Instantly England was out of his seat choking America. "Those scones were a recipe passed down by my mumsy!" England yelled, enraged.

"Those were supposed to be scones?"

France sighed again, while Russia watched them fight with childish glee. England and America continued to fight for several minutes before France got out of his seat in a huff. "When you two are done releasing sexual tensions, we have got a meeting we need to finish!"

Shocked, England released America. "That's weird... France actually made a rational point!"

America blinked, realizing something. "England, you have a mumsy?"

France looked shocked. Russia giggled. "And here I thought he was just an annoying bastard!"

England stuttered. "Ah... um... what I meant to say was... I... oh, blast all! Shut up! Never mind! Forget I ever said anything, you daft bloody dolt!" he said, taking his seat with a huff. Despite America's and France's prodding, he would not answer the question.

Finally, even America got bored of their little game. "Oh, whatever," he said with a roll of his eyes as he took a seat. France sighed. "Finally..." and stood up to speak.

Russia blinked, as if realizing something. "Nee~, America... how do you know what petrified couch stuffing tastes like?"

It does say in America's profile that thanks to inheriting England's tastelessness he can eat even "strange and inedible" things.

How else did he make it through the Depression?

Fried sofa... Yum, yum.