So this chapter is Romeo and Peter's dat~~ cough cough~~ I mean, friendly outing at a diner. Hope y'all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia...

"Just come on, dude!" Romeo cried, tugging on Peter's shirt, trying to get him to enter the restaurant, although it wasn't working. The Italian didn't know what types of strength building exercises his roommate did, but no matter how hard he pulled him, he didn't seem to move an inch. "You said, you'd come to lunch with me."

"Yes, and I will," the blond said, holding his ground.

"Well, then I'm confused," the brunette admitted, letting go of the shirt and pointing towards the diner they were standing outside of. "Because lunch is in there and we're out here."

"But I do not want to eat there."

"What? Do you mean at a food pl- I'm sorry, a restaurant? Where'd you think we'd be eating? Wait, hold on second. You didn't think we were going to go all caveman on this lunch, and go out to the woods and kill a deer and cook it, right? Because dude if that was your plan, I'm sorry to inform you that I just got my hands manicured, okay?" Romeo clarified, showing off his nails. "And I refused to get these bad boys dirty."

"What? No, that is not it!" Peter explained, turning to look at his roommate.

"Then what is it?"

"I refuse to eat a place simply called Food, okay?!" the Sealander cried, pointing up to the flickering neon lights on the top of the diner that spelled FOOD. "What kind of name is that?"

"Really, dude? That's your problem? The title of the restaurant?" the Italian asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're too judgemental, man. And I, for one, think it's an excellent name! It's short and sweet, you know? Straight to the point. There's no confusion about anything! Nobody will ever drive by this place and look at this diner and think 'I wonder what they sell there?' No! It will not happen!" he yelled, clapping his hands on each syllable for emphasis. "They will know exactly what kind of establishment these people are trying to run here and they'll appreciate that there were no gimmicks, no games, no tomfoolery, just food! You know, the people who opened up this restaurant knew exactly what they wanted and they went after it. They're kind of an inspiration to me in that way," he finished, wiping away a tear.

"Are you- Are you crying?" the blond questioned, putting his hand down.

"No, no I'm not," Romeo denied, looking away, sniffling away a tear. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry."

"You promised yourself you would not c- when did you promise yourself that?!"

"Dude, I don't want to get into it," the brunette said, taking a napkin out of his pocket and wiping the water off his cheeks. "I get real emotional about these things. Just give me a second."

"What is going on he-"

"I said give me a second, man!" the Italian interrupted as he finished wiping his face off. "There, all better. So, do you want to go in now?"

"What? No! I do not want to go ther- wait, did you see that?" Peter asked, pointing to the neon sign again, noticing a letter had completely turned off. "Now, it just says foo! I am not eating at a place called foo!"

"Well, will you eat a place called fo?" Romeo questioned, glancing at the sign. "Because the second O just went out also."

"What?!" The blond looked up again and saw that only two letters were still flickering. "That is just ridiculous."

"Let's just go in now, okay? 'Cause if we wait any longer we're probably going to be eating at a place called F."

"I do not want to eat here at all though," the Sealander stressed. "What part of that do you not get?"

"Pete, you promised you'd a-"

"Whoa, hold on a second," the blond interrupted, making a timeout symbol with his hands. "Did you just call me Pete?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Do not call me that."

"Why not?"

"It is not my name."

"Maybe, but I think it suits you."

"No, Peter suits me. That is why my parents gave me that name."

"Oh come on Pete, don't be like that."

"Stop calling me that!"

"Or what? You'll call me by a name I don't want you to? God forbid, you start calling me by my first name, Michelangelo, even though I told you not to."

"No. I will call you by another name. Let's see, your name is Michelangelo..." Peter thought about it for a second. "I got it. I will start calling you.. Michelanga," he smirked.

"Michelanga?" the Italian repeated.

"Yes, what do you think about that?"

"Hmmm, Michelanga..." Romeo pondered the name for a moment. "I like it!"

"Ha! Perhaps now you will think twice be- wait." The blond paused, realising what his roommate had said. "What?

"I said, I lik- no, love it! It's so catchy and it describes me perfectly. You know, nice and sophisticated but still a bit dangerous. I think I'll start asking people to call me that."

"What? How is th- I do-" The Sealander took a deep breath "There's just no winning with you is there, Michelangelo?" he asked.

"Abupabup," the brunette said, raising his hand in front of him. "It's Michelanga now."

"I am not calling you that."

"Awww, but I'm used to it now," the Italian groaned.

"How are you used to it already? I literally gave you that name one minute ago!"

"So? It's still a great name."

"You know what? Just forget it," Peter dismissed, deciding that it was useless to argue about it.

"If you say so. Let's go inside now," Romeo suggested, turning around to enter the restaurant as he looked up to check the sign. "Hey, will you look at that? The D is on again. Now we're eating at Fod. That's better than Fo, right?"

"No! It is not! I still do not want to go inside! Let us just eat somewhere else, okay?" Peter argued.

"No dude!" the brunette cried, turning back around. "You said you'd let me show you how to have fun again. Well this is part of the process! If you don't go with me inside this fo- restaurant, then you really are a stick in the mud."

"Hey! I will have you know that I am no stick in no mud! I am one of the most funnest people you will ever meet!"

"Then prove it! Enter the diner, Pete! Enter Fod!"

"Fine! I will," the blond cried, walking past the man and into the diner. Romeo strolled in after him. They looked for an empty table before finding a booth by the window.

"Ready to have the best meal of your life?" the brunette asked, smirking as they sat down.

"I have already had the best meal of my life," the Sealander replied. "I was twelve years old and my mom made the most amazing tuna casserole. So unless they have that here, I find that pretty impossible."

"Dude, stop," the Italian ordered, shaking his head. "Just stop."

"What?"

"I'll be your waiter for the evening," a man said, approaching the booth with a two menus and a notepad in his hands. "My name's Kevin."

"Cool, my name's Michelanga," the taller man introduced, motioning to himself before pointing at his roommate. "And this here, is Pete."

"His name is actually Michelangelo and mine is Peter, with two syllables," Peter corrected. "Write that down."

"Umm.. it's okay," Kevin began. "I don't really need to know your n-"

"Eh!" the blond cried, glaring straight at the waiter. "Write it down. I will not have anybody else calling me Pete today."

"Man, just accept it," Romeo sighed. "It's caught on already. Everyone is calling you Pete now."

"No, they are not! It is only you!"

"Okay fine. Everyone important is calling you Pete now."

"I don't want to interrupt you guys, but here are your menus," Kevin said, putting them on the table. "I'll be back with some water," he explained, walking away.

"The only thing that'll salvage this lunch is the seared scallops I am ordering," Peter claimed, reaching over and picking up a bill of fare. He scanned the menu but couldn't find the dish he wanted. "I do not see it."

"Huh?" the Italian asked, already nose deep in his own menu. "What'd you say?"

"I said, I do not see seared scallops on the menu."

"Oh yeah, they don't sell that here. Did I not mention that?"

"No, you did not! You promised me I could get seared scallops! That is the only reason why I came! If I can not get them, then why am I even here?"

"To have fun. You're here to have fun. Besides, I thought you would've figured that out by now. I mean, did you really expect a place called Fod to sell a fancy and upscale dish like seared scallops. Man, we'd be lucky if they seared anything here. Matter of fact, we'd be lucky if they even cooked our dishes separately instead of throwing everything in a big pot and boiling it," the brunette finished, chuckling

"Wait. Do you mean to tell me that they actually do that?"

"No, dude. I'm just kidding," Romeo clarified, shaking his head. "But I should know better than to joke with you."

"Here are your waters," Kevin said, suddenly appearing by the booth again and putting two plastic bottles on the tables.

"What?" Peter asked, picking up one of the water bottles. "You are giving us this? No cups? Have you no class?"

"Ah perfect," the Italian smiled, grabbing one of the waters and taking a huge swig from it. "This place is always so reliable."

"Class?" the waiter repeated, raising an eyebrow. "I feel like you don't know the name of this diner is Food."

"Actually, for the moment, the name of this establishment if Fod," the brunette corrected, putting his drink down. "In any case, let's just order our food now."

"Okay." Kevin agreed. He took out a pen and notepad. "What do you guys want to eat?"

"I'll have the burger, my good man."

"Excellent. And, you sir?"

"Well, I wanted to have seared scallops," Peter began, glaring at his roommate. "But since that is literally off the menu, I do not know what to get."

"Just get what I'm getting; a burger," the Italian suggested. "It's probably the best thing they have here."

"What? And clog all my arteries by the time I am twenty-five? No thank you."

"Oh come on dude, lighten up. It's just one burger. It won't kill you."

"Mmhm. That is what they all say."

"Pete, you said you were going to have fun with me today; have the burger."

"Ugh, fine," the blond reluctantly agreed. "I will have the burger also then."

"Great," the waiter nodded, writing down the order. "I'll be with you again soon." He put the paper and pen in his apron and walked to the kitchen.

"Now you're having fun, man," Romeo smiled. "I knew you could do it."

"What? Was I not being fun before?"

"No. Not really."

"Oh," the blond let out. He didn't expect the man to be so blunt. "Well then."

Their food came a few minutes later and Peter ended up loving the burger so much that he ordered one to take home. Romeo paid for their meals and they began to leave the restaurant.

"I told you you'd like the burger," the Italian smirked, getting up from the booth. "But did you want to try it? Nooooooo."

"You do not have to be so arrogant about it,"the Sealander said, grabbing his styrofoam container as he also got up.

"Oh but I do," brunette grinned, jumping up and down, pointing at the younger man as he started to sing. "~I was right, you were wrong. You liked the buuurrgeeeerr~"

"Just shut up," Peter instructed, trying to not to smile at the comical sight on front of him but failing miserably.

"Dude... dude, are you smiling?" Romeo asked, noticing the grin on his friend's face as he stopped hopping. "You are smiling, aren't you?!"

"What? No," the blond denied, turning his head, trying to hide his face. "Do not be ridiculous."

"Awww, Pete don't deny it! You're having fun."

"No, I am not," blond said, his smile fading away as he looked back at the man.

"Whatever, I know what I saw. You were enjoying yourself."

"If that is what you want to believe. So, we are we going next?"

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