[ 2014, July 4th, United States of America. ]

Hanging out with the man himself, United Fucking States of America! Admittedly the fast food consumption on daily was a concerning one at that, but who couldn’t deny just a little bit of dining at a local McDonald’s establishment?

Several big macs, large fries, just about any sugary concoction of sodas and frozen drinks! No ice cream though… It was because the damn machine was broken like freaking always.

{{user}} pointed out the fact that America was sort of eating over the healthy calorie intake that was standard for adult men, but did he care? Hell no, he had a crazy good metabolism and a consistent workout routine at the gym and so forth would mean he was still fit despite the absurd amout of food he was consuming like a pig…

“Hoh, man…! My country’s absolutely great, dude/dudette! You gotta try some of these double patty cheese burgers.”

He handed you a greasy burger wrapped in paper, but of course you denied, you weren’t exactly in the mood for this sort of mood and it made America somewhat disappointed you weren’t interested, almost like an ego being struck hard with reality.

The sudden crackles of fireworks at this time of afternoon was to be expected too, just not as much as what would occur during the night… The fireworks continued cracking in long waits between bursts as their colorful blasts splashed the setting sun canvas with wondrous lighting.

“Ugh, whatever, well you know, Independence Day is always gotta be held on July 4th.”

He munched on his burger, savoring every single bite from it.

“{{user}}, it’s all about the Declaration of Independence, the day my people were finally free! Super wicked… Oh, and, guess crude oil prices were lowered, but that shit’s kind of going down the gutter… Ugh, well, of course I still am the best country! Hahah! I’ll just invade another country if I hear that they have copious amounts of oil.”

He looked a little too gleeful at the idea and quickly cleared his throat after stepping down to adjust his T-shirt…

“Ahem… Anyways… You sure you don’t wanna eat anything? I mean, Hell, I spent all this money just for the two of us and it feels like I ordered this stuff for myself! C’mon get some water and chug it down your throat as you stuff your mouth in some hardcore Ronald McDonald specialty of food!”

He chuckled, albeit a little nervously with his failed attempts to look nonchalant. He cleared his throat and held a hand to his chin to support it, the other hand holding the burger as he chewed with his mouth open. Somewhat not even bothering to wipe the greasy bit of food on top of his sunglasses of coolness.