the food on your plate now belongs to the state

[huszar]

The World Meeting is set over a few days, obstinately in order to give each major topic enough time to be discussed; actually because the nations are so prone to distraction that only by giving them the better part of a week will there be a chance that anything actually does get discussed. Today's meeting is over, Hungary is tired of hotel food, and so she's ventured out to an American market—sorry, supermarket. Wow. What would you even do with an aisle full of cereal? There are about eight brands of milk! Is there even a difference? Her plan of finding a snack is quickly falling by the wayside as she's getting more and more trapped in the world of I Guess They've Never Had Food Shortages, Ever. And wow, do they not stock Paprika flavour crisps anywhere?

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[asure]

"Why don't ya?" he says back, "Since ya can't find the chips ya want. And it looks like ya might need something besides that to tide ya over." He emphasizes this by pointing at her basket's contents..

[huszar]

"Like I have the money to waste on unimportant things?" Hungary scoffs, switching the basket to the other hand so it's slightly hidden from view. "My boss gave me barely any spending money for this trip, you know!"

[asure]

"If ya want some snacks, I'm willin' to share," Turkey replies. He's being a little honest here, he's quite alright with sharing some of his snacks, but only if Hungary asks politely.

[huszar]

"Really?" She sounds and looks pretty surprised. First because she hadn't expected something like that of Turkey, and second because with half her life spent living with Austria, frugality is something she's come to expect in general. "Ah, in that case, please get both of these, and I saw some interesting looking ice-cream flavors in the next aisle…"

[asure]

"Of course, I'm a sharin' kind of guy," Turkey says, but as soon as Hungary starts talking about ice cream, he raises an eyebrow. "Oi, how many flavors we talkin' about here?"

[huszar]

"Three or four," she says, with a slightly mischievous glint in her eye. She bites her lip to keep from smiling. "Ah, and what do you think about those weird looking green cakes in the bakery?"

[asure]

"There's a limit to my generosity, remember?" Never mind the fact that Turkey is already walking towards the ice cream freezers, grabbing those bags of chips. If he buys, you definitely have to share that beer!

[huszar]

A single beer seems a fair price for the number of snacks she's trying to force on him, really. She follows him cheerfully, keeping pace. "Don't be silly, you definitely owe me."

[asure]

"What do I owe ya for?" he asks. He looks at the ice cream, figuring if there's anything he wants. He'll deal with ice cream, it's not like he can find any dondurma around their area.

[huszar]

"The battle of Mohács," Hungary says simply, and without much resentment. She'll say one thing for her partitioning, it was so long ago and so many worse things have happened since, that in retrospect, not such a huge deal. She opens up the freezer door, takes a pint of red velvet cake icecream, and drops it into Turkey's basket.

[asure]

Turkey gives her a look that says "Come on, really?" but doesn't say anything out loud. Like it was so bad being part of the Ottoman Empire for a century. He just silently grabs some sherbet and drops it into his basket.

[huszar]

"You try it!" she retorts, getting the implication, more or less, even if her argument doesn't really make sense. Truth be told, no, it wasn't the worst thing that had ever happened to her… but Hungary has a long, long history of rising up in (failed) revolution against her oppressors.

[asure]

He shrugs in response. History is like that, but it's what makes them... well, them. "Any more ice cream you'd like?"

[huszar]

In reply she picks up a big tub of the most sickeningly sweet flavor she can find and dumps it in the basket. "What's the difference between red velvet cake and normal cake?"

[asure]

"Besides the fact that it's red?" Turkey asks as he shifts the basket in his hand so he can have a better grip on it.