Author's Note: Today, a great tragedy has happened - The Hostess company, the company that makes our Twinkies and Ding-Dongs, is going out of business. Let us have a moment of silence for these great treats.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
It was a rainy day in England as America sat in Heathrow Airport, waiting for a taxi to England's house to arrive. America was in London to pay England a "friendly visit" that the Brit didn't know about.
"Yo, do you have any American snacks?" America asked the clerk at the duty-free shop.
"American snacks? You might want to buy some Twinkies, since I heard they may not make them anymore," The clerk replied.
"They're not making Twinkies? You're joking, right?" America asked. Being that he had seen some ridiculous rumors in his life (that may or may not have come from Snopes), America just had to verify that this was an odd rumor.
"No. The company is shutting down," The clerk explained as he handed America a newspaper, which had the headline of Hostess Company to Shut Down! What Will Become of Twinkies?!
"What the hell?!" America cried as he dug around his pockets for his cell phone. When he found it, he called the first person that came to mind. "Iggy, change of plans. I'm not coming over to visit. I have to go home."
"Look, you bloody git. You're supposed to be in London for a G8 meeting, not to visit me. You have to stay in London."
"I can't stay! I need to go back home! It's an emergency, England!" America yelled, on the verge of sobbing.
"Okay, okay, I'll let you go take care of this emergency. What's going on?"
"The Hostess company is shutting down for good, man! That means no more Twinkies, no more HoHos, no more Ding-Dongs, and no more Wonder bread and its kick-ass packaging!" America sobbed, not sensing that England was facepalming on the other line.
"You're skipping the meeting because a snack factory is shutting down? America, you are truly a bloody git. Now I see why you're getting fat."
"I'm not fat, Iggy! I'm pleasingly plump!" America argued.
"You're still going to the meeting anyway. No excuses, no exceptions."
In the end, America still had to go to the meeting. But, he did the sensible thing and ordered a hundred boxes filled with Twinkies, Ding-Dongs, and other Hostess treats on his phone. When he got home, America planned to put all of these snacks in his freezer so he could have them for a long time.
Ending Note: Of course, America would flip out when he finds out that the Hostess company is shutting down.
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