America shrugged a little. "It's nothin'! It's just, even though we're both trapped here, but it's still my place. I can't have a guy over to my place and not take him to lunch, you know?" Then, he leaned in and tapped England in the chest with his wallet. "Besides, I know you'll get me eventually."
"Whaddya wanna eat?" The answer to that question was obvious enough for him - If burgers were an option, that was the answer... But he knew England wasn't quite as fond of them as he was.