"It is more likly to target happy memories." Canada said seriously, "And not all people get heart attacks in old age." He gave a grin, "I'm sure that if I get diabetes I find some way to stop it, because I can't live without syrup."

"Mmm...well that's not too much of a problem either. I don't have many of those yet." He shakes his head a bit. "You can't stop diabetes unless you stop taking in sugar or much of it."

Canada gave the Confederacy a hard look, "Well we'll just have to fix that." It would not do for a nation not to have many happy memories. Canada knew wars and strife were nessiary but he also knew that peace and happiness were important also. "Fine you win." Canada said conceeding defeat, "I have nothing against that, so let us just hope neither or us gets either."

William just lifts an eyebrow at the look. He hasn't been alive long and the short time he has been alive was war time and that only. And he still hasn't fully recovered from the war. "Yep, hoping for that too since I won't be able to just quit bacon or anything."

"And I'm not quiting my syrup." Canada said decisivly and took a swig of coffee. "Bacon and syrup is good you should try it some time." Canada said looking at the Confederacy's bacon.

"Never said you had to. Most people don't listen to doctors anyway." He shrugs. "And I only like that with eggs too." He puts syrup on bacon AND eggs, but both are required. "But it is good."

"Your loss," Canada says. "and what type of desert do you want?" He asked the Confederacy. "They live up to their name in that area too."

He blinks and shrugs a bit. He likes desserts in general, but rarely actually gets and eats them. "What kind of desserts do they have?" He tilts his head a bit. Ones that won't make him regret the bacon hopefully. Cake and bacon suddenly pops in his head and he stars giggling.

"Anything you can imagine, except tofu." Canada said, "They even have fried ice cream." Canada pulled a menu from the condement holder and handed it to the COnfederacy. "Pages 2 and 3 have some of the deeserts."

"Who wants tofu for dessert? It's food, but nowhere near dessert." He props open the menu before disappearing behind it for a bit. "How do you even fry ice cream? Shouldn't it melt in the process or something?" Not that it doesn't sound delicious. It just sounds improbable.

"It has a shell around it, I think cornflakes or something like that." Canada says trying to remember the one time he had it. "They deep fry it quicly enough that it won't melt, I think. One of the cooks would actually be able to tell you."
As though knowing where the conversation was going the waitress reappeared, "Do you need some deserts or should I go get the bill?"
"We are having deserts," Canada said quickly, "I'll have you Lady Fingers."

"Still doesn't make sense to me, but it has deep fried goodness and ice cream. So it can't be bad." He says simply. "Can I get some fried ice cream?" He's halfway doing chibi eyes without realizing it. Fattening and frozen sweet at the same time? It is awesome.

"Sure, William, and would you like me to remove your plates while I give the kitchen you order?" The waitress asked.

"You can remove mine." Canada said distracted by his phone ringing. "Sorry," he said opolgizing to both the waitress and the Confederacy.

William just hands his plate over to the waitress. "Thank you." He just tilts his head as the phone starts ring and he mouths 'who is it?' He's curious.

"My secretary," Canada sighs. "He is having problems with a couple of things." The message is in text form and urges Canada to return as soon as possible to fix the problems. He texted them the reply of , 'Soon as I finish lunch w the Conf I'll return.' "We can fish lunch but they will need me to be at the house. You can stay and build or can come to my house."

He just nods a bit, understanding this problem. "Kay then." His leader knows what to do in case. "Mmmm..." He looks around a bit. "I think....I'll go with you." He doesn't know this place well and so does not want to be alone with it no matter if Canada can find him or not. He doesn't like the idea of being alone or the possibility of getting lost.