Authoress' Notes: Well, while I wait for my Beta to edit chapter 12 of Shaman King, I think I'll indulge in a new fic! Starring my long time favorite anime Inuyasha, and my newest craze Hetalia: Axis Powers! And because I have so many different ideas for a crossover fic with the two, I think I'll just make a series of unrelated one-shots instead of a continuous story! So yeah… I hope the randomness of this crossover makes you laugh. If not… You'll have to explain why to my good buddy, Russia.

Pairing(s): Kagome/Multi [All Countries Do NOT Appear)

Shot 1: The Best Choice

A cold bead of sweat dropped down Kagome's forehead as she silently sat at a wooden table and watched in nervous anticipation as her blond-haired "ally" toiled and labored in the kitchen to make her a batch of "thank-you" pastries to show his gratitude for her "rescuing" him from his short-lived imprisonment in Germany.

The young woman of Japanese descent felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach when she observed that while the man prepared to put the pastries in the oven to bake, he looked up at seemingly nothing and began to laugh and talk to thin air. 'So…' She thought in mortification, her head hung low in defeat, 'this is the reward for being a good ally?' She shook her head defiantly and balled up a fist of determination, 'No, I can't just give up! I know I can talk my way out of this!' She thought with new found determination.

Easier said than done though… Kagome slowly craned to her head to the right and looked back at the English man, who was smiling proudly while holding up a shaking fists of his own… It was if he was trying to hold in inner excitement and joy… For what she did not know. "N-Nee… Arthur-san…" She began with a nervous and twitching smile on her pretty face.

Arthur snapped from his stupor at hearing the Japanese woman say his name. He looked at her and smiled, "Don't worry, Miss Kagome. They'll be finished soon." He reassured her.

Kagome faltered at the sight of his smile… It was something that she did not see the sweater-vest wearing, thick eyebrowed, notorious bedhead doing a lot. She did not want to burst his bubble but… 'That's not what I'm worried about,' She thought to herself. But instead of voicing her true thoughts, Kagome returned his smile with one of her own and stated sweetly, "I can't wait!" The blond then nodded and continued to talk to her about something she did not pay attention to because she was too caught up in her own thoughts. 'Argh!' She felt like pulling her hair out. 'I just can't tell him that the thought of eating his cooking makes me sick to my stomach! He's just too damn happy about it!'

Kagome took a deep breath to calm her pounding heart. 'Yosh!' She thought to herself once again. 'He should be calm by now, so I'll tell him up front that I-!' She snuck another peek at Arthur.

"That'll show that old frog whose cooking is superior-!" The blond was still in the middle of an audience-less tirade.

Kagome swallowed a lump in her throat when the bing of the cooking timer when off… 'Oh boy… What have I gotten myself into?'

(Mean While…)

Since his oh-so troublesome allies had been long gone and sent on their solo missions, Germany found that, for once in a long time, his house had been filled with a comforting and peaceful silence. With that, the clean-cut German man decided to enjoy the time while he could by losing himself in good literature… The Mein Kampf. And then came that one-.

The sound of the front door bursting open and swinging in so hard that it made a loud BAM came from down the hall. A loud and swift series of footfalls filled the once quiet house, followed by an incessant cry of, "Germany! Germany! Germany!" With an Italian accent.

Germany lowered his book and looked up from its pages as his ally, the representative of Northern Italy, came bursting into the room in a panicked state. "Vhat is it now, Italy?" The much more masculine of two asked calmly but with a hint of exasperation.

"It's Kagome! She's in a big trouble!" Italy proclaimed while sobbing.

"Vhat?" He yelled while slamming his hands down onto his desk. "Has she failed her mission?" He inquired in a shocked and angry manner.

"No, worse!" Italy protested. "Ve~! She's at England's house as we speak!"

Germany slapped his hand against his forehead so hard that it left a red hand-print on his pale white skin. Italy was not only his most pathetic ally, but one of the most idiotic. "That vas the plan in the first place, Italy," the blue-eyed man replied in a low tone.

About a half year ago, Japan, another less troubling ally than Italy, had introduced them to Kagome, a young woman from his country who was experienced with abnormal and supernatural things. Japan, being resourceful on top of intelligent, explained that they could use Kagome's good looks and charms to seduce then subdue England. Initially she resisted and opposed the plan. First she gave an angry argument that she would not allow a bunch of jerks to exploit her being a woman for their own, selfish gain. But then Italy gave her his cutest puppy face and her resolve instantly melted… So they formulated a plan where Kagome would first come to the Allies, requesting an alliance with them and slowly draw them closer and closer to her before…

"But he's cooking her English food!" Italy insisted. "We've got to rescue her right away! And I'll bring lotsa pasta!"

(With Kagome…)

"Here you are," England stated kindly while placing a platter full of steaming hot scones in front of Kagome. He smiled while gesturing to the pastries and said, "You can have as many as you want."

Kagome twitched as she looked up at England from her seat and replied, "I-I couldn't-. I-I mean… I don't want to be a burden." She finally stated,

The blond closed his eyes and smiled at her politely, "I insist." He explained, "You saved me from that potato-loving bastard Germany today. This is the least I can do as thanks."

'Looks like there's no getting out of this one.' Kagome thought, accepting defeating. She picked up a scone, which caused England to blush and stare down at her with anticipation. 'I'm taking one for the team, guys…' She mentally stated to an imaginary Germany, Italy, and Japan. "Thanks for the food," Kagome mumbled while lifting one of the warm pastries to her slightly ajar mouth, only to have it slapped from her hand just in the knick of time.

England's eyes widened as his precious creation was sent splattering into the nearby wall. He growled and turned to glare at offender of his family recipes! He did not notice how Kagome's entire face lit up with joy and appreciation.

"You guys!" She whispered with teary eyes of joy. 'I'm saved!' She cheered inwardly.

There, in the doorway of the kitchen, stood a gang of other countries with food much superior to England's: Italy, with a plate full of spaghetti; Germany, with a bag full of sausages in one hand and platter of mashed potatoes in the other; Japan, with a hotpot full of oden; America, with arms full of humongous hamburgers and some other guy that looked a lot like America; China, with cartons of fried rice and fried noodles; Russia with a bowel of solyanka soup; and finally France, with a bouquet of red roses… Not that she could eat those.

"What the hell are you bastards doing here?" England shouted as he bristled at the sight of them. He glared even more intensely at the members of the Allies, "And YOU-! What the fuck are you doing siding with these blokes?"

The first response of course came from the ever so energetic and hyper America, "I've come to rescue poor Kagome from her mortal fate, Iggy!" He thumped his chest proudly. "And the rest of these dudes of course are following my lead, because I'm the hero!" He announced for the billionth time within the past hundred years.

Kagome sweat dropped when she saw his pearly whites sparkle. 'Why was I even happy to see him?' She asked herself.

That was when Italy popped his head out from the crowd and looked left and right before his eyes settled upon Kagome. The woman immediately left a pair of eyes on her and she looked up to meet his gaze. "Ve~! Kagome, I bringa you lotsa pasta!" He exclaimed while taking the initiative by running up to the table and scooting his plate of spaghetti in front of Kagome, shoving aside the scones in the process. "Now you don't have to suffer from eating that sucky English food!" He explained cheerfully.

England's wrath was turned upon Italy, "You wanker! What do you think you're doing?"

"Err…" Italy stiffened from England's glare. "Saving… Kagome?" He squeaked timidly.

"She doesn't need saving!" the Englishman shot back, causing Italy to shrink away.

That was when France and America took to either side of England. America then proceeded to poke English's head repeatedly while France placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't be stupid, Iggy," America began with his custom, hearty laugh. "We all know your cooking isn't even suitable for dogs." He announced in a cheerful manner.

[Strike 1]

"He's right," France agreed casually while flipping his hair. "Nothing about your pastries scream romance; there's no way this little dinner date would have worked."

[Strike 2]

England watched, pale-faced and hurt, as all of the other countries sat their food onto the table in front of Kagome, creating an assorted, multi-cultural buffet. Kagome seemed to gaze at the food with eyes of awe and wonder that she did not use to look upon his homemade scones. "Thanks so much," She smiled appreciatively at the many faces around the table.

[Strike 3]

Depressed and defeated, Arthur curled up into his corner of gloom and lowered his head to his knees. "So… it's true…" He whispered gloomily. "Not even Kagome would eat my cooking…"

Meanwhile Kagome was surrounded by seven men, six of the seven insisting that she try their country's food. France offered his bouquet of roses to her while bowing slightly and smiled charmingly, "Mademoiselle, forget these charlatans and run away with me for the night." Kagome sweat dropped as he sparkled with his speech. "First we'll dine in the finest restaurant of my country before strolling through the most romantic park near a shining lake where we will make love on the grass-!"

"Silly France," came from the soft-toned Russia. Everyone turned to him, only to scoot a few feet away from the dark, glowing man. "Kagome would never lower herself as to be taken by a cheap, overused whorebag as yourself."

Kagome raised her hands and waving them slowly, "W-Well, I wouldn't put it that way-." She stated, trying to ease any tensions building up between the countries.

Italy then cupped his hands together and sobbed, "Ve~! Then does that mean that you like France more than me? Does it? Does it?" He asked while flailing about.

"Of course she does," France grinned proudly.

"Shut up, you idiots!" Germany interjected. "Ve'll settle this by seeing whose dish Kagome decides to eat." He said. "Whoever food she eats, she likes the most."

"Dude, that puts you out of the running because you didn't bring anything!" America laughed loudly while pointing at France.

The Frenchman retorted, "Well it's not like she'll eat your 30lb of fat either!"

China sighed to himself about the other countries' antics concerning the human female, who always succeeded in causing a ruckus in one way or another. "Kagome, you should try the fried rice and noodles I brought you, aru!" He stated. "Not only are they tasty, but they're not fattening either, aru!"

"That'll never fill her up!" Some of the other countries yelled.

"It's simple," Russia stated with a plastic smile. "Kagome just has to make the best choice." He looked at Kagome with an expression that dared her to not choose the soup he brought for her. "You hear that, Kagome?" He asked so kindly that it was intimidating. "Make. The. Best. Choice."

Japan stated passively, "I agree. She should eat the food from her home culture." He then blushed and looked away when he saw that he drew attention to himself with that statement.

Kagome smiled nervously and said, "But I can't possibly choose between them all."

"I'll hellllpppp!" Italy piped while raising his hand. He then took a fork, placed it in the center of the pile of spaghetti noodles, twirled the utensil around a few times, and raised the mass of pasta to Kagome's lips. "Now, say aaahhhhh." He said with a cute smile.

"That's cheating!" America protested while picking up a burger and also raising it to Kagome's face. "Here, try one of these!" He insisted with his trademark grin.

"You bastards!" England suddenly shouted while rising from his depressed state with a scone in his hand. "The lass agreed to eat my cooking in the first place! And that's just what she'll do!" He stomped over to Kagome and pushed his way through the crowd and offered his pastry to Kagome. "Here, eat up."

Kagome blanched; they were making things so hard for her… "I-I can't…"

"Make the best choice, Kagome." Russia repeated.

Kagome then turned big watery eyes to Germany, as if begging for him to come up with a peaceful solution to her newest dilemma. The blond man stiffened from the look he received the woman, right now she reminded him of Italy, who always gave him cute or pathetic looks to get his way.

But right now… The German man looked between all of the countries and their food and then back at Kagome. He sighed and slumped his shoulders a bit as he executed the quickest plan that would ensure Kagome would make it out of this mess without gaining 200lbs.

(The Next Day)

"Wow, Mister Germany, you musta have been very hungry to eat out all of that food last night," Italy stated, creating small talk, and being oblivious to reality… as usual. "But it'sa good thing it wasn't Kagome because she'd be fat and grumpy like you by now."

From his place at the kotatsu, that Kagome had brought with her the first day that she moved into Germany's house, Japan stared down at the leaf stem standing upright in his green tea and said quietly to himself, "It looks like we'll have good luck today." The thought of "good luck" made him nervous though… It could mean good luck in anything. And he silently hoped that it did not mean that today Kagome would successfully seduce England… Somehow… He hoped that day would never come.

Authoress' Notes: Yaaayyy! The end! I know that was pretty dumb… But, whatever, that's what makes it funny, right? Right? Lol, did any one catch the CLANNAD reference?

Well, R&R, or else my buddy Russia will visit you tonight.

Annnddd the next one-shot please choose between the following pairings, or request one of your own:

Kagome/Romano, Kagome/Italy, Kagome/England, Kagome/America, Germany/Kagome/Italy