"I found this, and it's from your place, so I decided that it would be our snack. Cool, right?" America exclaimed in obvious excitement.
Japan's face flushed, and he stuttered out, "Alfred-san, isn't it still early?"
"But it's the same time that we always meet up; The Hero is always right! Why's your face red?" Alfred F. Jones seemed to be puzzled with all of what Japan had said.
"I mean isn't that snack too much?" Kiku Honda managed to choke out the question.
"It reminded me of you." America seemed to deflate at Kiku's insistence that the snack was not something that they should eat.
America was always able to convince Japan that he had to do something; he was putty in the younger nation's hands.
"Alright, Alfred-san." Japan relented.
He took the box of Pocky out of America's hands, and opened it up.
Kiku held out the piece of Pocky, pressing it against his friend's lips.
America seemed startled at the contact, but opened his tempting pink lips anyway.
KIku carefully inserted the piece of Pocky in to the American's mouth, and he moved closer to get the other end in to his mouth.
If America seemed surprised, he didn't show it.
Japan started nibbling on his end, getting closer to Alfred's side of the Pocky; Alfred seemed to be pulled out of a daze at that.
He started nibbling on his end, scared that Japan would eat all of the precious Pocky.
America gasped when his lips met Japan's; America pulled back at the sudden contact.
"What was that? It was cool! It was sort of like the Spaghetti thing with Lady And The Tramp." Alfred was breathless in his excitement.
"It was The Pocky Game, and you lost." Japan shyly admitted.
"Damn! I did? The Hero never loses!" America exclaimed.
That led to the events that occurred for the rest of the day; America refused to stop playing The Pocky Game until they ran out of the delicious treat.