Ch 1

*USUK Yaoi fanfic* *Note: I did put the nation in parenthesis after their names. I know it took me forever to memorize them. ;3 *

"I am sincerely honored that everyone decided to hold the next war meeting here," a lithe figure bowed, his dark hair swaying with the forward momentum.

A young man with brilliant blue eyes and caramel hair stepped forward, a grin upon his face.

"Of course! Japan, you should know: as a hero, I must travel everywhere!" Alfred F. Jones (America)laughed, eliciting a groan from the blonde haired man beside him. His eyes were a striking green, the olive costume he wore only furthering their effect.

"The ride here was so bloody long," he grumbled, with a short glare at the chortling blonde figure, "Imagine sitting next to him on the plane."

Another blonde figure chose this time to glid forward, quite eye-catching in a flashy blue and red costume. He sighed joyfully, glancing around him.

"Ah, the memories this place brings," he sang out, "The last time I came here was when I was looking for Iggy."

Honda Kiku (Japan) flushed slightly, remembering his guests' "Iggy search." It involved France bursting into Kiku's home like a namehage demon and searching for the elusive England within the bewildered Japan's clothing.

"Don't look for me, you wine freak," Arthur Kirkland (England) scowled. Francis Bonnefoy (France) decided to throw in one last insult involving something about unicorns and superstition, resulting in the shorter blonde-haired country throwing himself upon him with a threat of, "I'll tear every hair out of your bloody beard out!"

"Oh… How interesting~" A figure with brown hair and violet eyes watched the brawl with a smile. Ivan Braginski (Russia) regarded England with amused eyes, "This is so fun~~"

Meanwhile, other countries in attendance, Wang Yao (China), Im Yong Soo (Korea), Matthew Williams (Canada-san), Toris Lorinaitis (Lithuania),Romano Vargas (S. Italy), Gilbert Weillschmidt (Prussia), Roderich Edelstein (Austria), and Vash Zwingli (Switzerland) successfully managed to somehow start an argument. China was unsuccessfully trying to bribe the energetic Yong Soo with sweets in an attempt to get the spirited young country from annoying the short-tempered Gilbert. Toris panicked and Romano watched the heating-up brawl while sipping on a tomato. Roderich and Vash regarded each other, the tension so strong it was almost tenacious. Matthew circled around the brawling group, completely overlooked.

"Don't you think we should stop arguing and start the meeting?!" A tall man with slicked back hair slammed his hand into a nearby building, causing everyone to jump. Kiku winced as the fragile screen door on the house rattled dangerously.

There was a sudden lull in the mayhem as they all glanced at the towering figure. Ludwig (Germany) gazed seriously at the already disorganized party, "Japan prepared us a meeting room, so let's go into it already!"

The silence was broken by a blissful young man with a strange strand of curled hair poking up. Feliciano (Italy) wandered into a room Kiku indicated, muttering, "I wonder if pasta will be served…" The rest of the countries decided it would be beneficial to follow suit.

Within the meeting room, everyone seemed to pull themselves considerably, even with Alfred attempting to lead the strategy discussion while chomping on hamburger. The situation was simple: Nation-less warriors were challenging the world order. It was decided that by using a variety of tactics and brute force, the countries would bring them down.

"Thank you for working so hard," Kiku spoke to everyone after the meeting was over, "I have three bath-houses prepared, so please relax." He paused, blushing under the weight of the leadership position that holding the meeting in Japan automatically gave him, "We can begin our assault tomorrow."

All the countries expressed their will to unwind and immediately headedin the direction Kiku pointed them in. Japan himself was in a bath-house with Arthur, Alfred, and Francis. The first three mentioned countries glanced at each other in horror that they would be bathing with the France. However, no one had the guts to say anything as they sank into the water.

"Would anyone like to come visit me after we're done here? Without dressing first, of course." France immediately started an erotic conversation. Kiku and Arthur blushed in shock.

"W-What the hell are you saying, you wine freak?" Arthur sputtered. Alfred, however, seemed unfazed. He threw his head back and laughed, much to the amazement of Kiku.

"I'm a hero!" the joyful country grinned, "I have no time to waste in your room!"

"Ah, you aren't as fun as England." Francis began to lean towards Arthur. England scooted back, his movements almost perfect synced with the suggestive country's.

"Get the bloody hell away from me," Arthur protested, unwilling to start a fight with a naked France. He continued retreating, until he bumped into a solid object. Startled, England glanced up and noticed he was now leaning against America's arm. He flushed, portions of astonishment, humiliation, and anger. Kiku sat silently across from the three countries, unable to help but feel relieved that he was not involved in this.

"You two actually look quite good together," Francis stopped his assault, a sly grin upon his face. Arthur stammered an indignant response, pushed into a state of shock-overload. Alfred chortled, still seeming unfazed.

"Heroes look good with anyone!"

Arthur jolted, noticing that Alfred didn't deny what France said. What was this fool, always so casual about everything? Irked at his finding, he turned towards America.

"You are the most imbecilic hero I have ever met."

"Oh, I forgot," Alfred blinked at the shorter country, "You're an idiot. Of course there's no way you can comprehend how awesome I am."

"Shut up." England turned away, pretending to blanch in disgust. He reached for a towel, "I'm leaving."

In the changing room, Arthur slipped into a jinbei that Japan lent him with a frown creasing his forehead. France was truly an idiot, he thought. What the bloody hell was that wine freak thinking, saying that they looked good together? Who wanted to be coupled with America? Arthur shuddered. Ah well, it's not like England cared what that imbecilic hero thought about him.

…Right?