A/N: I know he's not Japanese I know he's not Japanese I KNOW! I just ran out of Asians! DX

Bold/italic is Japanese. Italics are flashbacks. Forgot to mention, sorries!

Hong Kong= Leon Wang

Thailand= Nattapong Kongmalai

America: Damn that's a long name… Can I even pronounce that? O.o

Me: I don't care~ I might as well make your life even harder just by adding this~

America: … DDDD:

He found the bar he was looking for and walked in. "Hi."

"Welcome!" said the man at the bar.

"Domo."

The man blinked. "You English?"

"Ah… almost," he said. "I'm American."[1]

"American!" cried the man. "Welcome, welcome! My English very good." He smiled. "You said 'domo'. You speak Japanese?"

Alfred shook his head. "No, no, just a few words I learned since yesterday." He pointed at the bar. "Can I sit here?"

"Sure, sure, sit," said the man. "What other words you know? ...Just a minute." He called to someone in the back in another language. "Leon!Get your lazy ass out here! We have a customer!"

"I'm watching my soap opera!"

"Screw that! Get out here! Lazy bastard…"

Out came a grumpy teenager muttering under his breath.

"Uh… Excuse me…"

"Oh, sorry," said the man at the bar. "What other words you learn?"

"Hm… Let's see. Arigatou."

"Good!" the man praised.

"I already said 'domo'… Uh… Konnichi wa?"

"Perfect! Good good… Pronunciation very good."

Alfred laughed. "Okay, now you're just making fun of me!"

"Noooo… This serious business." The man grinned. "You say 'arigatou' like we say 'arigatou'."

"Well thank you. I mean… Arigatou!"

"You should learn Japanese. Very easy."

"No kidding?" Alfred asked. "I heard it was really hard."

"But you have Japanese tongue."

"Whatdya want?"asked the teenager.

Alfred raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"Drink," the man at the bar explained.

"Oh, a bottle of warm sake."

"Haha! Very good!" the man turned to the boy. "Go get some warm sake!"

"Sake? In the afternoon?"

"Morning, day, night, who cares? Just get the damned sake!"

"Why do I always have to fetch the sake?"the teenager whined. "It's always you making the fish, and me getting the sake! If this were the military, I'd be a general by now!"

"Oh, a general?"The man snorted. "If you were general, then I would be emperor! Go get the sake!"

The boy stormed off, muttering angrily to himself.

"Sorry," the man apologized, smiling. "First time in Japan?" Alfred nodded. "What brings you to Ookinawa?"

"Came to see a man," he replied.

"You have friend live in Ookinawa?"

"Not quite."

"Not friend?"

Alfred shrugged. "I never met him."

"Never?" The man paused. "Who is he, may I ask?"

"Nattapong Kongmalai."

The man got a surprised look on his face. His reply was in Japanese. "Why… do you need Nattapong Kong malai?"

"I need Japanese steel."

"Why do you need Japanese steel?"

"I have… vermin to kill."

"…You must have pretty big rats."

Alfred's eyes narrowed. "Huge."

Kongmalai led Alfred to a workshop in the attic above the bar. There was every type and size of samurai sword imaginable. "Try the second one down."

Alfred picked the sword up and began admiring the metal of its blade.

Kongmalai laughed. "Funny… You like samurai swords. I like baseball." Without warning, he picked up a baseball and threw it at Alfred, only to have it be sliced in half by the sword in midair. "I wanted to show you these. But, as you already know so much, you must also know that I no longer make instruments of death. What I have here I keep for sentimental and aesthetic value. While I am very proud of my work, I am still retired."

Alfred shrugged. "Okay, then gimme one of these."

"These are not for sale."

"I didn't say sell me, I said give me."

Kongmalai frowned. "Why should I help you?"

"Because my vermin is a former student of yours," Alfred explained. "And considering the student, I'd say you gotta pretty big obligation."

The swordmaker's eyes grew wide. He walked over to the window and wrote 'Ivan' on the condensation in the window, as if every stroke was physically painful. It was at that moment that he decided to help this vengeful young American. "You can sleep here. It take me one month to make the sword." Kongmalai looked at Alfred with a warning gaze. "And I suggest you spend that time doing what I swore an oath to God never to do again."

..

"I have created, 'something that kills people'. And in that purpose, I was a success. I've done this because philosophically, I am sympathetic to your aim. I can tell you with no ego, this is my finest sword. If on your journey, you should encounter God...God will be cut. Blond-haired warrior. Go."

"…Domo."

It was one year after the massacre at El Paso, Texas that Ivan backed his Japanese prodigy both financially and philosophically in his Shakespearean power struggle with the other yakuza clans over who would rule vice in Tokyo. When the final sword was sheathed, it was Kiku Honda and his powerful posse, the Crazy 88's, who would be the victor.

The pretty boy on Kiku's right who was dressed like a villain on Star Trek was his lawyer, best friend, and second lieutenant, the Italian Feliciano Vargas. Another former protégée of Ivan's.

The blond in the school uniform was Arthur Kirkland. He may be young [2], but what he lacks in age, he makes up for in madness. [3]

Arthur was at a bar with a bottle of liquor in his hand, roaring drunk. Some random idiot was trying to hit on him.

"So, do you like Ferraris?"

"Ferrari…" he scoffed. "Italian trash." Arthur paused. "Do you want to screw me?"

The man got a strange look on his face.

"Don't laugh. Do you want to screw me, yes or no?"

The man chuckled. "Well, yeah."

Without warning, Arthur plunged a katana into the man. "How about now, big boy? Still want to penetrate me? Or is it I… who penetrated YOU?"

See?

The tan guy in the Kato mask and black suit was Heracles Karpusi, the general of Kiku's army, the Crazy 88's.

How could a Japanese/Chinese/American half breed become the boss of all bosses in Tokyo, Japan?

The subject of Kiku's nationality only came up once. The night he gained control of the Head Counsel.

The man who seemed bound and determined to break the mood was Boss Im. He cried out suddenly in anger.

"Im! Why do you cry out? This is a time for celebration!"

"Celebration of what?" he spat. "The perversion of our illustrious counsel?"

"You disrespect our brother! Be silent!"

Kiku, however remained calm. "Gentlemen. It would appear that Yongsoo-san has something on his mind. By all means, allow him to express it."

Boss Im was silent for a few moments, then spoke up again. "I speak of the perversion done to this counsel, which I love more than my own children, by appointing some Chinese Jap-American bitch its leader!"

The counsel was silent for a few agonizing moments, and already Boss Im was regretting his outburst.

"Just so that you understand how serious I am," Kiku explained, "I will say this in English." Without another word, he got up, removed his sword, and in one fell swoop, took off Im's head. "As your leader, I encourage you all from time to time and always in a respectful manner to question my logic. If you are unconvinced of a particular plan of action which I have decided is the wisest, tell me so. But allow me to convince you, and I promise you right here and now that no subject will ever be taboo. Except, of course, for the subject that was just brought under discussion."

Kiku looked around at the frightened faces of the counsel members. "The price you pay for bringing up either my Chinese or American heritage is… I collect your fucking head. JUST like this fucker here. Now if any of you sons of bitches have anything else to say, now's the fucking time." A long silence. "I didn't think so."

A/N: Japan are scary ;A;

And yay Thailand! But with significantly less 'Ana~'. D:

[1] Writing this I thought… "OH THE IRONY XD"

[2] Compared to the other 88's. Japan is 25, Greece is… older than Iggy.

[3] This is SPARTAAAAAAgHHHHH! …NothisisPatrick.