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Chapter 2: The Difference Between Germans and Americans

"You're sure?" asked Germany.

"I am positive. I asked them many times if I was imposing. They said it was fine," Japan answered on the other end of the phone.

Germany picked up his second potato and began peeling it, his phone lying on the kitchen counter switched to speaker mode. The Germanic nation wore military pants and a white sleeveless shirt with a pink apron over it. He had been making dinner when he got a call from Japan saying that they would still have the meeting but at a different location.

"I see … well, I'll tell Italy and Austria," he told Japan. "I'll see you in a few days."

"Hai, sayonara Germany- san." With that, Japan hung up and began dialing in America's number.

It only took one ring for the loud and obnoxious nation to answer his phone. "! Hola Japan!"

This confused him greatly. "W-Wait, S-Spain- san?"

"No! Its America dude!"

"B-But you said Hola."

"Dude my country is full of Spanish speaking people," was the American's reply. "I thought you'd know that by now."

"Gomenasai. America- kun, I just need to inform you that-"

"What is it Bro?!"

Japan held the phone away from his ears as the American shouted enthusiastically. After he was sure America had stopped, the Japanese nation placed his ear against the phone once again and said, "I was about to tell you but you're interrupting."

"Sorry, dude! Now what were you going to say?!"

"The meeting is still going to be held in three days."

There was a pause.

"Um … America- kun?"

"DARNIT!"

Japan jumped at the sound of his angry friend. 'W-What's wrong?"

"I thought it was cancelled so I scheduled a movie night with Tony! Now I have to cancel it! Man, and I was totally ready to face Paranormal Activity 4!"

"I-I'm sorry America … Please calm down."

"….Fine …."

"Thank you. Listen, it's going to be held somewhere different because of the destruction. I've been told that we could use this mess-hall at one of my country's elite schools. I will meet you and the other countries at the airport and we will arrange transportation, alright?"

On the other end of the line, America nodded. "Sure thing, bra …and uh, hey, are you alright?"

"What could you mean by that America- kun?"

"I mean, those terrorists didn't hurt you badly right?"

Japan was utterly shocked. America sounded so worried. It was so unlike him to be worried at all. This caused Japan to smile. "I only had a minor injury on my arm. I am fine," he replied.

America sighed in relief. "That's good. Okay, well I'll see you there. Also, when I get there, could we stop at McDonald's? I'm stuck at the White House doing all this crap Mr. P is laying on me. I mean seriously, why do countries have bosses when the bosses practically live in the country we own?!"

"I do not know, America- kun."

"And stop calling me America- kun! Call me … AWESOME MAN!"

"But wouldn't that get Prussia- san angry?"

"Pfft … he's not as awesome as me! I'm the hero! Oh, before you go, I have one more request! Could we all dress up as our favorite super heroes? I mean if I had to choose, I'd be Captain America, I did used to know him after all. But then again … he's not a 'super' hero. Whatever, it's not like anyone's going to care! Hey, I know! You could dress up as that Sailor Moon chick! That would be totally awesome! What do ya say?!"

Japan immediately hung up. "I'm too old for this," he commented before dialing in England's number, leaving a dumbstruck America, staring at his phone in confusion.

"Was that a no?"

"ALFRED! Keep working!"

"I AM!" He yelled back at Obama, and continued to stamp random papers, not even caring what they said. "Stupid politics, stupid work, stupid One Direction, stupid Global Warming …."

Yes, America hates 1D. I'm sorry but its a good way for America to tease England if England brings up Justin Beiber. I don't hate 1D but some do so ... yeah. Reviews?