AN: The time changed and my brain is so off *woke up at 4:30am for no reason*! Oh, anyways, hey I got this up and I like it and stuff. I'm meaning to get this done and my brain is back on track. The next chapter will be up soon (since it's already done *high five for getting ahead for once*) and...err...yeah.

Oh! This is random but I've been on this website for the past couple months that has all this funny stuff and almost every time someone posts something about america it's usually about how much we suck (we don't suck that much!), and then I guess the majority of people on there are from south america (mainly Brazil) who speak english and they get angry about how America calls itself America and not the United States because America is a continent and stuff (when really it depends on the context of the sentence)...I didn't know it was such a big deal...is it? *sigh* I don't know, it's been on my mind for while...anyways, please review and stuff (opinions makes me stronger after my self esteem lowers a little).

Enjoy!

Alfred sat on the couch on browsing through random memes he'd find on the computer. All day he'd been waiting for Japan to come and also take his mind off of how he didn't keep his promise to eat all his meals. Even now it's about 2pm and he hasn't eaten a thing. He's excited that Japan's going to be staying with him for awhile (and surprised too because he's kind of a workaholic), but also wondering what he'll do to make sure that he eats. Oh god, he does have that Katana, but he wouldn't hurt his dear old pal…would he? Nah, he wouldn't.

As he begun to get bored he suddenly heard the doorbell ring. He sprung to his feet and ran toward the door. On his way to the door he tripped on the floor itself and stumbled the rest of the way until he grabbed the handle of the door to support himself. As he composed himself he opened the door to see Kiku standing there with a bag over his shoulder.

"Kiku!" America exclaimed.

"Hello America," Kiku bowed.

"Dude, remember just call me Alfred. Come in!" Japan walked into America's house.

"You can just throw your stuff anywhere. You know me," America said walking back to the couch.

"You've gained some weight."

America said stopping in his tracks beginning to tense up, "What?"

"You look like you've been eating, I'm glad."

"Oh," America relaxed and continued to then sit on the couch. He had to realize that sometimes Japan says things that are meant in a totally different way than he thinks.

"Is it okay for me to go to the guest room to put away my things?"

"Yeah, you don't have to ask man, you've been here so many times you can do whatever."

Japan went upstairs to put away his things. When Japan came back down the stairs and America stood up and walked towards him.

"So what do you wanna do?"

"Amer-I mean, Alfred, can I ask you something?"

"Sure!"

"Well, while I'm online sometimes and you're IMing me, you say 'it's chill', and originally I thought that meant going somewhere with someone, but the context of the conversation has nothing to do with that, so what do you mean by 'chill'?"

"Oh, well the thing is that chill can mean a couple things, it can mean we're going to chill somewhere, like a verb, or describing someone as chill, just another way of saying cool, and then saying something is chill, just means its ok."

"Oh, okay, thank you."

"No problem!"

"Sometimes your type of English is hard to understand, you use so many made-up words—"

"They're not made up! It's called Slang! You've been hanging out with Iggy too much, he always talks shit about my language, it's just all about context."

"…"

For the next couple minutes it was really quiet until America said, "So, how's life been?"

"Good I guess."

Another awkward silence began.

"…did you eat your meals?" Japan randomly asked.

"W-what?" America asked nervously, he was really hoping he wouldn't ask.

"Did you eat all the meals France prepared for you?"

"Kind of."

"What do you mean 'kind of'?"

"…"

"Did you begin to starve yourself again?" Japan said sounding a little concerned.

"Sort of…"

"Alfred—"

"Okay okay! At first I was eating and it was all good but then it got harder and harder to just eat on my own without someone staring me down forcing me to eat and I realized 'no one's here, I can do whatever I want' and so I slowly started to not eat anything and haven't eaten anything for over 24 hours and all I've had is water and I'm just saying this all at once because so some reason I can't lie to you!" America admitted and afterwards started panting after saying the run on sentence.

It took Japan a second of two to understand what America just said since he spoke so quickly. When he realized what America just said, he said, "I-I'm glad you were truthful, but that's not good."

"I know it's not good, but I couldn't help it!"

"You haven't eaten today?"

"Nu uh."

"I should make you something then."

"You don't have to—"

"Alfred I don't want you to continuing to relapse and then die," he said standing up and walking towards the door, "I'll make you something simple and small so you don't feel overwhelmed."

"…Okay. Why are you walking towards the door?"

"I'm assuming you don't have the ingredients to make the meal, so I wanted us to go to the nearest store to get some food."

"Oh, okay," America said getting up from the couch. He got his keys to his car and started to go towards the door.

"Alfred aren't you going to put on some appropriate clothing for going outside?" Japan said looking at America's current outfit, pajama pants and a t-shirt.

"Oh, yeah," he turned around and went upstairs. He came back down with just the change from his pajama pants to some baggy jeans and converse.

When they came back from the store an hour later they put the food away and Japan immediately started cooking. As he got out the cutting board and a salmon from a package they bought, America peaked over his shoulder and asked, "So wha cha makin'?"

"Nigiri Sushi,"

"Oh…" America has had sushi before and liked it, but never knew the specific names of them. He continued watching Japan prepare the meal until Japan stopped and turned to America and said, "Alfred can you please stop hovering over my shoulder?"

"Oh! Hehe, sorry," America backed off and went to the living room. He grabbed his journal and started to write in it.

Kiku's here yay! He seems a bit nervous though, he may be afraid of saying the wrong thing to me. That thing he said earlier to me about gaining weight is still kind of eating at me though, I know he meant it in a caring way, but if he noticed I gained weight, that means everyone else can too. Also I don't know what he's going to do when he sees I take forever eating; he probably won't be as harsh as Iggy and Frances though. He's also really patient, so I wonder how long it'll take him to say something. Kiku's so cool, sometimes I think I'm lucky to have him as a friend, he may be a bit naïve, but he's still awesome.

Japan walked into the living room, "America—"

"Alfred," America corrected.

"Sorry—Alfred, I finished the meal, please come eat," he said turning around walking towards the dining room. Alfred stood up and placed his journal on the couch and walked towards the dining room as well. He didn't bother to hide his journal because he trusted Kiku not to go through his personal belongings (at least without asking if he was even curious). He sat down at the table where his plate was. There were three pieces of sushi and a little steaming bowl of rice to the side with a spoon. Japan sat next to him with six pieces of sushi and a bigger bowl of rice with chopsticks. Japan began to eat his meal and was done within about 15 minutes. He looked to see that America had only eaten a couple bites of rice and none of his sushi. England had already told him that it takes America ages to finish eating a meal, and if it continues for longer than an hour he should be a little forceful in getting him to eat his meal. He got up to wash his dishes and came back and sat back in his seat. He saw America attempting to eat a piece of sushi, and only eating half of the piece.

"Do you like it?" Japan asked.

"Of course, I know it seems like I don't cause it's been like 20 minutes, but you know…"

"Yeah."

Soon 30 minutes passed; then 40. A little after an hour America had eaten the second half of the first sushi piece, another piece, and a couple more bites of his rice. Japan was beginning to see the true reality of America's problem.

"Hey Kiku."

Japan alarmed by the call, "Yes?"

"How do you eat rice with chopsticks?"

"…what do you mean?"

"I mean how in the world do you get clumps of rice while using those things, I've tried like a million times and only get the two little pieces of rice that didn't fall off of the chopsticks! How do you do it?"

"I don't know, I've been using them all my life so it's just become mechanical."

There was silence for a couple more minutes until Japan went over to America and grabbed his bowl of rice, "It must be cold by now, let me warm it up," he went to the kitchen and microwaved the rice, then came back a minute later. America was still sitting there with the one piece of sushi left, looking sorrowful. It'd been an hour and a half and Japan still waited for him.

"Heh," America chuckled to himself.

"What's so funny?" Japan asked curiously.

"Usually by now Iggy would be nagging on how I should finish already, I knew you were patient but not this patient Kiku."

"Well I was about to say something, but you've seem to have noticed your actions already."

"…do I have to finish?"

"Yes, you do."

"…"

"Alfred it's just a little more."

"I know."

After another 10 minutes Japan stood up and picked up Americas food.

"You don't have to warm it up again Kiku, its fine."

"No, I'm putting it in the fridge, you can go."

"…really?"

"Yes, but this is the only time I'm going to let this go, seeing as you sort of relapsed while no one was here, I probably underestimated how much food you would eat."

"O-oh."

Japan walked into the kitchen with America's food. America was actually surprised that that happened, he was seriously wondering what Japan was going to do if he didn't eat any longer. He cautiously got up from the table as if Japan was going to come in all ninja-like and slice him in half, and left the dining room.

As Japan put the leftovers of America's meal into a plastic container and put it in the fridge, he started to think more about the situation he's put himself in. He became a little irritated how America wouldn't eat what little food he had left and surprised at how bad it really was. It was just odd to see him barley eat a thing, when usually when Japan would come over he'd stockpile up his kitchen with all sorts of snacks and order some pizza while he was over. Japan realized that this was going to be a long recovery for his friend, but he'd be there till the end.