AN: Happy New Year Everyone! That's right, instead of being with my friends at some party or gathering I was at home online *forever alone*! Anyways, this chapter is longer than my usual ones but actually around the same length as a chapter on this website. I hope you like it.

Enjoy!

Japan looked at Alfred and noticed that he looked nauseous.

"Alfred, are you okay?" Japan asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," America mumbled.

"You look nauseous; did I prepare the eggs wrong?"

"No no the eggs were fine," America sighed, "Look I'm sorry for acting so bipolar, I'm just having a hard time."

"Well, why don't we talk it out, you usually figure things out when you talk to people," Japan said as he sat down in the chair next to America, "What exactly are you having a hard time with?"

"…Everything."

It was silent for a moment, with Japan waiting for America to explain, and America not knowing what else to say, until America asked, "Hey Kiku?"

"Yes?"

"…Why are you my friend?"

Japan was taken aback by this question and didn't really know how to answer it. He and America have been friends for years, but he's never really figured out an exact explanation for it.

"…I never really thought about it, I just am."

America looked away from Japan and smiled, "I've just been wondering it since you came here, that's all. You don't have to answer. It's just…you're so much better than me and…why would someone like you be friends with someone like me?"

"Alfred I don't think I'm better than you—"

"But you are! You're like the best country in the world!"

Japan slightly blushed at the compliment. He thought he was doing pretty well, but he didn't think he was the best country in the world. He didn't know America thought of him that highly.

"Alfred I'm flattered, but I don't think I'm the best country in the world; Maybe in Asia, but not the world."

"You are Kiku! Your people are geniuses, you create the most amazing stuff and…well you just are!"

"That doesn't mean I'm better than you, you've created some amazing things too."

"Like what, Burgers? Anything I've created is either crappy or somehow a knockoff of someone else's invention," America said brushing off Japan's compliment.

Another silent moment fell upon them. Japan didn't realize that America felt this bad about himself, and he wasn't used to it. Usually his pride was through the roof, but now he couldn't pinpoint an ounce of confidence. Japan looked back at America and saw the frown he had.

"Well America, the reason I am this way is kind of because of you."

America sat up and looked at him surprised, "What?"

"Well, I mean you opened me up to the rest of the world, and I learned how everyone else works from you," Japan got an idea after he said that and stood up, "hold on, I'll be right back," Japan said to America and went out of the dining room upstairs. He came back down with some kind of book. Japan sat it down in front of America and opened it to the first page.

"This has every single slang of phrase you have ever told me to I wouldn't be confused on what you and the other countries are talking about. I've had this since the early 1900s."

"Kiku…I completely forgot about this. I didn't even know you still had it," America said flipping through every page.

"I always carry it around with me, lately though I've been putting all the information in my laptop so I wouldn't risk losing it."

America flipped through some of the pages looking at words he hasn't said in years. He never knew Japan would keep this up. The first pages were all worn down and he saw he's added at least 50 new pages to the book.

"I never realized you paid attention this much to what I say, usually everyone else blocks me out when I talk but…wow," America chuckled and smiled, "Kiku you're so awesome! Better yet, you're a BAMF," America gasped a little at his realization, "THAT'S IT! YOU'RE TOTALLY A BAMF JAPAN!"

"A what?"

"It means Bad Ass Mother Fucker. Don't worry, it's a complement. It's like a step up from Awesome."

America stood up and went out of the dining then came back with a pen. He went to the last page in Japan's book and wrote down:

BAMF- Acronym for Bad Ass Mother Fucker (the ultimate compliment)

Ex. "Kiku is a BAMF."

"There," America said closing the pen, "now you'll remember," he said laughing again.

"What's so funny?" Japan asked.

"I just realized Kiku, we're bonding!"

Japan gave America a weird look and slightly shuffled away, "We're what?"

"You know, getting to know each other better and stuff. What did you think?"

Japan slightly blushed, "Uh, well—"

"Hahahahahaha! You perv!"

America continued to laugh while Japan sat there feeling awkward and embarrassed.

"So whacha wanna do now?" America said after he calmed down.

"I don't know; it's only 11."

"We could see what's on TV, is that okay with you?"

"Sure."

America and Japan got up and went to the living room and sat on the couch. America turned on the TV and flipped through the channels until he landed on TNT. Some movie was playing and they decided to watch it. About half an hour through, Japan noticed that America hadn't talked in awhile, and looked to see if he was okay. He saw that America had fallen asleep and didn't want to wake him. He decided to get onto his laptop and browse the internet. After it had been about two hours America finally got up. America mumbled something as he got up and wiped his face and yawned.

"What happened?" America asked.

Japan saw that America had woken up and took his headphones out of his ears and closed his laptop, "You fell asleep."

"For how long?" America asked as he yawned again.

"About two hours."

"What? Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I didn't want to bother you."

"Oh. Sorry I fell asleep on you, I didn't get much sleep last night. What time is it?"

"Almost 2PM."

"Oh. Hey Kiku."

"Yes?"

"Do you think we could…talk again?"

"Sure, I don't mind. What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know…stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"…I don't know; I just like talking to you."

With that sentence, Japan thought of something, "Actually, I have a question."

"Fire away."

"This whole day, why have you been complementing me?"

America paused at the question. He did notice that he'd been complementing him a lot today, and was trying to think of an answer.

"I don't mean to be rude, I was just curious."

"No no it's fine! It's just…you're so cool and…yeah. I mean sometimes you can be really weird, like really weird, but in a good way, you know?"

"Not really."

America continued talking, "Like you make really awesome stuff and then you make really weird stuff that is actually so weird that it becomes awesome! And then your culture is all awesome and stuff too! That's also why I say you're a BAMF."

"I didn't know that you thought so highly of me."

"Heh, I always have Kiku. I'm really glad you're my friend."

Japan grinned at the statement, "Thank you, I'm glad we're friends too Alfred," then Japan looked at the time, "Sorry to change the subject, but it's about time for me to prepare lunch." Japan got up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen to prepare lunch. After about 5 minutes, lunch was ready and he went back to the living room to get America, but he wasn't here. He wondered where he went so he went upstairs and looked in the guest room and America's room and he wasn't there either. Then he thought that America went outside to get some fresh air so he headed for the backyard, but America wasn't there either. At first Japan thought America went to do something else, but now he knew what he was doing, he was hiding. Japan knew to be prepared for such events because England told him that America would do this sometimes. Sometimes America would get so stubborn about not eating that he would hide somewhere and even when they'd find him it'd take awhile to get him out. Now Japan was searching for him, and eventually found him hiding in the guest bathroom.

Japan knocked on the door, "Alfred," There wasn't an answer. Japan knocked again, "Alfred, I know you're in there, the lights are on and the door is locked." There still was no answer, "Alfred get out of the bathroom."

"No," America finally replied.

"Why not?"

"I don't want to eat."

"You have to eat."

"I don't want to."

Japan sighed, "Alfred please come out of the bathroom, you can take as long as you'd like to eat but just come out."

There was a silence for a minute until America replied, "No."

Japan started to get a little frustrated. Not mad, but frustrated. He knew that America would at some point get so desperate not to eat again that he'd do something like this, but he didn't know what to do. The only thing that was between America and Japan was a wooden door, and for some reason that was a difficult problem to get past. He also thought of the theory that if he pushed America too hard that he'd want to throw up, and he couldn't let that happen. Then Japan got an idea. He knew it'd be risky and it was something he rarely does nowadays, but he may have to do it.

"America," Japan said in a serious tone, "I'm giving you one more minute to come out, or else."

"Or else what?"

"Do you want to wait or do you want to come out now?"

"I'm not gonna come out!"

"Okay."

America and Japan stood in silence.

"You have 30 seconds America."

America didn't reply.

"10."

America sat down against the door and held his ground.

'5, 4, 3, 2, 1,' Japan thought. After the minute was up, America saw that nothing happened, and he thought he'd won. On the other side of the door though Japan had his Katana in his hand, got into a fighting stance, and closed his eyes. America was wondering what Japan was doing since it was still quiet; he was about to call out Japan's name, when suddenly he heard some kind of shout and a slashing sound. The door was cut into four pieces in the form of an X. Because of America leaning against the door, he fell through the bottom piece and the top piece fell on his torso. When America opened his eyes, he was right below Japan, with Japan still standing looking down at him and his sword still out.

"Go downstairs."

America didn't want to go and would've stayed on the floor all day if he had to, but he saw that Japan had this katana out, which meant he wasn't fooling around. America got up and groaned, "Fine."

Japan calmly put his katana back in his walked behind America who was emphasizing his steps like a child as he went down the stairs. He didn't even know that America was leaning against the door and wanted to apologize, but he held his ground.

"I'm glad you decided to come down," Japan said as he entered the dining room.

"Well it was kinda hard staying in there when you sliced my door and I was afraid I was gonna be next!"

"I told you, one minute," Japan replied and went to the kitchen to get America and his lunch. He came back with some fruit on a small plate, "I'll pay for the door; just don't try to hide or avoid meals like that again with me."

"O-okay," America said timidly. Without thinking America popped one of the pieces of fruit into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it. He felt every part of the mashed up food go from his mouth and slide down into his stomach. He felt nauseous. He stared at the pieces of fruit on the table, and then looked away as if he saw something awful.

"I…I can't do this."

"Alfred you can as long as you'd like, as long as you finish."

America sat there for at least 20 minutes and didn't eat a thing. He just stared at the fruit as if it were some kind of abomination. He then raised his arm to pick up a piece of fruit. He hesitated when on which piece he was going to pick up. He decided to pick up the smallest piece. It was cold and moist, and he chucked it in his mouth and swallowed it whole. He shuddered at the feeling of the whole piece going down his esophagus to his stomach.

America's eyes turned toward Japan but his body faced his plate and pleaded, "Can I get up now?"

"No."

"But—"

"I told you, you can't leave until you eat every piece."

America looked back to the plate with a frown. He really wasn't in the mood to eat anything (then again, ever since all this happened he's never been in the mood to eat). If Japan wasn't here he'd probably have thrown up by now. While America sat there he kept calculating over and over how many calories were in this piece of fruit Japan cut up for him and how many calories total he'd probably eaten today. He didn't like the numbers he came up with. Then a thought came into America's head. This is his house. Why was he taking orders from his friend? He started to get up and walk towards the living room.

"I said you can't get up until you finish."

"This is my house, I can do whatever I want," America said walking towards the opening. Before he reached it Japan blocked the opening.

"Alfred sit down," Japan commanded.

"No, I'm done eating!"

"No you're not."

"I AM! If I eat anymore I'm going to gain back all my weight!"

"No you're not, from just fruit you won't gain anything."

"Yes I will," Alfred's voice started to crack, "I'm going to eat it all and then I'll eat more and more and gain all my weight back and everyone will hate me even more than they do already!"

"Alfred, you eating has nothing to do with anyone liking you or not, it has to do with you staying alive. If you don't eat you'll die and there will be nothing left to give an opinion of. Do you want to die?"

"…No."

"Then please, sit down and finish the fruit."

America looked at Japan's expression and saw that he was almost begging for his friend to eat. America hesitated, but slowly shuffled his feet back to his seat. It took him at least an hour to finish the other few pieces. Even when America was done he stayed in the seat and didn't say anything. Japan had to look after a couple minutes to notice that America had finished; he got up and took the dished to be washed in the kitchen. When Japan finished washing the dish he went back to see the America still sitting in the chair and hadn't really moved. He became worried and went up to America.

"Alfred."

No one answered.

"Alfred."

"Huh? What?" America said looking around, "Oh, sorry, I was just spacing out."

America stood up and walked out of the dining room, "I'm going up to my room."

"Okay," Japan replied, "don't try throwing up anywhere, I'll know."

America went into his room, sat on his bed, and wrote in his journal.

Ugh, this is going to be one emo entry, but I have to let it out.

I hate this. I hate how I'm apparently anorexic, I hate how I won't eat a thing, I hate how I hate myself. I hate that Kiku is trying his hardest to help me feel better yet I'm just being a jerk sometimes. I hate that it's pretty much my fault for most of the reasons why everyone hates me. I just want things to go back to the way they were. I was skinny and awesome, everyone loved me—I mean shit was going down but it was all good.

Kind of.

You know what I mean.

I'm still thinking about Kiku though. How in the world is someone like him still friends with me? Maybe it's just cause he's nice and doesn't want to break it to me—then again, he's a blunt bro, so he would've told me already. Unless he's afraid of me…wait, why would he be afraid of me? He's the ninja in this friendship, he could've cut me in half right now and I wouldn't have even known until there was blood all over my bed! I wonder if I have been a bit too 'Japan is so cool' around him lately. But he's such a BAMF! Wow, this entry has gone from me being depressed to talking about Kiku, weird.