"So Jacob, erg, I mean Aviel," said the American nation with a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his head as he accidentally gave the name of his old friend.

Israel looked shyly up at the American and then said, "you can call me Jacob if you want, I don't mind."

"Are you sure?" said the American nation, not wanting to call him something if he didn't and want him to. Aviel nodded.

"It's fine," insisted the Israeli and America grinned from ear to ear.

"Okay! Jacob it is then!" Said the American nation brightly, "I was going to ask if there were any games you wanted to play until your daddy gets back?"

Aviel clicked his tongue and wondered then his eyes brightened and he said, "Well I like bike riding! That's my favorite thing to do."

America went red and looked down at his shoes before muttering, "oh...ahhh...maybe we should do something else?"

"Why?" queried the Israeli and then his eyes widened with realization as he queried, "did you never learn how to ride a bike?"

America looked up at the Israeli hesitated and then nodded, "yeah, I never did, I never had a chance to..."

Aviel smiled softly and said, "Well, then now would be the perfect time to teach you."

"Really?!" cried the American in to see asked Italy. Aviel nodded and said, "I can borrow another bike from one of the kids in my neighborhood, and then I can teach you, come on, lets go back to my house and I can show you, once you learn to ride a bike to never forget after all. Trust me."