"KIKU!"

The American's sudden yell made poor Kiku jump ten feet in the air. Recovering from that little startle, Kiku said, "Ah, America-san, what is it?"

"What's an uke?"

Kiku froze at the sudden question.

"I-I- um… well…" Kiku glanced up at the American who had the most innocent look on his face. "An uke is…" I'll just make up something… "An uke is someone's best friend."

"Oh. Okay. See you." And with that, Alfred walked away.

"Watashi no baka!" Kiku said to himself and smacked his cheek.

-The next day at the world meeting-

"And the economy blah blah blah blah blah..."

That's all America heard during the meeting. The whole time he was staring at the wall. At one point, from the corner of his eye, he saw England glaring at him.

"Pay attention," England mouthed.

America just shot him one of his signature smiles in return, causing the shorter one's face to turn slightly pink. Of course, America didn't notice and turned his attention to Germany who was giving a presentation.

'Bo-ring,' He thought.

"Now we will discuss relationships between countries…and not in that way," Germany stated, glancing towards an "Onhonhon-ing" France.

"Ve~ Doitsu am I your best friend?" Italy asked.

Germany sighed. "Yes… Italy I am your…best..friend." It didn't sound like a very Germany-like thing to say.

"Lovi is my best friend," Spain said from down the table.

"Shut up bastard," Romano said to the Spaniard.

"England is my uke!" America said, obviously not noticing the whole meeting room suddenly going quiet and the atmosphere growing awkward.

Hungary got a nosebleed, got out a laptop and started to type and France and a few other knowing nations started to giggle while Japan sat in his chair, jaw dropped.

England seemed to be confused for a moment but suddenly remembered what the word actually meant and blushed madly.

"Amerique, do you even know what that word means?" France managed to get out in between laughs.

"It means your best friend… right?" America asked, confused as to why nations were laughing at what he said.

"No mon cher, it means the person who bot-"

France was cut off by a binder that flew into his face, courtesy of England.

Hungary slipped a note to America who took it and read it.

Oh…so that's what it means…

America felt his face heat up when he looked up and the whole room's attention was still on him.

"So that means I said…" America trailed off and quickly glanced at England then looked away. "But that wasn't what you told me, Japan!" He turned over to the Japanese man sitting near his allies.

"I am sorry America-san…"

America seemed to think for a moment.

"Well at least what I said wasn't a lie." The American said casually and winked at the blushing brit sitting across from him.

Japan ran to his bag to get a tissue for his nosebleed.

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