Disclaimer: I own nothing

Pairing: Kagome/Male Harem?

Rated: T

The number one rule – always agree with America-san, no matter how ridiculous his ideas are.

"America-san!" Kagome cried out with alarm, practically dragging around by the much stronger nation. She didn't know where he was exactly taking her, but she didn't really want to go, "Where are we going?" She gasped, seeing that America was currently dragging her towards a fast food restaurant that greatly resembled WacDonald's.

America grinned brightly, slowly down now that he had lost the other G8 nations, "New Japan ~ your taste buds are probably dead right now (since you tried Iggy's food and all), so I'm going to be a hero and revive them for you! A hamburger should do the trick! (Oh, and call me Alfred, will you?)."

"B-but...!" Kagome spluttered, looking back at the building that getting further and further away, "What about the others? And aren't we supposed to be in a meeting? I only thought I would have to take notes for Kiku-san!" She wailed out the last part, though was slightly relieved when America stopped his aggressive pulling on her arm to blink at her.

"Where is Kiku?" Alfred asked more casually, even though he was excited about meeting this new temporary representation of Japan, it didn't mean he couldn't be worried about Kiku.

"At my house," Kagome deadpanned, rubbing her arm and wondering if nations could bruise, "Don't worry, he's fine." She sighed, fantasizing about how nice Kiku had it right now. She felt sorry for him if this is what he had to deal with all the time... "Can't we go back? I haven't even really talked to the others yet," She mumbled, "England-san and Canada-san seemed nice enough."

America snorted, "The British kinda suck – and Arthur's... old," Alfred crinkled his nose, "And Mattie's... kinda boring, too. And he can get mean," America shivered as he recalled that three-hour passive-aggressive rant Canada had unleashed on him, "They're not fun – not like a hero is!"

'Maybe if you just agree with him, like Kiku-san said to...' Kagome closed her blue eyes and sighed, wondering why everything seemed to happen to her, "All right, let's go get a hamburger." She agreed because it wasn't like she didn't like hamburgers (in fact, with most of her time spent in the Sengoku Era and eating weird food, hamburgers were almost a delicacy now).

"Awesome!" America smiled brightly once again, grasping her hand to drag her once more to the food place.

And, who knows? America seemed like a nice, though rather enthusiastic, nation – and Kiku did seem fond of him, so she might as well try to make friends with him.

Even if this was completely temporary...

~00~

"Damn that bloody America!" England raged, much to the amusement and irritation to the other G8, plus China, "That twit ~ the poor lass!" Arthur glared at the rest of the group, "Who's coming with me? Matthew?" He demanded, seeing that Canada would probably be the most likely in following him – after all, Canada was the loyal one; not that damn America!

"I am with L'Angleterre," France, surprisingly, agreed with England, "Matthieu? Do you agree?" He purred alluringly, causing his former colony to stutter and blush as he threw in a seductive wink.

"Stop scaring off the poor boy!" England snarled, turning back to Canada, "Now then, come on, lad. Japan must be absolutely terrified by now." He muttered the last part.

"I will come, too, da?" Russia stepped forward, with that same childish-creeper smile, "New Japan is interesting, yes? She did not die from England's cooking." None of the nations looked amused by the Russian's dark interest within New Japan.

"Me too – aru!" China quickly stood up, "After all, Japan is my little sibling!" Again, the nations did not look amused as China's face went slightly red with a dreamy look, "She called me 'nii'!"

Germany sighed, "I suppose that the meeting will have to be postponed," He shook his head, trying hard to ignore how Italy latched onto his arm, "To find Japan."

"Ve ~ I wonder if Japan likes pasta!" Italy asked blissfully, turning to England, "What is Japan's name? She told you, didn't she?"

"Kagome," England coughed, slightly annoyed that Italy already wanted to be on human name basis with the temporary Japan, though he wasn't completely sure why, "Let's just go and find that bloody wanker before he does something stupid." Arthur rolled his eyes, walking out of the building without even caring if anyone really followed him.

~00~

Kagome watched incredulously as America just wolfed down his burgers, easily three for her every one (and then some), "Y-you like hamburgers, ne?" She asked nervously, sitting back as America quickly answered, though his mouth was full of chewed food.

"Best food ever!" He mumbled, swallowing it roughly, "You gonna eat those?" He casually pointed to her side fries, taking them before she even answered no.

Kagome could not help but smile because he reminded her of Inuyasha with his eating habits, 'I wonder how he is doing right now.' She thought wistfully, blinking when America patted her hand to get her attention.

"Hey, New Japan ~ do you want to see a movie? There's nothing better than an American-made horror flick!" His eyes shined bright, "And, besides, if you get scared – I can always protect you!"

Kagome looked a bit taken back, "Sure," She answered slowly, still a bit wary because she was kind of worried about the other nations, "It sounds like fun, I guess?" Her statement ended up sounding like a question, and she squeaked when America grabbed her hand again to drag her to the nearest theatre, babbling about nonsense along the way.

Why did she feel like she was going to completely regret this...?

I'm so sorry for taking so long with this...!