This is based off of a random thought, and I thought it would be entertaining. Hopefully, you do, too. It's a bit short, but I think that it's cute.
Disclaimer: I don't own "Hetalia".
Alfred F. Jones had no idea what he was doing at Japan's house, much less for a dinner party.
Don't get him wrong, he thought Kiku was a cool guy, to be honest. He made awesome games and really cool inventions, but Alfred wasn't too pleased with the guy's cooking. Though, that wasn't to say it was all bad. The food was definitely better than anything Arthur served, but at the last dinner party that Al went to, Kiku served this thing called "sashimi", which Al was horrified to see was undercooked fish.
No, it wasn't undercooked fish; it was freaking raw. Since his country had so many different cultures mixed in, Alfred was a bit of an adventurous eater, but raw food was where he drew the line. In his world, any type of meat was cooked and drenched in ketchup and mustard, thank you very much.
So, it was easy to see how the personified United States was a bit wary of going to the island nation's house for another dinner party.
It also didn't help that he was the first one there. He wished that at least Heracles had already shown up so Kiku had someone to talk to. Whenever Alfred and tried to talk to him, he could always see that he was losing interest in the conversation. Plus, everything had been a bit awkward since World War II, not that he blamed the guy.
He guessed that he should probably just get this over with, so he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
After a few minutes, he saw the door slide open.
"Oh, hello, America," greeted Japan. Alfred rolled his eyes. Ever the one to be formal, Japan always addressed the others by their nation names. Never once had he even heard him call Greece "Heracles", though everyone knew what was going on between the two.
"Hey, Kiku. Since, I'm early; do you need any help with setting up?" Alfred asked, not wanting to seem tactless. He didn't need any more negative opinions about him formed in the Japanese man's head.
He then saw something hanging out of Kiku's mouth. It was some sort of brown stick or something. Ever the curious one, he just had to ask, "Hey, what's that?"
It took Kiku a minute to figure out what the American was talking about before he got it. "Oh," he said. "It's just pocky."
"And that is…?" Al asked, needing clarification.
"It's a snack," was the reply. "Would you like to try one?"
Al thought about it for a moment. For all he knew, it could be some really weird animal's finger or something, but on the other hand, when did he ever pass up free snacks?
He shrugged. "Sure, I guess," he said, deciding that it might just offend the guy if he didn't take one.
Kiku produced a red box from one of his pockets, and Al drew a stick from the inside.
He hesitantly put it in his mouth and instantly realized something.
It wasn't something weird at all! Actually, it tasted like chocolate.
"Wow, this is amazing!" he exclaimed. "Do you have any more of these?"
"Uh, yeah," Kiku replied. "There are different flavors. Would you like to try-"
"YES!" Al replied before he could finish his sentence.
An hour later, when everyone else showed up, they arrived to see a very hyper Alfred bouncing off the walls and showering everyone in pocky crumbs.
Kiku was left in the corner, apologizing for being the one who brought this on.
A/N: Now, I really want pocky. Anyone have any? I got some really cool pins at Otakon that I'll trade them for.