Happy New Year, everyone! I'm ridiculously happy to inform you that this is a sequel to my surprisingly popular oneshot, Hamburgers. Check it out, new readers!

Thanks to Pissed Off Irish Chick to give me the idea for a drabble series! Though I might be tempted to make this a full-length fic… .

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Inuyasha. If I did, the screams of young children would be forever imbedded in your ears.

Kagome was entirely mystified as to how she'd gotten into this situation.

First, she'd sensed something that wasn't entirely human when entering that horrible excuse for a restaurant, McDonald's. When she proceeded to (rightfully!) criticize the place in a loud voice, the source of the not-quite-youki turned around and started to defend his restaurant on the basis that it was American.

It really wasn't her fault that she had responded that her country's food was much better. It was! But the irritating guy had declared that he'd make her sample some American cuisine, then dragged her away from her friends, their tour guide, and all of her money.

Yes, she'd forgotten her purse.

Now she was sitting across from the hyperactive foreigner- or was she the foreigner?- in a coffee shop, a mocha sitting untouched on the table before her.

Life wasn't fair at all.

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Alfred was having a great day! He'd managed to pick up a cute foreign chick at a McDonald's, and she was totally into him. Sure, all she had said was "Take me back, Jones-san!" and "Where are we?," but he was sure she was playing hard to get.

So, he'd decided to call Japan to help him out.

"Hello?"

"Ja- I mean Kiku, buddy!"

There was a distinct sigh on the other line. "What can I do for you, America?"

"Well, I managed to pick up this hot Japanese girl, but she won't talk to me. What do I do?"

"Can she speak English?"

"Yeah, pretty well."

"What has she said to you?"

"Mostly, 'Bring me back, baka!' and 'Where are we?' Hey, what does baka mean, anyway?"

"…I think that you should return her to where she was, Alfred-san."

"No way, dude! I swear, she's really into me!"

"Well-"

Japan was cut off by a loud sputter, followed by numerous cries of pain.

"No, stop! Ow! Sorry! Sorry, just let go of me!"

The line went dead.

Japan, closet pervert that he was, had to force himself not to immediately make a doujinshi about all of the possible places his citizen could be grabbing. He rushed out of the house, intent on catching a plane to help his ally.