"Please leave," he requested, in what he hoped was a forceful manner. "I do not wish to speak with you."

"It isn't your choice, Japan," the blond haired man replied, smiling broadly. "It's mine. And I want us to 'talk.'"

"There is nothing for us to 'talk' about, sir. I am not, and will not allow you to disrupt our peace." Japan glared up at the taller man whose eyes were smiling hungrily behind his glasses.

"I won't be disrupting your peace… if you comply. I just want to be friends with you, Japan. Trading buddies, you know?"

"I know the kinds of things you Westerners have been doing to china. I refuse to be a part of your game."

"I guess I didn't make myself clear earlier." America's face was smiling, but his voice was chillingly cold. "This isn't your choice."

Japan slammed the front door shut in his face and locked it, trying to calm down his heartbeat.

"Never…," he growled to himself. But the internal peace he almost achieved was shattered by loud bangings on the front door that seemed to shake the foundation of the house.

"Japan-," America called. "Open this door, or I'll have to do it for you." He did not wait for a response, but rather, kicked the door in with the last few words. Japan had run into his room and slid shut the door quietly, hoping that… He didn't quite know what he was hoping for. He couldn't possibly go outside, and it was only a matter of time before America went through every other room to get to his.

As soon as he heard America's footsteps and the violent openings and closings coming closer, he fled to the other side of the room, his back to the wall.

America flung open the sliding door and smiled. "There you are." He advanced, walking swiftly across the room to stop right in front of the much smaller nation.

"Y-you have some nerve!" Japan spat, glaring up at the blond man fiercely. "To just walk into my house without permission!"

"Japan," America smirked. "If you don't watch it, this will become my beach house."

"H-how dare you?" Japan raised his hand to slap him across the face, but America effortlessly caught his wrist. Smiling, he forcefully pushed him against the wall, pinning him.

"I could just destroy you and make you mine," He said, looking down at the man who was frozen in place, with a horrified expression. "But I'm being nice and offering to be a trading buddy. It's beneficial to both of us, don't you think?"

"I-I will no-!" the smaller man's protest was cut short by a sharp intake of breath as America bent over and bit a bit of skin on his exposed collar bone.

Smiling smugly, America let go of him, allowing him sink to the ground in shock.

"I'll be back soon," he called as he walked out of the room. "I'll be looking forward to your positive answer."

He gave a small wave without turning around and left the house, leaving the shaking small nation on the floor. His hands covered his face, and the bite mark on his shoulder showed up clearly on his pale skin that had not seen sunlight in centuries.

America walked out into the sun with a dark smile, silently celebrating his victory.