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"Mis amigos, could you tell us what we should wear for dinner?" Spain asked the servants.

"Da, we do not know your customs. We wish not to offend your ruler" Russia added.

"If I remember right, Tony said that if I ever were to encounter them in their environment there would most likely be Yakto dressers in my room. The Yakto are very attentive to make sure their routines stay the same. So if they do have guests of a different galactic nativity, they are bent to make sure they are dressed and act properly. Which normally means proper speaking, no yelling or screaming, no unnecessary movement, being clean and tidy. You know, basically as OCD as you can get. They spend most of their lives perfecting their craft" America informed, earning a happy nod from Smif.

"You are already so knowledgeable about our ways Mr. America. It is quite amazing" Juja said. Alfred blushed, causing Juja to jump in alarm, "why is your face so red? Are you becoming ill?" she snatched his face, "oh poor America. You are so warm. Your cheeks are so red they are burning!" this caused Alfred to blush darker, making the other nations snicker.

"Don't fret love, that's normal when a human is embarrassed. It's called blushing, and it's perfectly fine if we do so" Britain explained. France then winked and slung his arm over America.

"Our little Amerique iz so cute! Iz he not?!" France gushed, Alfred by now a tomato.

"France! Hands off! I'm being squished!" America pleaded, causing the countries to laugh. They then stop in front of a door, where they are met with a tall Yakto. He was five-eyed with dark crimson hair with black ends, his attire appearing to be mostly navy with a black pendant. His tail was extremely thin and the fluff was black. The nations were confused, the other three didn't have tails.

"You all must be the nations, I am Mukto. I will be the dresser assisting you during the rest of your stay. I have been informed of what colors you will wear, how to style your clothing, and the proper accessories. I also understand some of the pieces have emotional ties, like the scarf on the tall one. I will adjust my designs to best suit you" he bowed and led the nations in.

There were enough beds for all of them to sleep comfortably. At the foot of each bed were wooden engraved boards with each country's names. Along with sheets that resembled their flags and some ornaments over the beds, there were other indicators like roses intertwines on France's bedposts or a tomato pillow on Spain's. All the countries looked at each other in awe on how organized everything was.

"Wow, these guys put Germany to shame" America joked making Prussia, Romano, Canada, Italy, and Spain double over laughing. Austria, Britain, France, and Russia simply snickered. While China, Japan, and Germany shook their heads. The dresser then looked at them with concern.

"You all may undress, the outfits will soon be done" Mukto informed as he pressed some buttons and a weird buzzing noise filled the air. The nations did as instructed, undressing with no shame in front of each other. They all sat on their beds, waiting for the said clothing to arrive.

The outfits soon appeared, all of them basically the same polo with some strange jean-like pant. The polos all were white and collared, with their flags once again embroidered over the hearts. The pants were a dark navy denim fabric, with pockets in the front and on the butt. The shoes were taupe dress shoes, with socks that went to the ankle and matched their skin tone perfectly.

However, there was one part of the outfit that was different per person. There were thirteen different colored cloaks. Britain's coat was ivory, France's was periwinkle, Canada's was red, China's was gold, Japan's was dark crimson, Russia's was navy, Germany's was pine green, Prussia's was black, Austria's was violet, Spain's was yellow, Feli's was white with a red stripe, Lovino's was white with a green stripe, and America's was the most beautiful sapphire blue.

"Thank you, they are very lovely Mukto" Alfred said bowing as they all began to dress. Once they were all adjusted to their new clothes, they then were given a menu. The list had a multitude of weird sounding dishes, it confused the nations and none of them were able to read it. Well, all except for one. America snickered at the nations, and then sighed.

"What is the matter?" Mukto asked worriedly. He didn't wish to displease his guests. America smiled at him, a smile that actually melted the alien's cold and stern heart.

"Please don't be alarmed. It's not your fault Mukto, they just can't read Yaktonian Jibbling. I'll explain everything to them" Alfred then turned to the menu, "the first item says 'Coplo Dingomak' and it's most comparable to Japan's sushi, only with galactic types of fish. The dish below is 'Yirsh Doy Kompa' and is probably comparable to steak, only the spices are more sweet and it's only cooked one way which is comparable to medium-rare. The dish below that is 'Hory Wanip' a soup mostly like tomato bisque, but made with a spicy vegetable called wanip. Lastly is dessert, 'Gogi Furaw' which is like ice cream but obviously made with a different type of milk" the nations all nodded happily, but Italy sighed.

"Ve? No pasta?" he asked and America chuckled.

"Sorry Italy, no pasta. But it does say they are serving 'Nich, Hoks, yo Boog' which is their 'wine, beer, and soda' From what Tony has researched their wine is actually incredibly sweet, like honey and cherries. Their beer is incredibly strong, comparable to hard liquor. Their soda is carbonated, but the flavors are that of alien fruits" Alfred explained. ((is it sad that I'm having way too much fun making up this stuff?)) The nations nodded.

Mukto then led them all to the dining hall, where he opened the doors to an overwhelming amount of Yakto. The nations all gulped, except America. Mukto then began to walk ahead of them, bowing and then standing straight.

"Khad boo na hizzle nat. Moo ti Dok ralu nane kijura Engu" Mukto announced the nations all looked at Alfred for a translation. Alfred looked behind them and chuckled.

"He said 'these are our guest, the nations of Earth. Please speak English to them'" Alfred then stepped forward, bowing at the crowd and smiling sweetly, "Taf unde ba quila nik. Wak huu lirt dinrot ralu kee say molta" the aliens all stepped forward, swarming the American. Mukto then looked at the nations with a smirk.

"He said 'I am able to speak your language. If you need help with translating let me know' He's quite a special one you have" Mukto then went over to the other dressers and Juja came over.

"You nations will have your own table. Please come with me" Juja then led them to a table right next to a round table with three chairs. The nations all sat down, worried as the drinks were poured that one of them might get drunk. Suddenly the king and his wife appeared, along with a young child. She was a rare beauty of her own kind: she had long artic blue hair in the shape of a heart, a single cerulean eye, a lovely baby pink dress, two horns like her parents, and no tail. She and her family walked over to their table, along the way everybody bowing. The nations stood and bowed as well, but then it happened.

The young princess was taken aback by Alfred's beautiful blue cloak and eyes and sprinted over to him. Alfred looked shocked at the young girl, as she took his hand and led her to her father.

"Koi mutpa Niko" the little one said, making Alfred blush darkly. The king chuckled and so did the rest of the aliens.

"No Arinova, you can't keep him. At least, not yet" the king made the last part come off as a joke to not arouse suspicion with his other guests, but he wasn't joking. In his head he already made up his mind, he wanted to keep Alfred. Russia came over and bowed at the princess, taking Alfred's other hand.

"You have quite a beautiful eye princess. It reminds me of the northern lights, just like Fredka's eyes remind me of the sea and sky" Russia's smile was sweet, but the child still backed off from Alfred. Alfred then walked hand in hand back to the table to Russia, the king seating his daughter and wife. He then raised his glass of wine or nich.

"To our guest, may they have success in their further trials!" The king announced, the whole crowd raising a glass to the king. The meals went great, everybody enjoyed each other's company. The aliens asked many questions and the nations, with the help of Alfred, answered them to the best of their abilities. Night soon fell and Arinova began to get fussy, she was still a toddler after all.

"Niko, sumprit jakso Alfred nartko paj" Alfred turned his back in hearing his name, the king sighing at his daughter. The nursemaid tried her best to calm the princess down but to no avail. Alfred then walked over and bowed.

"I wouldn't mind putting the princess to bed, your majesty. It wouldn't be any trouble, and I would hate to be the reason Arinova gets in trouble for misbehaving" Alfred said with a sincere smile on his face. Arinova lept from her nursemaid's arms and ran into Alfred's. She nuzzled against his neck and cloak, shocking most of the aliens. Royals only do that if they're trying to scent their mates. Was this humanoid boy really enough for the young princess?

The king sighed, not wanting to cause a scene. He led Alfred to Arinova's room, where Alfred tucked her in bed. He began to sing to her an old lullaby, one Ivan would sing to him. Not only Russia though, but his mother Native America would also, his older sister Vinland, as well as France and Finland.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away"

Arinova fell asleep instantly, so Alfred quietly left the room and went back to the dining hall.