It was a normal day in the restaurant. Italy, China, and Mexico were in the kitchen, cooking amazing food as usual, while France, America, and you were taking people's orders and doing waiter stuff. A group of people came in and sat down, which America immediately saw, and he went to go take their order. However, he stopped in his tracks when he realized the group consisted of Britain, Korea, Germany, and Russia. America nudged France, who was walking past, and whispered, "Hey dude, call the translator will ya?" France nodded. "Oui." He said, before turning and calling out, "Hé, ma dame, America needs you!" to you. You are, being the bilingual genius you are, of course the translator in question. You quickly go over to America, who seemed quite nervous, which is not like him at all. "What seems to be the problem here?" You ask with a polite smile. "Oh yeah, uhm, I'm not sure whether these people can speak English." He says, earning a skeptical look from Britain, which America noticed as he added, "...At least not the type I can understand."