Hetalia Kink meme part 9 -- CLOSED
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Stumbling to catch himself as his feet slid, he grabbed the window, catching sight of himself in the expensive glass that his father had worked so hard to hang on at least one wall in each room.
His hair just barely long enough to be pulled back on the top on his head, brushed the backs of his knees. A beard fell down to his chest, thick and as black as his hair. Eyes that had been brown, just like his Otou-san's had turned dark black, matching in with the centers. Clothing that had fit so loosely that he had stumbled over the hems now clung tightly to him.
He slid down the wall staring at himself in the glass and praying that it was a dream. He was just twelve years old, not old enough to have a beard or have grown that tall overnight. But it wasn't overnight, his traitorous mind supplied. And as much as he wished it was, more then a night, or even a dozen nights had passed.
Crying was for children, his Otou-san had told him that the day he had declared himself a grown man. He would not cry, not until he knew the truth. Forcing his legs underneath him, he stumbled out of his room and toward the kitchen.
Deserted, all of it, the only items that had been left where the ones in his room. He grasped the letter that smelled faintly of his mother's favorite fragrances to his chest, sitting on the futon to rip it open.
Dear Hikaru,
When you read this many years will have passed, now it has been almost a decade since you fell into this sleep, though you cry out and bleed like someone has taken a sword to your flesh. A man came just days after you fell, with one of the Emperor's men, and talked with your Otou-san, about what I know not.
We are moving and though your sisters and I beg, we can not get your Otou-san to bring you with us. Barely did he agree to leave your things, almost taking the portrait of our family that you keep under your pillow. Why he has change we do not know.
Good bye my son, keep safe and be healthy.
Love your Okaa-san.
Hikaru stared at the paper and blinked back the tears, deserted him to the unknown. Alone now, young in mind, and so alone. Twelve, it didn't matter that he was suppose to be over Twenty, he was going to lock himself in his home and never come out. He would not face the world that had betrayed him so.
It wasn't until years later that someone forced his way into the door, a man. Yellow hair like corn and eyes like the sky and sea and small flowers rolled into one. Smiling like the kitsune and charming as the Ookami. And his name; Alfred F. Jones, you can call me Alfred, I'm the Personification of America, Nice to meet you, Japan.
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He fixed his stance, his feet had been moving about again, he had never been good at things like this as a child. America was throwing his hands across the table and only decades of close acquaintanceship let him know that the teapot was about to be lost. Japan caught it and carefully laid it closer to his side of the table.
A nation, America had explained it well, then started slowly introducing him, starting at the world meeting. Where he had met Greece. He brought his thoughts away from the other man, ducking his head, his Otou-san would have been most disappointed.
"Honda-san." The lethargic voice pulled his attention from his blonde companion, "The kitty wishes to lay in your lap."
The small wriggling calico mewed pitifully and Japan could not resist, taking the kitten in hand and laying it in his lap, "Thank you Greece-san, she is adorable."
He didn't see America sneak up behind him and push him forward, sprawling over Greece, landing face to face with the other nation. America must have the same magic with cats as Greece because the calico jumped on his head just after and knocked their mouths together. And Japan felt himself smile.
Some days he liked being Japan, Kiku Honda, the land of the rising sun, with the power of many and the chance to keep his home and people safe. And some days, much fewer then before, he wished he was Hikaru again, the little twelve year old that would run into the field after his Otou-san and come home every night to his sisters and Okaa-san.
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But seriously, this is exactly the kind of fill I love finding and reading for my favorite character. You did a wonderful job with this prompt, exploration of Japan's inner thoughts on becoming a nation, and his interactions with America and Greece.
And some days, much fewer then before, he wished he was Hikaru again, the little twelve year old that would run into the field after his Otou-san and come home every night to his sisters and Okaa-san.
That line just made my heart swell with warmth.
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