[ I DREAM OF YOU / fanfiction / G / family, hurt and comfort ]
Tilte: I Dream of You
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Little Japan has just witnessed his first war and it terrified him. When he can't sleep, a little loving guidance from his older brother can go a long way...
He couldn’t sleep. Visions of that war, that battle, haunted his mind.
Japan looked around the darkened room all around him, his eyes suddenly filled with the horrible memory of hundreds dead and maimed. His nose could only smell iron and a black death. The ground his feet felt through torn and mangled sandals was course and ashen, rocky. The sky was overcast with a seasonal rain due, but the crispness that nature produced mingled so terribly with the inorganic stench of blood and bloodied armor.
He tried tangling himself deeper beneath the sheets, almost wishing for his breath to be stolen away. He fingers clutched the sheets until they were starkly white. His eyes squeezed shut but the visions wouldn’t go away.
He tried thinking on his older brother who wasn’t there. The kind man of where-the-sun-sets who had found him and treated him so kindly. That had been a time ago and he knew he was on his own, seeing the gentle immortal only when times were peaceful and right. Golden eyes that pulled him in and wrapped around him like honey; eyes he stared at to the point of unnerving the elder.
His king had deemed it right to make little Japan witness his first war. Both sides knew who he was so they let him be, not taking him as a double agent or anything. He watched as these pettier warlords waged war with each other, killing and maiming and making water turn thick with blood. It hurt to watch, but he had stayed silent and watched from a distance.
Japan’s eyes opened one final time, this time staying open. He burst from the bed in fright like a demon was at his heels, hurling open the crude door before coming into a main chamber. It was dark like everywhere else, but something stood out. Or rather, someone. Long black hair tied back shone out at him, golden eyes taking in the toddler-looking nation with something of softness and affection. Japan ran into open arms gladly, so unlike himself. But he felt scared and needed his older brother more than ever.
“Yao-ge!” little Japan squeaked into the other’s arms. Large sleeves engulfed him and Japan enjoyed their warmth for only a moment. He pulled back, taking in his older brother’s kind, worried expression.
“What’s wrong, Kiku-di~aru?” China asked kindly, using his human name in case other people were present. But it sounded so personal as well. He stood up, tiny Japan cowering deeper into his emerald, silken hanfu robes. Japan couldn’t take it any longer.
“Yao-ge…” Japan sniffed and lost it. Tears became heavy and weighed upon him, coursing down his cheeks in thick, warm streams.
“I-It was s-so scary, Yao-ge! There was blood and…and…” words failed him. Japan continued crying, choking out his words between sobs. He hiccupped, China patting the smaller nation’s back.
“You were in a war, weren’t you~aru! Aiya, how could they do that to my cute little brother~aru? Maybe I should talk to them~aru!” China resolved, sounding indignant and vigorous, as usual. He started off, gait firm. This caused Japan to panic.
“N-No, please don’t, Yao-ge! You might get in trouble!” Japan pleaded, China acquiescing reluctantly.
China gave a defeated sigh, worried gaze studying Japan’s pleading one.
China worked up a bright smile. “I think I know what could help~aru!” he said, a bright idea leading them through the dark. Japan’s crying quieted as China took Japan outside. He brought them to the wooden façade, walking around the roka. When they came upon the full moon, Japan quieted himself in wonder.
“Looking up at the moon always cheers me up when I feel sad~aru!” China declared, plopping down comfortably on the wooden roka. Japan looked up at him quizzically.
They both studied the moon in quiet wonder and silent awe.
China spoke suddenly. “Did you know that there are many legends surrounding the moon, Riben-di~aru?” Japan shifted slightly on China’s lap, craning his neck to look at the elder nation.
“When I look up at the moon, I remember one in particular~aru. There’s a rabbit in the moon who makes an elixir for immortality~aru, and there are so many more I could tell you about~aru.”
“How does that make you feel better, Yao-ge?” Japan asked quietly. The moon entranced him, and, looking carefully, he could see the rabbit his brother spoke of.
“It makes me feel better because I know that people created those legends~aru. And when I think of those people, I know that when I feel sad that I still have to protect them~aru. Every sadness that I endure is something I can gain strength from to help me protect them~aru. It’s because of that I can go on, and so can you~aru.” Japan turned away and considered the older nation’s words.
Japan smiled at the thought, the fear of his first war fading slightly. “Thank you, Yao-ge,” he said in a tiny voice. He cuddled closer to the elder, who hugged him tight. The watched the moon in blissful silence together.
*
Last thoughts: This is my first kink meme written for someone who requested a fic of " Nation X is having a really horrible day. Everything is going wrong, and they're just terribly stressed and upset, but try to keep going on with their day...until they run into their big brother/sister/nation who raised them whatever. The older sibling tries to ask them what's wrong, and Nation X just falls apart. Cue lots of sweet comforting from the older sibling." For the sake of IC, I made Japan a kid again since him as a grown-up and crying wouldn't really fly with you guys... Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!
(Notes:
-A hanfu is a basic article of Chinese clothing.
-"-ge" is like the Japanese "onii-san" and is something you could use for an older friend or older brother.
-"-di" is like "younger brother" in Chinese and can be used for younger friends or younger brothers instead of the full suffix of "didi.")
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Little Japan has just witnessed his first war and it terrified him. When he can't sleep, a little loving guidance from his older brother can go a long way...
He couldn’t sleep. Visions of that war, that battle, haunted his mind.
Japan looked around the darkened room all around him, his eyes suddenly filled with the horrible memory of hundreds dead and maimed. His nose could only smell iron and a black death. The ground his feet felt through torn and mangled sandals was course and ashen, rocky. The sky was overcast with a seasonal rain due, but the crispness that nature produced mingled so terribly with the inorganic stench of blood and bloodied armor.
He tried tangling himself deeper beneath the sheets, almost wishing for his breath to be stolen away. He fingers clutched the sheets until they were starkly white. His eyes squeezed shut but the visions wouldn’t go away.
He tried thinking on his older brother who wasn’t there. The kind man of where-the-sun-sets who had found him and treated him so kindly. That had been a time ago and he knew he was on his own, seeing the gentle immortal only when times were peaceful and right. Golden eyes that pulled him in and wrapped around him like honey; eyes he stared at to the point of unnerving the elder.
His king had deemed it right to make little Japan witness his first war. Both sides knew who he was so they let him be, not taking him as a double agent or anything. He watched as these pettier warlords waged war with each other, killing and maiming and making water turn thick with blood. It hurt to watch, but he had stayed silent and watched from a distance.
Japan’s eyes opened one final time, this time staying open. He burst from the bed in fright like a demon was at his heels, hurling open the crude door before coming into a main chamber. It was dark like everywhere else, but something stood out. Or rather, someone. Long black hair tied back shone out at him, golden eyes taking in the toddler-looking nation with something of softness and affection. Japan ran into open arms gladly, so unlike himself. But he felt scared and needed his older brother more than ever.
“Yao-ge!” little Japan squeaked into the other’s arms. Large sleeves engulfed him and Japan enjoyed their warmth for only a moment. He pulled back, taking in his older brother’s kind, worried expression.
“What’s wrong, Kiku-di~aru?” China asked kindly, using his human name in case other people were present. But it sounded so personal as well. He stood up, tiny Japan cowering deeper into his emerald, silken hanfu robes. Japan couldn’t take it any longer.
“Yao-ge…” Japan sniffed and lost it. Tears became heavy and weighed upon him, coursing down his cheeks in thick, warm streams.
“I-It was s-so scary, Yao-ge! There was blood and…and…” words failed him. Japan continued crying, choking out his words between sobs. He hiccupped, China patting the smaller nation’s back.
“You were in a war, weren’t you~aru! Aiya, how could they do that to my cute little brother~aru? Maybe I should talk to them~aru!” China resolved, sounding indignant and vigorous, as usual. He started off, gait firm. This caused Japan to panic.
“N-No, please don’t, Yao-ge! You might get in trouble!” Japan pleaded, China acquiescing reluctantly.
China gave a defeated sigh, worried gaze studying Japan’s pleading one.
China worked up a bright smile. “I think I know what could help~aru!” he said, a bright idea leading them through the dark. Japan’s crying quieted as China took Japan outside. He brought them to the wooden façade, walking around the roka. When they came upon the full moon, Japan quieted himself in wonder.
“Looking up at the moon always cheers me up when I feel sad~aru!” China declared, plopping down comfortably on the wooden roka. Japan looked up at him quizzically.
They both studied the moon in quiet wonder and silent awe.
China spoke suddenly. “Did you know that there are many legends surrounding the moon, Riben-di~aru?” Japan shifted slightly on China’s lap, craning his neck to look at the elder nation.
“When I look up at the moon, I remember one in particular~aru. There’s a rabbit in the moon who makes an elixir for immortality~aru, and there are so many more I could tell you about~aru.”
“How does that make you feel better, Yao-ge?” Japan asked quietly. The moon entranced him, and, looking carefully, he could see the rabbit his brother spoke of.
“It makes me feel better because I know that people created those legends~aru. And when I think of those people, I know that when I feel sad that I still have to protect them~aru. Every sadness that I endure is something I can gain strength from to help me protect them~aru. It’s because of that I can go on, and so can you~aru.” Japan turned away and considered the older nation’s words.
Japan smiled at the thought, the fear of his first war fading slightly. “Thank you, Yao-ge,” he said in a tiny voice. He cuddled closer to the elder, who hugged him tight. The watched the moon in blissful silence together.
*
Last thoughts: This is my first kink meme written for someone who requested a fic of " Nation X is having a really horrible day. Everything is going wrong, and they're just terribly stressed and upset, but try to keep going on with their day...until they run into their big brother/sister/nation who raised them whatever. The older sibling tries to ask them what's wrong, and Nation X just falls apart. Cue lots of sweet comforting from the older sibling." For the sake of IC, I made Japan a kid again since him as a grown-up and crying wouldn't really fly with you guys... Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!
(Notes:
-A hanfu is a basic article of Chinese clothing.
-"-ge" is like the Japanese "onii-san" and is something you could use for an older friend or older brother.
-"-di" is like "younger brother" in Chinese and can be used for younger friends or younger brothers instead of the full suffix of "didi.")