Master, I Love YouWarnings: Crack... so cracky I don't even know...
The world meetings were always boring and not nearly awesome enough for him to even care, yet he still insisted in going along. Prussia sighed when he arrived home from the latest meeting, tired and slightly annoyed. Of course, the ex-nation didn't have to go to these meetings but he went anyway so he could annoy the other countries.
Germany had decided to leave with Italy that afternoon so Prussia had the house to himself. He hung his jacket up on the hanger by the door and walked straight into the kitchen and grabbed himself a cold beer from the fridge. Savouring the taste, he smiled to himself and allowed himself to relax as he took another swig then walked into the living room. This cold beer and a few hours on the X-Box should be enough to make him feel relaxed, right?
However, he was not expecting to find another person sitting on the couch.
Wearing next to nothing, might I add.
Prussia spat out his beer in shock and his crimso
Japan slapped a hand on his alarm clock. It was six in the morning; time for school. He dragged himself off of him bed on the floor. Going to his closet, he pulled out his academy uniform and pulled it on. He could hear the bumping of Taiwan and Vietnam running around to get ready for school. With his uniform on and his bag ready, he stepped out of his room. At that moment, Korea zipped by with Taiwan following him.
“Give me back my hair clip!” She cried.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha,” Korea cackled.
Japan ignored them and headed towards the kitchen. When he entered, the stove was on and he could smell food cooking, but he didn’t see China. His questions were answered with a gong and Korea yelping in pain. China soon entered, holding his wok. He too wore a uniform.
“Good morning, aru,” he said,” Breakfast is almost ready.”
Japan nodded and sat down at the table. Vietnam was the next one to come in. Then Hong Kong and Thailand stumbled in. Taiwan and Korea were the last to enter the kitchen. Korea was still rubbing his head.
“The bus will be here soon,” Hong Kong said,” We have to go now.”
“Eat your breakfast first, aru!” China scolded,” Food help a healthy body grow, aru.”
Hong Kong rolled his eyes. As soon as China set the plates of food on the table, everyone stuff it in their mouths quickly. Japan managed to finish his plate first and helped China get the dishes into the sink. Then there was a mad run to the door to put on shoes. After all the dishes were cleared, Japan also ran over to the front door.
“Hey Japan!” Korea shouted before he headed out the door.
Japan looked over his shoulder just in time to see Korea lung towards him. Before he could speak, two long arm wrapped around his body tightly.
“What is the meaning of this?!” Japan demanded.
“Is there something wrong with hugging my bro?” Korea teased.
Japan gave him a hard gab in the ribs and walked out the door. He walked quickly towards the bus stop where he was relieved to see that the bus did not come by yet. Only Liechtenstein and Switzerland were standing there.
“Good morning,” he greeted.
“Guten Morgen,” Liechtenstein said to him sweetly.
Japan nodded over to Switzerland and stood on the other side of the bus stop. He heard the footsteps of his siblings approaching and…snickering. Japan turned around to see what was so funny but saw nothing.
“Why are you guys laughing?” He finally asked.
“Nothing! It’s nothing!” Hong Kong said quickly, smiling.
Very strange, Japan thought.
“Um…Japan?” Liechtenstein said.
Japan turned back around. In a blink, Liechtenstein embraced him into a big hug.
“WOAH!” Japan shouted.
He quickly pulled her off of him and gently pushed her away. His siblings behind him started cracking up.
“Will you please tell me why you invaded my personal space?” Japan gasped.
Liechtenstein immediately stopped talking and glanced behind him.
“Um, it’s nothing really. I just thought you needed a hug,” she said sweetly.
She then turned and rejoined her brother.
That was weird, Japan thought.
They only had to wait a couple more minutes before the bus finally came. Japan let everyone else pass him before entering the bus himself. He sat in the first available seat across from England.
“Morning,” he said tiredly.
“Good morning,” Japan said,” Are you ready for the Spanish quiz?”
“Crap! I forgot all about that,” England moaned,” Oh well, I’ll just wing it.”
Japan nodded then looked out the window.
Oh. It looks like the cherry blossoms are blooming, he thought. How wonderful.
The spring scenery went by quickly as the bus drove from stop to stop. Eventually the bus stopped at the academy where the student got off. Japan got off last and tagged along with England.
“So, how are you?” England asked.
Japan was about to answer but before he could he felt someone grab a hold of him from behind. As the person’s grip tightened, Japan got a strong whiff of cat hair.
“Greece?” He asked.
“Yeah,” Greece whispered into his ear.
England walked on for a meter before noticing Japan was missing.
“What the bloody hell!” He shouted.
“Greece, could you please let go?” Japan asked.
“I’m sorry,” Greece apologized,” You just look so cuddly now I just wanted to-“
The two were jolted backwards and Greece was separated from Japan.
“Quit hugging my buddy you little brat!” Turkey shouted at ear splitting level.
Japan backed up with England again. Turkey was holding Greece by the collar tightly.
“Let go,” Greece demanded softly,” I was just talking to him.”
“You’re lying; you were telling him lies behind my back, weren’t you?” Turkey hissed.
England tugged on Japan’s shoulder and they bother left while the other two started to brawl. Japan looked around cautiously to the other students getting their things out of their lockers for class.
“Hey England, is there something going on today that I didn’t know about?” He finally asked.
“Not that I know of,” England answered,” Why?”
“Everyone seems different today,” Japan replied,” I can’t explain it but it seem that things are different today.”
“Your just be paranoid.”
Japan flinched as America pulled him into a big bear hug. He squirmed around to get out of the younger nations powerful grip.
“Please let me go America,” Japan begged.
“Aw, why?” America asked.
“America, let him go before you squeeze him to death,” England said.
America sighed and released Japan. England helped him up and brushed off his jacket.
“Uh, Japan,” he said curiously,” Did you that you had a-“
England’s voice became muffled and his disappeared into the crowd.
“England?” Japan asked,” Where’d he go?”
“I dunno,” America said.
“Hm,” Japan sighed,” Now tell me why you did that to me.”
“Didn’t you hear dude? It’s ‘hug an Asian’ day,” America replied,” It’s all over Facebook.”
That makes sense, Japan thought.
“Well, can you please tell everyone that I would appreciate not being hugged?” He asked.
With that, America half walked and half jogged away. Japan sighed and turned to go to his locker. That’s when he ran into a tall figure. Looking up his saw Russia’s smiling face.
“Good morning Japan. You look well today,” Russia said.
“Um, thank you,” Japan whimpered.
Russia smiled even bigger. Then he extended both of his arms around Japan’s small frame. Japan ran away as fast as he could in the direction of his locker. Other countries gave him funny looks. Finally, he made it to his locker next to the water fountain. He reached up and turned the knob of his lock to his combination.
“Good morning Japan!~” Italy called out.
Japan quickly backed up against the locker.
“What’s bugging you?” Italy asked curiously.
“Just…please don’t touch me today,” Japan begged.
“Ve…okay,” Italy said.
“Thank you. I’ve already had enough people touching me. It has been very traumatic for me.”
Three male class mates crowded around Japan in a big group hug. Japan recognized the silver, gold, and chocolate colored hair.
“Ah!” He yelped, trying to escape.
“What’s wrong, can’t take my awesomeness?” Prussia teased.
“I think he needs some air,” Spain said.
“But everyone needs a bit of big brother’s love,” France said.
“Uh…okay,” Spain said.
“Please! I beg of you! Let me go!” Japan shouted.
“That’s enough!” Germany shouted.
The trio quickly broke up and ran down the hall. Japan fell to the floor, panting.
“Are you okay Japan?” Germany asked.
“Yes, I’m fine,” Japan said,” I just want to know why everyone has been getting into my personal space. It is very irritating.”
Germany helped him up. Japan brushed off his coat and returned to his locker, opening it.
“Uh, Japan,” Germany said.
“You do realize you have a piece of paper with ‘hug me’ written on it taped to your back right?”
Japan’s eyes widened.
“What?” He screamed.
He clawed his own back until he touched paper and tore it off. It did say ‘hug me’ and the hand writing look very familiar.
“Korea!” He shouted.
Korea laughed from a safe distance along with America and Prussia.
“Dude, that was so totally awesome!” America said,” His expression is priceless!”
“You were so right, it was better to do that on him!” Prussia cackled.
Japan felt his hands begin to shake. He slowly started walking over to the three. Korea noticed him first.
“Uh oh, time to go,” he said.
The three ran off with Japan close on their heels.
“HOW DARE YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO ME?! I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU REGRET THIS!” Japan screamed.
“Good grief,” Germany sighed.
“Please leave a message after the beep.”
“Hey Germany, it’s Italy. I was wondering if you wanted to come and have Christmas eve at my house tomorrow. We can open presents, eat turkey, and all sorts of fun stuff. Be here tomorrow at six.”
“Please leave a message after the beep.”
“Hey Japan, you want to come to my house for Christmas eve. I know you’re not a Christian but we can still have fun. Come but my house at six tomorrow. See you then. Bye bye.”
. . .
Germany walked through the Italian streets with a wreath around one arm and two small bags in the other. He watched the numerous Italian families and couples walk down the street. Lights were strung everywhere and music was being played loudly.
“How can he be so festive at a time of war?” He asked himself.
He looked down a street to the left and saw Japan walking with some packages in one hand and a piece of paper in the other hand. Germany walked up to him. When he got close Japan looked up at him.
“Oh, are you going to Italy’s house too?” He asked.
“Yeah,” Germany replied.
“Can you take me there?” Japan asked,” I’m afraid Italy’s directions confuse me.”
“Yeah, it’s this way.”
Germany led Japan down the festive streets to the house he had visited some many times. He knocked once on the front doors. There was the sound of scrambling and feet running on a hardwood floor. The door opened quickly to Italy.
“You made it! Yeah!” He cheered,” Come on in guys.”
Germany and Japan entered the warm house. Green and red decorations hung everywhere and the smell of a Christmas feast was coming from the kitchen.
“I was up all night with the decorations,” Italy explained.
“Where is your brother?” Germany asked,” He’s usually around here.”
“Oh, he’s with Spain right now,” Italy said.
“Where do I put these?” Japan asked, motioning to his packages.
“Over here,” Italy said.
He pointed into the living room where a bare evergreen tree stood.
“I thought we could decorate the tree together,” Italy said,” You can put your things on the coffee table for now.”
Japan placed his packages on the small coffee table.
“I brought this wreath,” Germany said.
“We’ll hang it over here,” Italy said.
He pointed to a hook on the back of the front door that seemed to be put there for that specific reason. Germany hung the green wreath on the hook while Japan helped Italy unpack the Christmas ornaments. Japan pulled out an ornament of a manger with Mary, Joseph, and the baby Jesus.
“What’s this one about?” He asked.
“That’s the manger scene,” Italy explained,” That’s where Mary gave birth to Jesus.”
“I’m afraid I’m not familiar with Christian stories,” Japan admitted.
“Christmas was said to be the day Jesus was born,” Germany said,” Mary, the virgin mother, was told by an angel that she will give birth to a savior.”
“So she and her husband Joseph went to Bethlehem to give birth to the baby,” Italy continued,” They couldn’t find anywhere else to stay but they found a stable to rest in. That was where she gave birth.”
“Interesting,” Japan said,” But how can Mary be pregnant if she’s a virgin?”
“I-it’s complicated,” Germany stuttered.
Germany picked up an ornament and hanged in on the nearest branch. Italy hanged up two more. Japan examined the manger scene a little longer before hanging in on a branch. They took fifteen minutes to hang ornaments and tinsel on the green branches. When they were done Italy stepped back to have a look at it.
“It looks so pretty!” He exclaimed.
“May I take a picture?” Japan asked.
He pulled out a camera from what seemed like nowhere.
“Sure,” Italy replied.
Japan set his camera up on a nearby mantle while Italy and Germany kneeled by the tree. Germany was on one knee while Italy sat on his knees. Japan set the timer and joined them by the tree on one knee. The camera clicked three seconds then flashed a light. Japan got up to check the picture.
“It looks good,” he reported.
They heard a small ding come from the kitchen.
“Ooo! The turkey is done!” Italy squealed.
He ran into the kitchen. Japan took a few more pictures of the tree while Germany followed after the excited Italy. The minute he entered the kitchen Italy removed a large, juicy turkey from the oven. On the counter there were bowls of delicious food. Italy placed the turkey on the table that was set for three. He rushed back into the kitchen to bring the food on the table. Germany followed him and took a few of the bowls to the table. When they had finished, Japan came in. He eyes widened at the gigantic feast. He raised the camera and snapped a picture of the table.
“Come, sit,” Italy ordered, pulling out a chair.
“I don’t think I can eat most of this,” Japan said.
“You can take some food back home if you’d like,” Italy suggested.
Japan set his camera on the counter and took the seat that Italy offered him.
“Germany, do you want to carve the turkey?” Italy asked.
“I suppose,” Germany replied.
Italy sat in his chair across from Japan, letting Germany take the seat that was closest to the turkey. Germany picked up the large fork and knife Italy placed there for him and cut into the meaty, dead bird. He neatly cut out slices which he then dished out to his friends then to himself. Italy reached from under his chair and pulled up a wine bottle.
“I’ve been saving this for a special occasion,” he said.
He opened it and poured it into his glass then Japan’s and Germany’s.
“Thank you,” Japan said.
“Now it’s time for grace,” Italy said,” Do you want to do it Germany?”
“Go right on ahead,” Germany said.
Italy smiled and clasped his hands together. Germany did the same, bowing his head. Japan looked between Germany and Italy, no knowing what to do. Germany looked over to him.
“It’s a custom,” he explained.
“Ah,” Japan said, bringing his hands together.
Italy cleared his throat then began the prayer.
“Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name. Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.”
“Amen,” Germany said.
“Amen?” Japan questioned.
“Right! Let’s eat,” Italy said.
They passed around the bowls of food so that they could each have some of it.
“Pardon me Germany,” Japan said,” But what does ‘amen’ mean?”
“It’s just something we say at the end of prayers,” Germany explained,” I don’t know the exact meaning of it.”
“Ah,” Japan said.
They ate, occasionally talking to one another. When they finished, each one of them felt tired.
“That was a good meal,” Germany said.
“Hai, I agree,” Japan said.
“I’m glad you guys liked it,” Italy said,” You can sit in the living room while I clean this up.”
“You sure you don’t want help?” Germany asked.
“I’m positive,” Italy said.
Germany and Japan lazily got out of the kitchen chairs while Italy started to clear the table away.
“I didn’t know that you eat so much at Christmas,” Japan commented.
“Ja, it’s something we do around here,” Germany said.
They sat on the couch, listening to the ruckus Italy was making in the kitchen. Japan looked back over to the tree.
“It’s very pretty,” he said.
“Ja,” Germany said,” I missed doing this.”
“I must admit that I can’t see you doing something like this on your own.”
“My brother and I would do this every year when we were little. We would decorate a tree and open presents. It feels weird to do it now though.”
“It does feel strange. But it’s fun to do this with others.”
Italy entered the living room with two packages in his arms.
“You’re done already?” Germany asked.
“I finished super quickly so we can open presents real quickly,” Italy said.
If only he were this diligent every day, Germany though.
“Let’s sit on the floor,” Italy suggested, sitting down on the floor.
Germany and Japan eased themselves from the couch to the floor. Italy handed a the thinner of the packages to Japan and the smaller one to Germany.
“Open mine first,” he said.
Japan and Germany took their presents and opened the
“Oh my,” Japan said, admiring the painting of the Japanese countryside he received,” Thank you very much.”
“You’re welcome,” Italy beamed.
Germany tore open the paper on his package and stared blankly at the bright emerald green sweater that was inside.
“Do you like it?” Italy asked,” I don’t know if I made it the right size.”
Germany held it up to see. It looked a little bit big.
“I think it will be fine,” Germany said.
“Try it on,” Italy said.
“I’ll try it on later.”
“No. Now. So that I know it fits.”
Germany sighed. He removed his green shirt and pulled on the sweater.
“There. It looks so pretty on you,” Italy said.
“Uh, yeah,” Germany said.
“I have some presents for you two as well,” Japan said.
He grabbed his packages on the coffee table and handed them to Germany and Italy. Germany pulled back the paper to a trunk. He opened the trunk to a samurai sword.
“Wow, cool!” He exclaimed,” Thanks.”
Japan nodded at him.
“Yeah!” Italy cheered, holding up the stuffed kitty that was inside of his package.
He gave Japan a huge hug which Japan stiffened in. Germany grabbed the two bags he came in with.
“I suppose it’s time for mine,” he said, handing each of his friends a bag.
Italy pulled out the contents in his bag. It was a pendent much like the one Germany wore all the time.
“Oh thank you Germany!” He said.
Japan opened his bag to the same little pendent.
“I had a few around,” Germany explained,” And I was so busy that I couldn’t go buy a nice present.”
“It’s okay,” Japan said,” It’s like a friendship pendent.”
“Yeah, we can be like triplets,” Italy said.
“I will go get my camera for a picture,” Japan said.
Japan went into the kitchen. Italy followed him with Germany following him. Japan was winding up his camera when they entered. They stood in the doorway to wait for him. Italy just happened to look up then his eyes widened.
“Oh!” He gasped.
Germany looked up. A small, familiar bundle of leaves was hanging directly above their heads.
“Oh no, you can’t be serious,” Germany said.
He heard Italy whimper a little bit. He glanced down to find that Italy was getting on his tip toes. Germany sighed a little bit before bending down a little and giving Italy a kiss on the cheek.
Germany quickly looked over to Japan. His eyes were wide in shock and his camera trembled in his hands.
“Did you take a picture?!” Germany screamed.
“I’m sorry!” Japan apologized,” I was surprised to see you kiss Italy that I jumped.”
“It wasn’t a kiss, it-,” Germany couldn’t think of anything to say.
“Come on, let’s go back into the living room to take pictures,” Italy suggested.
He grabbed onto Japan’s arm and led him back into the living room. Germany took a few minutes to stop blushing before he followed his friends back to their decorated tree.
A few clouds blocked the sun momentarily as Japan walked down the dirt road heading towards Greece’s house. He still wore his business suit but had the white coat unbuttoned. In his hands he carried a suitcase that he didn’t have time to take back home. When the sun came back out he squinted.
I can’t believe there were no other buses to get there, he thought. I’m going to have to ask Greece for some water and a change of clothes when I get there. I feel so gross.
After some time he did manage to cross the border into the city limits of Athens. Now he could see the ruins and homes of the civilians. Before he got too much farther he let out a big yawn.
So tired, I shouldn’t have stayed up so late last night, he thought.
Finding a large tree, he sat under the shade to rest. Gradually he sat down at the base of the tree and removed his coat to cool down.
“I’ll just rest here for a little bit then head right over,” he said to himself.
He sat up against the bark and looked forward. Some people passed by to get into the city for a good spot to watch the firework show that would happen that night. Japan patted his pocket where Greece’s handwritten invite was. He closed his eyes for a minute, imagining how good the night air would feel. Before he knew it, his mind had slipped into sleepy unconsciousness.
. . .
Greece paced around his mother’s old ruins panicked. It had been two hours since Japan said he would arrive and the fireworks were going to start in an hour. Earlier he had sent some of his cats out to try and find him but none of them had returned yet. He looked over to where he set up a blanket to sit on and some snack for them to eat.
“Maybe…he was busy…..or still getting ready,” he said to the cat that was on his head,” Or maybe….that bastard Turkey turned him against me.”
The cat meowed in response. Greece paced some more when a few of the cats he sent out ran over. He stopped where he was and kneeled down to it.
“Did you find him?” He asked.
The cats nodded their heads. Relieved, Greece sighed deeply.
“Please..take me to him,” he said.
The cats ran into the direction they came from with Greece following close behind. He ran down the road, passing many groups of people, to where the city limits were. Finally they made it to a tree off the road where Japan lay sleeping. Dozens of other cats surrounded him, meowing.
“Good,” Greece sighed,” He’s okay.”
He knelt down beside the Asian as the cats cleared to let him in.
“Japan…wake up,” he whispered.
However, Japan continued to sleep. Greece huffed in minor frustration. He then picked the other country up like a child and stood up.
“Can you get that?” He asked the cats, motioning to the suitcase.
Two cats managed to push the suitcase to the road then used their teeth to pick it up. Together they all walked down the road towards the city.
. . .
“-an…Japan…Wake up Japan.”
With the sound of his name, Japan opened his eyes a little bit. When his vision finally focused he found Greece hovering inches above him.
“AH!” He screamed.
He sat up quickly, hitting his head against Greece’s head. Both of them groaned in pain. Japan then looked around to find himself in the middle of one of the ruins. Dozens of cats surrounded them.
“What is going on? How did I get here?” Japan demanded,” Why where you invading my personal space like that?”
“My cats…they found you sleeping under a tree,” Greece explained,” So we brought you here…so you wouldn’t miss the fireworks.”
“Oh,” Japan said,” My apologies.”
Greece then reached inside of the basket next to him and pulled out some bread.
“Here…you must be hungry,” he said.
Japan graciously took the bread and immediately started eating it. He was amazed by how hungry he was. Once he had finished that bread he turned to look at Greece.
“I’m sorry for being so late,” he began,” The meeting went longer than I expected and I missed the bus to get here.”
“It’s okay Japan…as long as you made it,” Greece replied,” By the way….where are you staying?”
Before Japan could answer a red firework shot up in the air and exploded. The countries looked up to watch as the show began. Over and over a firework was fired, leaving a beautiful color pattern in the night sky.
“These are wonderful,” Japan praised,” There’s like the fireworks I see at Hong Kong’s place a lot.”
“Yes they are cool….but not as cool as you,” Greece said.
In complete silence, they watched the fireworks in the sky as the cats meowed in amazement.