(Reader x Aph Japan and Gerita) The Gerita Project

Chapter 6

"Ok, (y/n), I'll have to tell you this now. Are you listening?" The charecter in question nodded. "Good. Now, this bookshop has recently had a new shipment of..." Kiku paused, both for dramatic effect and in preparation for (y/n)'s reaction, "...manga"

(Y/n) simply nodded once again. Although Kiku was rightly steriotyped as tranquil and somewhat indifferent towards most situations, he admired (y/n)'s abrupt acceptance. He was to treasure it as much as possible, because it would become a distant memory in a matter of seconds.

"Alright. We're going to camp out in here for a little while, until we're certain that Germany San and Italy Kun have left, and you're going to try not to make a scene. Is that ok wi-"

"OH MY MAPLE IT'S THE ISSUE OF FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST I NEEDED! OOH, BLACK BUTLER!"

"(Y/n) Chan, you didn't bring any money." Unbeknownst to (y/n), behind his blunt comment was evidence of a gentle grin painted on his face. At some point in time, he couldn't recall when, he had learned that the concerned and disgusted gazes shot at them where futile, and that it was actually rather enjoyable to watch (y/n) be a total weeaboo. Japan had proclaimed himself 'too old' for this, but he simply couldn't resist watching (y/n) gasp and tumble around on the floor like a kitten, high on catnip. Today, doubly so. Not only did her (h/c) hair seem to frame her face like a lion's mane, but an issue of (favourite manga) had just been translated: the same manga that provoked the pair's first conversation.

A compromise had been made a few weeks after Japan and (Y/n) had first been introduced, and the day of what could have been frolicking (or whatever it was Japan was planning to do) in the park had turned into hiding out in the nearest shop that South Korea could drag them into. Within minutes, (Y/n) was chanting, 'Chazz it up! Chazz it up!' As she read her volume of Yu-Gi-Oh! GX, Japan was salvaging the destructed peace, and Im Yong Su was disputing with the shopkeeper over the place in which manga originated in.

(Y/n) was finally running out of oxygen and excess sugar as she returned an issue of Blue Exorsist that she had previously been gasping over. The fact that most of the population of the bookshop where staring at her bothered her less than the loss of the only other otaku within a 10 metre radius. "Kiku San?"

"Ah, s-sorry about that, (y/n) Chan." Kiku chuckled, plodding towards her from behind an alpine bookshelf. "I believe Gerita will be there by now...I wonder how they're doing?"

>>>>>>>>>>>>

"WheRE DID ALL THIS TRUST IN THE GPS COME FROM?" Italy shrieked, slapping frantically at Ludwig' s brawny forearms, "SADLY, I DON'T THINK FRANCE INVITED US TO A DITCH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS!"

"ITS WHERE THE GPS SAID TO GO!" Germany retorted, his booming voice penetrating the irritating clicks and snaps of the twigs swatting the windows. "Maybe this is just an alternative route, or someth-"

A sickening burst of air could be heard from beneath the vehicle. Germany's Volkswagen began to lean sideways slightly, as Ludwig finally slowed the car to a halt. Like goldfish in a photograph, the two sat, mouths agape.

"What...the hell...was that...?"

Germany swallowed forcefully, and tentatively opened the door as if he was expecting a mechanical creature to leap right in front of him and force him into a an animatronic suit. Immediately as he escaped the slouching machine, he was grateful about his decision the close the door behind him, so Italy couldn't hear his lengthy monologue of vibrant German curse words.

"Is something wrong?" Italy questioned innocently, peeping his head out of the window.

"Flat tyre," Germany answered, in a tone so melancholy you'd think someone just died, "we're screwed."