Random Countyhumans relationships and friendships

The Contrast of Virtual and Real (🇯🇵)

– Oh, you've come back!

– Yeah, I did. I mean, you're pretty nice to talk to sometimes...

– Haha, and other times?

– Bloodthirsty, like, way too bloodthirsty for a therapist, uh... mentor figure.

– I can see why you'd say that! I've been trying to change, really, Y/N. Once you're stuck in this eternal place, the only thing you can really do that's fun is imagine absurd things. I don't even remember my mother's name anymore.

– It was Mary, Mary Feather. You told me all about her a few months ago, remember?

– ... Maybe once I did, but not anymore I do. I've become so indulged in these stories that I myself can't see real life for how it is. I'm starting to lose control of these imaginations as well. All of them are wrong, just outright wrong.

– Well, what is it this time, Pani Auvanillin?

– Japan, I've grown a liking to her recently.

Japan's long white hair was messier than usual, still hidden by her beautiful black jingasa, with its blood-red ribbon, and paper strips and smaller versions of paper lanterns with the same bloody colour dangling at the edges of the jingasa. Her soft and fluffy white fox ears with their red insides were down, a good indicator that something was wrong. 

United Kingdom put his arm around her shoulder, as he lifted her jingasa to get a better look at her face, which remained downcast. He covered her with his beige jacket, in hopes to make her feel better, but the girl didn't react, she was simply crestfallen. It was obvious she needed someone to talk with, which was admittedly something that UK wasn't particularly good at. 

Nonetheless, he tried. He struck up a conversation with her, "Now, chap, what's the matter? You can always confide your problems with me", Japan had finally reacted, as she glanced at him, but quickly looked away. Her thoughts were unpredictable, but for once, she had a predictable thought which reminded her that United Kingdom could lose his cool at any moment, and he was capable of terrible things when he was angered.

"Chap, it's obvious you'd better to talk with someone about your problems", United Kingdom smiled at her, trying to cheer her up and encourage her to speak with him. She finally opened her mouth, "I miss being friends with him", she said, hugging herself. The soft fabric of America's hoodie warmed her, and she felt snug inside United Kingdom's soft jacket. "With who, dear?", United Kingdom reluctantly asked, Japan controlled her tears as she whimpered, "South Korea", to which United Kingdom immediately became disinterested with the conversation, predicting exactly where it was headed.

United Kingdom scoffed, "You are completely lost, chap. I have nothing to comfort you for, you are causing much pain and suffering to the poor lad. Let him go, won't you?", his voice's tone completely changed from sweet and caring to strict and unapologetic. Japan knew it would happen, she couldn't blame him anymore. "Sir, with all due respect, I can't. I've been trying for months, but I just can't. I wanna be his friend...", Japan's eyes teared, but United Kingdom remained ruthless with his speech, "You're obsessed, you always have been. Are you out of your mind? Why, just like your mother, you are! You cause him so much stress, can't you feel sympathy? He has no interest in sharing a friendship with you".

Japan couldn't hold her tears, she simply sobbed, and United Kingdom scolded her repeatedly for wanting to be good friends with South Korea. It wasn't a matter of whom was right and whom was wrong, it was a tale of obsession and post-traumatic stress disorder. South Korea couldn't control his fear of Japan, because she carried some of the same cheerful and bubbly personality traits as Japanese Empire, until she had finally publicly revealed what a true psycho she was. South Korea was afraid that there was a secret character that hid underneath the happy mask that Japan often wore in public.