Once again, in New York City~

An Ameripan Short Story

Everyday, it seems as if I were on a loop. Wake up, go to the World Meetings, eat, work, sleep and repeat. But, today was different. After the meeting, Japan had stopped me. He asked if we could go get something for lunch. Of course, I had wanted to go to McDonald's. He surprisingly was willing to go. Japan's hair was flowing with what little breeze of the cold, New York wind there was. His eyes sparkled in the light, peeking out from the snowy clouds. Japan turned to me as we were walking. He asked if everything was okay... I'm guessing he noticed me getting carried away with staring at his adorable features... I, like always when I was around him, laughed awkwardly, scratched the back of my neck and blushed dimly. I said everything was just fine. He shrugged his shoulders and took a deep breath. Japan hid his face in his scarf, trying to keep warm. There was an unexpected cold front slowly arising from the atmosphere. He started to shiver. I took a deep breath and placed my bomber jacket over his shoulders, trying to give him some warmth. I could see his face getting redder but I decided to ignore that... We've been walking for about 10 minutes now and we'd apparently gotten lost. It was an old street, empty as could be. All you could see were old trashcans piled with thick snow, untouched by any child or animal. It was getting colder and colder by the seconds... Japan had walked right next to me. The little body heat I had was apparently enough for him to keep warm. I stopped walking, causing him to also stop. He looked up at me, his eyes, so beautiful with the dark brown color they had, sparkled and his pitch black hair, covered in snow, had been blowing in the wind, which made it to blow into his face. I moved his hair out of his eyes and I could feel my face burning. He smiled at me, blushing a bright pink color. I carefully put his hair behind his ear and pulled him into a long kiss. Our cold lips had touched. I could feel his heart beating faster and faster, along with mine. Though it was cold, Japan's lips were so warm. I couldn't let go. The warmth had gotten to my head that I didn't know what I was doing. I could feel his face burning. I had came back to reality and stopped. 'This isn't right', I thought, shoving him away. I hid my face in my scarf, trying so badly to not let him see my red face. He laughed. I looked down, still as red as could be, and noticed him laughing. It was surprising. Japan had only laughed on rare occasions... Feeling embarrassed, I asked what was so funny. At this moment he then stopped laughing and smiled big. It wasn't even a smile. More of a... smirk... He pulled me down by my scarf and kissed my cheek, gently. He said 'Watashi wa, Amerika ni anata o aishi.' Since I know some Japanese, I knew what he'd said. I hugged him, softly, knowing that if I were to hug too rough, he'd break like Fine China. I had softly said to him, I love you...

~FIN~