AmeriPan Oneshots

The Hill

((Plotless fluff- enjoy! 👍))

"Mr. America, please slow down!" A frantic oriental nation chased after a much younger, free-spirited one.

"Sorry, Japan! I'm just really pumped that you agreed to go on a picnic with me," America smiled, pausing for a moment to turn around and flash a bright smile towards his friend. Japan sighed, using the chance to catch up to America, only to have him speed away again, his laughter ringing through the air.

Japan grimaced, trudging along after America. 'Ah... Are all Western nations this energetic?' He complained mentally, not wanting to sound rude aloud.

"Japan! Japan! Dude, we're almost there! C'mon! You can do it...!"

Japan stopped paying attention right around there, his head hurting from all of the screaming. "Mr. America, please-"

"We made it!"

Japan looked up, freezing. They were on top of a hill, overlooking a long, green field cropped by forest. There were a few patches of colorful wild flowers blooming, foreboding the come of Spring.

'What a calming scene for him to choose for the picnic,' Japan thought, 'I had expected him to choose a venue or a lively park...'

"Isn't it awesome?" A voice cheered, breaking through his thoughts.

Japan looked up at the other, "Yes, it is... Awesome."

"Sweet, you like it!" America kindly took the basket from Japan, opening it to get his blanket out... Which was really just one of his bedsheets with Superheroes printed on it.

Japan internally smiled at the other's choice... He was always so free-spirited and childish. As much as Japan could be annoyed by his loud voice, cocky demeanor, and unreasonable demands, the American had a certain charm that captivated the older nation. Briefly, he recalled the days when he had only recently opened up his countries to foreigners.
The way they spoke, the way they dressed, what they ate, how they drew, how they interacted... It was all foreign. He'd been so concerned that he would never manage to fit in.

Then came along America.

The rambunctious America, who spoke whatever he wanted. The lenient America, who wore slacks and wore them all day. The... very gluttonous America, who seemed to have a bit of every type of cuisine in the world mashed into his diet. The vivacious America, who'd been brave (or impulsive) enough to barge in on a country locked away for centuries and coax him out into this new terror that was the world.  And strangest of all, he'd stayed with Japan almost every step of the way.

Japan hadn't known what to think of the other. But he knew he wanted to know everything about him.

"Yo, Japan, You okay there? You're spacing out." The other's voice broke through his thoughts, and Japan turned around.

"Yes. I am. Please excuse me for that. I was simply admiring the scenery." Japan doubted he would remember. It was so long ago, at least for the other, who's country was no more than four hundred years old since the first signs of colonization.

"Well then let's start this shit!" America declared excitedly, rubbing his hands together, "I'm totally starving."

The two had settled themselves on the superhero sheet, and America was currently inhaling his sandwich, while Japan was taking much smaller bites.

"Today is a very nice day," Japan said, looking up at the sky. Right now a few large, fluffy clouds were hovering high in the sky.