Prologue:
For many years Kiku Honda had been alone, alone in his small traditional Japanese house, with only a small dog for company. Not many people visited him, but when they did it was only for a special occasion. But one day a small, but major, turn of events changed this forever. ((To let you know, when you see ' ____' insert your name there.))
X Reader 1:
Japan awoke to a harsh, high pitch ring from his house phone. He wasn't expecting a call this early in the morning, and he didn't feel like accepting it at first. After some hesitation he picked up the phone and answered in his usual way. "Honda Kiku, it's terrible news. Kyoyura Naiomi-sempai (Naiomi Kyoyura), you co-worker... her time came. We wish that you came to her sending off on Tuesday the 17th of April at the Tokyo Buddhist temple. If you can make it come at 01:00 PM sharp." With this Japan was left bewildered, but with a tear clogged throat. He held strong feelings for Naiomi, her short brown hair, her silvery blue eyes, he loved everything about her. This left him with no option... but to go to her funeral.
The next day was long, long and heart breaking. Although he had no tears to shed Japan was moping all day. The moment the funeral was over he confronted Naiomi's old boyfriend that she broke up with a week ago, Japan knew that everyone he worked with envied him and that he envied him the most. "Oh... Yotora-sempai, I-I'm terribly sorry for your loss. I understood you really loved her and-" Just at that moment Yotora hit him across the cheek and left him overwhelmed at the pain it brought. "Her loss was all your fault Honda-kun, YOUR FAULT!!" Yotora then steamed off and left Japan in the courtyard, with the first of many tears running down his bruised cheek.
The depression. That was all that bovered the abused Kiku Honda that night. That's all he felt when he was sitting alone in the empty Sakura garden, alone in the rain. As soon as he felt a storm of tears coming his way he no longer felt the rain tackle his back, but instead a soft white hand rested upon his left shoulder. He looked up and saw a man/woman with ((add your hair colour)) hair and ((add eye colour and description)) eyes. His eyes couldn't look away, and eventually he built up the courage to ask him/her who he/she was. "Me?? I am ____. And I've loved you for a long time, Kiku."
X Reader 2:
You and your new boyfriend Kiku Honda, Japan, were at his friend America's to celebrate his birthday, but unfortunately you were all playing '7 Minutes In Heaven', his favourite game. "OK Japan!! It's your turn!! Take a pick." America yelled with his usual loud, cheery voice, stuffing a top hat under Japan's nose. You knew that Japan was a rather shy person, and that he can be sensitive, so being stuffed in a closet kissing someone he barely knew was definetely not his thing. When Japan did eventually take an item out of the hat everyone in the room started to 'oooh' and 'trololol' him. He flushed bright red, almost the same colour of the item that he had picked, A RED ROSE PETAL. HE HAD SELECTED FRANCE'S ITEM.
With that him and THE DREADED FRANCE were stuffed into a closet in America's bedroom "Remember, 7 minutes!!" said America and England in unison, you could see that England was worried about the outcome as well as you, but America looked like he was about to roffle all over the show. Cursing him, you and America walked out of the room to get a drink, but that doesn't mean that you weren't worried about the commotion inside the closet.
--INSIDE THE CLOSET--
Japan started to feel as scared as hell when France pulled him closer to the Frenchman's now bare chest. Japan did try to wriggle free but the hand against his ~~~~ stopped him. The buttons of his jacket then came loose and it slipped off, leaving him with just his white tank top on. "Don't pout, mon petit fleur, it won't be that bad. Just 6 more minutes." The button of Japan's trousers was now undone and he was as scared as ever, he only knew of one thing to do to save him from this perverted French monster.
---OUTSIDE THE CLOSET---
Regretting what you had let your new boyfriend through you took another sip of your cola. It was then you heard bashing on the locked closet door and the distressed cry from Kiku. "____-SAN, TASKETE!!!!" He yelled as he continuously bashed the closet door, desperate to be let out. In a flash you opened the closet door to see what the heck was going on, but as soon as you did Kiku flew out of the closet and threw his arms round you. You teetered a bit and then fell onto America's bed with the force of your frightened boyfriend knocking you over. "What did you do this time frog??" you said with a serious tone in your voice. The Frenchman staggered out rubbing his ear, with no top on. " Mon dieu Japon, was my French attraction not your type??" he said, trying to hide the fact he ~~~~~ Japan. You knew what was coming next, and you didn't wait long before it came, "Ohohohohohohon, ohohohohhohohohon. OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHN!!"
X Reader 3:
Yay!! It was the day you were always waiting for, Christmas day. And you all at Finland's house to celebrate. First you were all opening the presents (you got Japan the Pokémon game he always wanted), then it was the Christmas dinner. Now you were all playing games such as 'If I Went To Space' and 'Hide And Seek'. Now you were playing 'Truth Or Dare' which Japan wasn't to keen on. "All right Francy Pants, it's your turn..." sighed England, who was clearly bored of the game, even after just 5 minutes. "D'acorde, I choose, truth." France said, trying to act sexy as usual. When Finland asked him the question he had to answer everyone in the room, except from America who was roffling, was silent. "Do I 'ave a crush on someone?? Oui, je t'aime Japon. To me he's just un petit fleur." When they heard this, Japan flushed bright red and America roffled as if he were the 'Roffling King'. "FRANCIS, IF YOU LOVE HIM, WHY DID YOU HURT HIM WHEN WE WERE AT AMERICA'S PLACE??" you yelled, watching his face loose a bit of colour. He stammered, watching the steam puffs leave your head (this is anime, remember).
From behind you you heard whimpers, and then noticed who the whimpers came from. At that point you took the whimpering nation out the room to try and calm him, or her, down. At that point you realised who the crying nation was, it was Japan. "____-san..." he started, but before he could carry on he was too choked up to talk. Although he was keen on having himself to himself you hugged him and tried your best to reassure him. "What did he do Kiku??" you asked him, but before you got a reply his lips were nearing yours. As they touched you flinched, but the kiss was gentle but slow, and you both liked it. When you two separated Japan turned to see France and Britain looking at you from behind the door, with a still roffling America behind them. "Britain-san!!" he gasped, releasing his grip on your sides slightly. Britain was still staring at you with his signature 'wide eyes', but France, ON THE OTHER HAND, was muttering nothing but the same word over and over again. "Merde merde merde merde merde merde merde merde..."
X Reader 4 (Based On Events From WW2/Battle Of Okinawa):
Both of you (for once) were at Japan's house, relaxing and exchanging memories from your pasts. Kiku then turned the TV on, to see if there was anything that the two of you could watch, but there was only a documentary on the Battle Of Okinawa. As soon as he saw this he turned of the TV, and you could see the sudden shock on his face. He tried to hide the fear within him, but he knew that you noticed it. "Kiku, you looked terrified, what's up??" you said, focusing your eyes on his lucious chocolate brown ones. "Well... I, may I tell you later, ____-san??" he asked. You nodded and checked the time, it was early in the evening, but you had time to spare. You talked for a few minutes longer and then it was time for you to go. You said your goodbyes and left, leaving poor little Kiku feeling lonely, with a mixture of sadness and fear flowing inside him.
The next day the two of you were your house, and you had a pool. Japan quite liked the fact that he was doing this with you as he was spending time with his best friend. "____-san, remember yesterday??" he asked, and you nodded in reply. "Uh... the reason I felt scared was... oh, I'll show you then..." slowly, Japan unwrapped the beige cloth from round his ankle, which you hadn't noticed before, and revealed a large scar in the shape of Okinawa Island, which in fact still hadn't healed fully. "Japan is that-!!??" you started, but before you finished he dived into the pool. He flinched at the pain that the chlorine brought to his scar, but he claimed that he was OK.
