WARNING: THE AUTHOR OF THIS BOOK IS MENTALLY INSANE

Japan x Reader- Emotions

This is not mine! I found this on deviantART and thought that you guys who watch Hetalia would appreciate it. This was created by UraHaraSteph on deviantART, so go check them out! Now to go drown in a sea of feels...

"Japan! You really like her don't you?" Italy repeatedly poked his Asian friend's cheek until Japan let out a heavy sigh and stopped the Italian.

"...Hai. I like her, Italy-chan." Japan closed his eyes as Italy recoiled his hand and let a bright smile spread across his features.

It was strange. Japan had never fallen in love with a regular human before. Of course, he had felt strongly about fictional characters in the past, but he would never have expected that an ordinary girl could capture his heart. The nation gently placed a small hand on his chest. As he pictured her in his mind, his heart began to quiver with a nervous excitement. His palms became sweaty as he slowly opened his dark eyes and let another sigh escape his thin lips.

Italy went to put his arm around Japan's shoulders, but the latter swiftly avoided the uncomfortable contact and cleared his throat.

The Italian's smile shrunk as he tilted his head to the side and observed his friend. "Why don't you just tell her? Girls love it when you open up and tell them your feelings!" His voice was almost like a cheery song as he tried to advise Japan.

However, Japan immediately shook his head. "Please, Italy. There is no way I am telling this girl how I feel."

There was silence for a moment as Italy stared at Japan disappointedly. "Why not?"

"Because-" Japan stopped his sentence when he realised he didn't actually have a reason. He felt his heart pulsate with energy in his small chest and his face stayed blank. Japan had never been good when it came to the expression of emotions. He had either been too shy, or it hadn't been the right time to talk about them. On the contrary, when it came to this girl he liked, there had been plenty of chances where he could have told her how he felt. She would always listen to him and although she did not pry, she encouraged him to open up to her. Still, Japan had always refrained from speaking.

"Because why, Japan?" Italy asked as the smile slowly returned to his face.

The light in Japan's eyes faded as dark thoughts and memories came to his mind. It was not unheard of; the story of a nation falling in love with a human being. There had been many great people throughout the world's history, and some countries got attached to such iconic individuals. It was not always a romantic kind of love either; it could be platonic or love out of pure respect.

Japan's hands curled into fists as he thought about those who had lost such great people before. France was in pieces after the Joan of Arc tragedy. Prussia had never gotten over the demise of 'Old Fritz'. England had always been so fond of his monarchs as well. Japan understood that falling in love with a human was a stupid idea. He would just lose her in the end. Death had no mercy after all and could not be stopped. Japan reassured himself silently that it was best to stick to his imaginary women and looked at Italy with a faint, forced smile.

"Because I don't think she feels the same. I would rather not have to experience such emotions that could get in the way of my duties as a country." That was also true. Why on earth would a girl like her like a man like him?

He was old, his bones had grown weak and he was shy and withdrawn. She was beautiful, fun to be around and pleasure to know. Although she was not a super model, or idol in the press, she had had a huge impact on his life. There was no reason he was special aside from the fact he represented Japan, but at their last meeting with each other she had said something that he repeated in his mind for days after.