Hetalia X Reader One Shots Requests Open

Sakura (Japan x Reader)

Reader-Chan POV

   You stared out the train's window, holding Anji in your lap as she continued to sleep. Your fingers gently stroked her golden hair. She looked just like Ma...
  You blinked a few times. Your brown eyes watched with a certain disconnection to the world as the sun slowly rose over the eastern land that slowly fell into the sea just over the horizon. The bright flame not quite yet awake, yet no longer sleeping, just like you. 
  You were just as lost as the cherry blossom petals when they fell softly from so high above, just as lost as a young cub who had lost her mother to the men with rifles, just as lost as your Fa...
  Yet you handled Ma's disappearance a few months earlier so differently, stepping up to take care of little Anji as Fa tried to find her, so differently than when Anji had tripped over that ice cold arm hidden in the snow, that golden hair frozen as was the red rose that blossomed on her favorite white blouse only a few days later.
  A hunting accident... that's what they had said...
  Fa fell apart, and you weren't yet old enough to work, to take control of that little cottage nestled in the woods...
  Yet you had to make the arrangements, babysit, shovel snow, run errands when you could just to put bread on the table, afraid to dip into those savings that Ma had worked so hard to earn. You knew when enough was enough.
  You hated to leave him, but Anji wouldn't have lasted to see those cherry blossoms bloom once again, whispers of promise carried through their soft petals. You had lost more weight than she, only because you gave her that extra half of the bread, that extra drop or two of milk.
  You were weak. Tired. Lost.
  She still held onto that faint blush Ma had, her crystal eyes still bright because she was too young to hold the world upon those fragile shoulders, too young to understand why the petals fell to the cold, unforgiving earth below.
  You spoke with Fa, but he was merely a cast of what had been there only months earlier. You picked up that phone and called the aunt you hadn't seen since the cherry trees held onto those last petals. You left bread and milk and money and told the generous man down the street with the two young girls that played in the falling petals, black hair catching spots of pink as the wind gently urged it to play that you were leaving for a while.
  He understood though you spoke few words of what had occurred. 
  The little cottage hidden in the cherry blossoms was sold, the money taking you and little Anji to Tokyo, to a second chance. 
  You wiped away a stray tear, and buried your face in Anji's soft, golden curls that now looked red in the sleepy sun that painted the world. 
  Moments later, you were carrying the girl off the train into a crowded station. Your throat tried to close, but you held the panic back. No way could your aunt see you like this.
  And there she was, slightly tanned, taller, and thinner than Ma had been, but she still had the same smile, the same eyes... 
  Beside her stood a boy of your age, dark eyes and dark hair that barely touched his eyebrows. He wore dark jeans and a black winter coat. 
  Immediately you felt self conscious. The clothes you wore were worn and too big on you, so big, you were able to wrap yourself and Anji in the dirty white over coat you wore. Most of your bones were visible, your arms shaking like the petals of the cherry tree in a breeze from carrying Anji, your face gaunt and strained from the effort. Brown eyes were now dull, no longer holding the warmth your Ma had given you, nor did you laugh her laugh.
  Aunt June took the sleeping child from your arms, not saying a word about how skinny and fragile you looked now. "Hello, _____, how is your Fa?"
  You softly shook your head. 
  A sigh escaped her. "____ this is, Kiku Honda. He's my friend's son and agreed to help me get you girls settled in to your new life in the city."
  You turned to him, a shadow of your former smile on your face. You bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Kiku-San."
  He returned the bow. "The preasure is mine ______-Chan."
  There was a sadness in his eyes as he looked over you, one that you wished wasn't there. You didn't need any pity. What happened, happened. No one could change that with any amount of pity or sympathy.
  "Shall we be going?"
  You nodded as Anji woke up. "____...?" She asked sleepily, crystal eyes looking for you. When she found you, she held out her arms.
  There was a disapproving look on Aunt June's face, but you took your sister anyway. Little Anji was all you had and if she wanted you to carry her, you would.
  "Are you sure you don't want me to carry you, Anji?" Aunt June asked, but the only reply she received was the little girl burying her face in your neck.
  "You remember Aunt June, don't you Hana1? And the boy beside her is Kiku-San." Anji smiled shyly at him, who returned the smile. "This is my little sister, Anji." You told him.
  "Hana fits well." He said softly.
  "Follow me, ____." Aunt June says, beginning to cut through the growing crowd.
  Aunt June never knew about your fear of large crowds. 
  You followed a few feet behind Kiku, but fear along with the fact you were ready to collapse  made you slow down, the crowd swallowing him from sight.
  Panic gripped you. You froze and set down your sister. "You saw where they went, Hana?" When she nodded, you told her to go to them. Being so young, she didn't question you and went after the two.
  You didn't want her to see you like this.
  You slowly continued in the general direction, breathing harder and shallower as your vision flicked. The panic you felt rose up, gripping every part of you until you stopped, the sea of people pushing you this way and that, yelling at you to move and get out of their way. Soon you were pushed into a pillar and you slipped down it's side. You could hardly breath now, and you thought you could here someone calling  your name.
  Brown eyes slipped closed; your body passing out from lack of oxygen doubled with lack of nutrients.