One-shots! Hetalia x Reader!

Otousan (Japan x Reader) [Part 1]

I feel very sappy today guys.

Also warning: Google Translate is being used. And maybe inaccurate shits about World War II.

-Pumpkin

It was around the time of World War II, a year after the Americans joined in the fight. This was the war that could wnd all wars, someone said. But this war also means that the world is going under change. Without those rough times we wouldn't learn a lesson. If don't undergo change, then we don't undergo with life at all. We'd be the same monkeys who wonders aimlessly without trying out the consequences. Our brains would be dead. Having minds is one of the greatest consequence to mankind. The other? Emotions. It makes our minds go crazy. Rage, anguish, sorrow, joy, jealousy, and all those mixed up stuff you feel everyday. It may keep our sanity or it may spiral us down to insanity.

Somewhere in the year 1942, late in March. A sole soldier was patrolling the perimeter. Honda Kiku, a lieutenant-commander. A sword hung from his waist and a small pistol wrapped on to his torso. The helmet he wore didn't bother him as much as before. He was skinnier and looked younger compared to the other soldiers, but he had a good physique as a descendant of a line of samurais. Trained and disciplined at a young age, but he still had a naive mind. He kept quiet about that. He was always the quiet one. He didn't want to say the wrong things at the wrong time. He had a wide knowledge, learning Chinese at the age of 5, and started to wield a real sword at 7. He was quite the lad. Though he was always bullied by the others for being the "dog" of the commander. A goody-two-shoes, an obedient servant. The last time he checked, those were one of the traits of a soldier. To obey and respect your offial, or to anyone neverless the social status or race. He learned that from his grandfather.

"Someone! Help! Is anyone out there?" He heard a voice cry out from the other side of the beach. "Son of a bitch, let me go!"

"これは戦闘機だ!" He went up ahead to see two boys in uniforms holding up a girl, laughing in amusement. (This one's a fighter!)

"おおい!" He yelled at them. The two suddenly stopped. Their laughter died down, but they kept the girl in their clutches. (Oi!)

The girl stopped struggling and sighed in frustration. (Full name), a civilian who's ship was wrecked a few days ago. She gritted her teeth and looked down at the sand. She was hungry, angry, wet, tired, hurt, cold, and confused. Neither did she know of her own location nor the language these people speak in. She had to make a guess, but she was afraid to say the wrong words. What if the words she says are offensive in their's? What if they don't speak any English at all? She's heard about those people on what they do when they don't understand a single word you're saying.

"あなたは何のために馬鹿にしていますか?" He raised his voice a bit at his own juniors who looked down on their feet in shame. "あなたはここにいるのですか?" (What are you horsing around for? Is that why you're here?)

He sounded irritated, but he wasn't the type to get angry easily. This was just to scare his juniors before things got out of hand. The sign of respect he gives them back is his own way of treating them as equals. They were all at war. Everyone is the same. Scared and hurt, there is no one in the entire world who can say that they aren't.

He knelt down in front of the girl to get a good look at her. Her hair was frizzy from all the salt water. A permanent-looking frown was plastered on her face. Her gorgeous dress was tattered and she was missing a pearl earring and had broken heels. There were scratches and a big wound on her shoulder that was still oozing with a bit of blood.

"彼女はアメリカ人です." The younger scout said as Kiku looked at him. (She's an American, sir.)

The older scout nudged him and scolded him for pointing out the obvious. For him, it was alright. Kiku needed a bit of background before he can her something. She might've been English or another nationality for all he knew. The world was at war and people are lost.

"American?" (Y/n) looked at him and pursed her lips. She nodded. He sounded a bit odd to her, but she could take a guess from the way they spoke. She lived in the West coast for a bit. She'd mostly see the Japanese around until they were asked to move elsewhere for questioning. (Y/n) believed thag it was a bit of a paranoid move done by the government.

"How you get here?" He fumbled with his English. She found it sort of cute for someone who was on the opposing side.

"Shipwrecked." She answered. The three looked at her oddly, not understanding what she just said to them.

"何?" One of them said in confusion. It was a weird language for them. (What?)

"Ship-wre-ck-ed." She said each syllable carefully. "Boat sank. Bye bye big ship. Drowned."

She didn't expect to be treated like this by the enemy. At first, she was nearky harassed by the two until the one in front of her came to the scene. He was more kind and gentle. He thinks first before resulting into action, but there are always people like that who has another way of thinking things. Him? He sounded like he greeted her as a guest rather than an illegal alien.

The three spoke amongst themselves in their tongue. (Y/n) was left out of the conversation. Not a single word was clear. It would be a bad idea to struggle and a bad idea to create an escape right here and now. She had to wait.

"I wanna go home..." She whispered to herself before being pulled up on her feet as they drag her away.

●●●●

Kiku was nicer than she expected. A gentleman, more cautious, and he really knew how to treat a girl who was practically a castaway.

A bowl of rice was right in front of her with chopsticks over it and a bowl of soup that had tofu. She was quite surprised when he was able to serve her hot steaming rice. It looked like it was of good quality. Maybe expensive as well. The items next to her bowl- on the tray -was a cup of tea. She found it weird being held captive like that- heck she found it weird that she wasn't in an actual jail or cell. She was in a small hut, somewhere on the edge of the camp. The soldier showed her a strange sense of hospitality. Right in front of her was Kiku, sitting on his heels and a small tray in front of him. He had fried fish, but she wasn't sure how to eat fish that still had bones while using chopsticks. She didn't even knew how to use chopsticks.

"いただきます." (Y/n) heard the man mutter before he grabbed the bowl and his chopsticks to pick on the fish. She looked at him weirdly, but she guessed those were etiquettes here.

"I-Ita-da-ki-mas." She pronounced each syllable carefully before reaching for her food.

The man looked at her in surprise. She gave a small awkward grin and scratched her head. He could've sworn that he almost dropped his own utensils. He looked embarrassed for reacting like that. The cackling of the small fire in the middle of the room accompanied the soft giggle of the girl.

"(Y/n)." She pointed to herself as an introduction. "(Full name)." She repeated.

"Honda Kiku." He introduced to himself, but he did remember the western etiquettes he has heard from those Englishmen around.

"My name is Kiku."

This was a start of something new.