Just beyond our Borders

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With that, Germany adjourned the meeting and everyone left to pack up for tonight.

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A hotel was reserved, a flight was booked, now they were all seated in the airplane, talking about this world tour with varying degrees of excitement.

//?? Hour(s) later... at Narita International Airport...

The plane has arrived and landed at Narita International Airport, and the nations were now getting off and being greeted with a smile by the airport employees.

"Kon'nichiwa! Welcome to Japan!" They would greet happily.

America dashed to Japan's side. "Wow, Japan! Your people here are so welcoming!"

"A-Arigatou gozaimasu." Japan thanked without turning his head to the American and kept walking to the immigration.

"What changed you?"

Though his feet kept moving, his mind stopped taking in his current surroundings.

'What has changed me?'

<<flashback

He may have been isolated in his room from the outside world, but he still knew something was wrong. He could feel it. He was a personification, after all.

He heard some chatting between one of his officials and some other voices with weird accents.

'Foreigners, perhaps...' he sighed sadly. Lately, many westerners have been coming and going from his land, and he didn't like it. All he wanted was to be alone. Why couldn't they understand that and just leave and never come back?

"Ni-Nihon-sama!" One of his officials called out to him.

Japan opened the the door slightly, you could just see enough of one of his soulless eyes.

"You have to herp us, nii! We tried to the best of our abirity to get rid of the Americans, but they keep on insisting we adhere to their crazy demands!"

"Now you see why I isolate myserf from outsiders?"

"Just get out of here and herp us, nii!" His officer pleaded.

"I wourd rather die than go outside."

Then, just as his official was about to label Japan as a 'lost cause', the voices outside were getting louder, with the westerner's voice overpowering his other poor official.

Japan sighed. He didn't like the idea of it, but knew that he had to do it anyway. So he slowly stepped outside, walked over towards his foreign visitor...

... and immediately regretted it.

But as a Japanese man, what can he do but agree to his guest's insane demands without complaint?