America the Mysterious (United States of America #1.5)

His American Wife (Japan) (Part 4)

Months passed after the wedding, and America never felt more awkward.

It was still hard to believe though, that she was the wife of the personification of Japan, the last person she thought she would get married to. Like, come on, Japan was not the kind of person who could handle physical contact with people for very long, much less even partially strip in front of people of the same sex. So, it had been an awkward yet humorous time for America to see Japan struggle to match the Western expectations of a couple.

But in the end, he didn't follow through with it. America didn't mind though, she hadn't been looking for it anyway.

They had been expected to consummate their marriage though, but neither America or Japan wanted to go through with it. It was pretty obvious to Japan that America was not a virgin, while Japan, while having experience with sex in the past, had always performed the act with people he was not close to for his benefit. It wasn't hard to imagine, and America didn't doubt it for a second.

But while things had been awkward between them as a result, America thought to the effects the marriage had on both of their countries.

In a short period of time, the economy in Japan had begun to recover thanks to the trade between the Japanese and the Americans, and the Emperor found enough evidence to fire the corrupted officials of the government and even get them sent to jail. America remembered the times when she had to speak to those very officials while she was visiting Japan with her new husband, and they approached her.

She was glad that the Emperor had imprisoned them with no hopes of getting out, as she had been on the urge of ripping out their trachea after they threatened Hawaii.

They knew that Hawaii was Japan's daughter, but somehow they forgot that Japan himself was in the room. America had never seen Japan so angry, so deathly calm when he threatened the officials back. She always finds herself smiling at the memory as Japan threatened the officials in Japanese, and with an eerie calmness that had come from a thousand-year experience of war, conflict, and politics.

"Would you like to say that again gentlemen?" asked Japan in his native tongue, his expression blank, but his eyes dark and full of the need to spill blood. America watched him, her face also carefully blank, but inwardly she was impressed.

The officials stared at Japan in fear, too scared to back away. "W-What do you mean Mr. Honda?" asked one of them.

A grin appeared on Japan's face, dark and evil. "You know exactly what I'm talking about gentlemen, do you take me for a fool? Did you really think I would not hear you threatening my daughter's well-being, that you would happily have her relive the bombings of Pearl Harbor?"

The men began to shake, their eyes widening to impossible lengths.

"Did you gentlemen?"

"N-No, we have--" Before the man could finish what he had to say, Japan's katana flashed out, the tip appearing mere inches before the man's throat. It was so close in fact that blood was drawn.

"I am not in the mood to hear your lies Mr. Origawa, nor am I in the mood to listen to your ramblings about harming my family. It's true, I have harmed my own daughter, and it's a sin I will forever regret, along with harming my own wife and her children, but unlike you, at least I have remorse for my actions. Now, tell me, do you wish to die here, or do you want to apologize?"

The men said nothing.

Japan's expression somehow got darker when silence answered him. "I  a m  w a i t i n g  f o r   a n a n s w e r  g e n t l e m e n ," he said darkly.