Hidden From The World Of Hetalia.

Ambushed. Japan (Prologue)

Author's Note: This would be told in 3rd person. I apologize for the 7 year hiatus! The Japanese occupation was a chaotic and depressing event to envision and translate. Due to its heavy and lengthy content, it will be separated into three chapters. Contains swearing, mild violence, and angst. ((also I hope I somewhat matured in my writing style HAHA)) Enjoy!

August 17, 1941

The air was tense. Despite having opened windows, sunlight, various birds chirping and singing, the room felt unsettling. Despite his acquaintance having a calm and peaceful demeanor, America couldn't help but choose his words carefully around this newly rising empire.

"You DO know what happens if you do that, Japan?" America asked, his voice shaky but still managed to end at an intimidating tone. "What will happen if you make another move...?"

"I am well aware of the consequences." Replied a soft voice from an even softer-looking man in sitting in front of America.

The blonde fidgeted slightly in his seat, his spine getting a bit stiff for no apparent reason. It wasn't every day you get to have a little heart-to-heart conversation with a new country that's been making a bad impression on everyone. America recalled the instances where his Allied colleagues would warn him about the misdeeds and conquests Japan had done. Mentions of the attack on USS Panay, the Allison incident, and the Nanking Massacre were audibly etched into his mind. Japan was certainly a small voice that was slowly gaining volume.

"Good, because I would be forced to intervene if ever that happens." America huffed, his expression straining to maintain a brave look.

"I had assumed so."

The way his host was speaking was so passive and open to interpretation. America felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. In the years of his involvement in war and conquest, not once did he felt this dark and insidious emotion tugging at the beat of his heart. He felt scared.

"Y-You know, the others aren't pretty fond of you." America said, his cheery voice coming back to him involuntarily. It had always been a habit of him to bring up his light behavior in inappropriate situations.

"Yes, we are not at all in any friendly terms. All of you are Allied Powers after all. And I am part of the Axis."

"You have a point but still, thank you for accepting me and letting me in your beautiful home." America's gaze wanders to the room, taking in the many visual cultures of Japan.

Japan would have normally thanked him, but remembered who his visitor was, chose to hold his tongue. Japan's eyes were still focused on his guest. A country as perceptive as Japan could read body language easily. He knows how his acquaintance feels. And Japan was not going to give him any hints, or anything. Just like what America did to him. Thinking about that thought sends a subtle scowl to form on his soft lips.

"Is that the reason you cut off economic ties with us?" Japan started, leaving the American quite surprised how the conversation didn't seem to connect to his previous statement.

"Well--"

"I have knowledge that you and the rest of the Allied Powers are conspiring against me." Japan's tone got stern, not very fitting with his gentle facial features at all. America was a slave for appearances. His emotions were telling him to underestimate this frail-looking man. But deep down, he knew that these are the type of people who held a deep power and an even deeper conviction.

America's mind scrambled on what to say. All signs pointed to remaining passive. Until he remembered who he was. He remembered what he had done to get this far. He was strong. His breathing relaxed and the lump in his throat was gone. Japan noticed his change in behavior and waited for his guest's next statement.