The Awesome Book of Hetalia Oneshots

First Time In New York? (Uke! America x Seme! Japan SMUT)

Requested, once again, by:   

Seriously, Japan, most of my oneshot requests come from you, dude!

And, like before, any Japanese will be written down at the bottom. Hooray, foreign languages! (I don't even know anymore, please excuse my randomness...)

Japan checked the address written hastily on the piece of paper he clutched in his hand. This seemed to be the right place. He looked curiously around him at the people passing by- he seemed extremely out of place amongst the crowd of Americans bustling past him. He lifted his suitcase up the stairs and pressed his finger against the doorbell. He could hear it buzz and, seemingly seconds later, the door swung open, revealing a very excited America standing in the doorway.

"Dude, you made it!" America cheered, his face practically glowing with happiness.

Japan offered him a tired smile. "Of course. Thank you for inviting me to your home," he bowed his head slightly.

"No worries!" America dismissed with a wave of his hand. "Anyway, it's so awesome to see you, dude! Come in!"

He stepped aside to let the other man in. Japan nodded and dragged his suitcase in behind him, closing the door behind him. America took the suitcase from Japan. "I'll go take this up to your room!" he cried, running up the stairs with the suitcase held aloft over his head. Japan sighed and shook his slightly; he studied the house around him with curious eyes. Ahead of him was the same staircase that America went up, the dark wood contrasting pleasantly against the light walls. A door to the left showed to be the living room- a catastrophic mess, in his opinion- and a door to the right showing the kitchen.

Wiping his shoes on the welcome mat, Japan ventured upstairs, trailing his hand along the banister as he went. As he emerged onto the landing, a grey creature's head peeked around a doorframe, peering at him with its unblinking scarlet eyes. Japan jumped slightly in shock upon seeing the creature.

America's head appeared in another doorway beyond the creature's, grinning from ear to ear. "Yo, dude, you're room is in here! Oh, and don't mind Tony," he gestured towards the creature. "He doesn't bite! Probably."

Not entirely reassured, Japan tore his gaze away from the alien and entered the room America was in. It was a simple guest bedroom: white walls and carpet, a large bed with a burgundy duvet and pillows, and matching curtains. There was a wardrobe opposite the bed with one of the doors opened slightly. When Japan tried to close it, the door slowly swung open again. "Oh, yeah, I still need to get that door fixed," America mumbled to himself, hands on hips as he gazed at the rebellious door.

"I am grateful that you are letting me stay with you," Japan said as he peered out the curtains at the people passing below.

"Don't worry, dude," America dismissed with a wave of his hand. "It's great having you here, really."

Japan turned back around. America looked how he usually does: blond hair swept to the side, the cowlick representing Nantucket sticking up. His blue eyes sparkled with a sort of childish glee, hiding behind the lens of his glasses- Texas. He walked around the room barefoot, and his shirt had a stain over his breast, as well as a small hole in his jeans over one knee. 

"I'll let you get settled in," America announced, turning around to face the door. "If you have any questions, just ask."

And with that, he left the room, ambling across the landing and down the stairs. Tony stared curiously at Japan from the doorway as he unwrapped the thin, silk scarf from around his neck and laid it carefully on the bed. The alien wandered into the room, drinking something from a McDonald's cup through a straw. Japan eyed the alien as he did so, watching the creature's movements in case he did something. Tony flopped down onto the bed, continuing to stare at the Japanese man.