Hetalia One Shots

Their Friends and our friends are not friends. -Ameripan part 2

A considerable amount of time had passed since the fighting had stopped. Spring had once again returned, covering the land with bright pink buds. Though familiar to Japan, he still found the sight spectacular. Once again had he spent another winter. Despite the more pleasant weather, a cold feeling still remained in Japan's heart. It was the ache of loneliness, gnawing at him as if the darkness was some kind of beast. The days got brighter, but the light inside of him seem to fade away as the time past, leaving a darkness. A night without stars to lead the way. It was funny how much Japan could miss that annoying, loud and rude American. But it was true, Japan felt as if he would do anything just to see him once more. Japan had seen America's bright smile on the television many times, he would sometimes talk on the television about how amazing and heroic he was. Even if America did bad things to Japan, seeing his smiling face again brought a strange sense of hope. While hope was present, a tinge of sadness lingered in these brief, positive moments.

When America and Japan had faced each other, they treated each other as strangers. Their days spent together at the back of their minds, instead, their loyalty to their friends and their own desires prevailed. Their fights were fierce, but now, they were over. Has America forgotten him? Were the days they spent together gone so quick, like the changing of seasons. Even when moments are relived, they are never exactly the same.

Was hope really just an illusion?

Japan found himself getting extremely immersed in his own thoughts, he decided it would be wise to clear his mind for a bit. He put on a coat, changed his shoes and stepped outside into the fresh air. While travelling the streets, he made eye contact with a strange man.

Initially, there was a look of uncertainty on the tall male's face, but his face softened. He ran towards Japan and wrapped his arms around him, muttering something between loud sobs. Japan stood there awkwardly but then carefully put his own arms around his friend. "Japan! I" America began, his speaking voice being the same volume as a normal person's yell. "I missed you so much! I'm so sorry about everything that happened and-" America began to ramble on extremely quickly, he hugged Japan tighter. Japan couldn't really understand what the American was trying to tell him exactly. Being so close to a person that had once tried to kill him was well, awkward. Remembering those sweet moments the pair of them had once shared, back when nobody was fighting and things were relatively peaceful, Japan was able to put aside his negative feelings. He was just happy to be back with his friend, a friend that didn't do stupid things like trying to eat grenades, or spent all their time telling people off.

Japan found a small smile forming on his face as tears started to fill his eyes. He rested his head on America and felt a hand rest on his hair. Japan sniffed a bit.

"Woah dude, are you crying?" America asked. Japan mumbled something which was somehow understood as a "yes." America gently patted his friend on the back, the two shared a tight embrace surrounded by cherry blossom trees and the gentle sounds of a distant river, a tender moment that they wished could have lasted forever.