Let the World Sing; Hetalia Oneshot Book

Dancing In The Garden; Japan x Reader

Japan's POV:

"Mr. Japan!? Where are you!?" Akira yelled, as he searched for me in the courtyard. "Come on Mr. Japan! Ms. (C/N) really wants to meet you. Come out please, will you?" I didn't really want to meet another new country. I already have to deal with Mr. America and Mr. Netherlands. No more new countries! I have to hide, until Akira-san leaves. I hid in the bushes, until Akira-san pulled my wrist out of the brush.

"Please no! I don't want to meet anyone else! Don't make me Akira-san!" I argued politely. Akira froze for a second, then sighed.

"Well the boss said you have to meet her. If the boss said so, then you have to do so. Don't worry I'll be with you the whole time, unless you want me to leave." Akira suggested.

"Why would I want to be alone wit another country!? I want you there by my side." I asked nervously.

"I don't know. Maybe because of territory, money, glory." Akira melancholy murmured to himself, but I heard it loud and clear. I made a worried face, as I looked at him. He looked at me surprised and looked away in shame, "Or to see you happy?" He corrected.

"Maybe your right. Maybe this country won't be so bad..." I said defeated. Akira's smile shown heartedly on his face.

"That's the spirit Mr. Japan. Now she's in the meeting room, so hurry." Akira happily spoke. I made my way to the meeting room. I was scared to figure out what the personification of (C/N) was like. I hope she's not as loud as America, or as prideful as Turkey. Maybe make her not so weird like Italy or Greece? I sigh as I notice I made my way to the room. I opened the door, but continued to look at the floor.

"I am very sorry I'm late..." I start to say, then stop at my words. The young lady before me was one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. With her (H/C) hair and piercing (E/C), she stole my heart away.

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Japan. My name is (C/N)." She introduces. I knew she was very nervous about making a first impression. I did the same with Italy and Germany! Did we actually share something in common!? "Mr. Japan? Are you okay?"

"Oh, yes I am! I was just thinking that we were going to be good friends." I replied. She nodded her head and showed a dazzling smile. She looked like a westerner, but she seemed as humble a any Japanese woman.

"I hope so Mr. Japan!" She cheered. As her and I started to establish trade deals and treaties, I feel deeply in love with her. It was totally out of my character, but I couldn't help it! She was so beautiful, charismatic, and charming. I would love to see her in a kimono! Wait what am I even thinking!? I can't be thinking about something like that! She's probably not even interested in someone like me. After our meeting was over, I offered her some tea so I could spend a little while long with her. After we had tea, I asked her to walk in the garden with me. I was happy when she said yes. As we walked, I wondered what to say to her.

"You know Mr. Japan. I was really scared to meet you. I thought I wasn't going to have as much as a rich culture as you, but I realize you're actually a really nice guy." She said, in a sweet tone. I felt my cheeks burn a faint color of red. 'She was scared to meet me? Well as long as she's not scared now, I'm happy.' I thought to myself. "Hey Mr. Japan? I know you don't like people touching you, but would you dance with me?" She asked. I was nervous, but I held out my hand to her anyway. She looked surprised, but took my hand quickly. I held her waist and soft hand, as she held my shoulder. We then started to waltz in the garden. During the time I became associated with the world, Mr. America taught me how to waltz. When he was teaching me, I asked him why I had to learn. He thought about it, before he answered. He said, 'Japan? Learning to waltz tells other people how much you care. Whether it be a trade deal or you finding someone you love. That's why I'm teaching you, dude.' At first, I had no idea what he was talking about, but now I understand.

"Take a look around (C/N). I especially love this garden. Do you know why?" I asked lovingly.

"It's such a beautiful garden Mr. Japan. I couldn't imagine you not falling in love with it." She answered.

"That is true, but I also love this garden in winter, autumn, and spring. In all seasons! That's why my main goal is to protect all of the seasons for future generations." I corrected. She hummed in response, and leaned against my chest. Part of me was freaking out that she was so close, but the other half of me enjoyed her being so close to me. "Ms. (C/N)? Would you become one with me?" I asked, in a stuttered tone.

"Yes Mr. Japan. I will become one with you." That day, joy inhabited my very being. I was so happy she said yes to my offer. Now we are becoming one with each other. I could not wish for any more happiness.

Japan's Secret:

Japan likes walking vigorously in his gardens and wants to protect the four season for all future generations to see.