JapanHetalia

     Even though I'm the hero and stuff, I can still have a weakness. Right? 'Cause my weaknesses are ghosts and zombies. I'm terrified of them. But like I said, I'm the hero, so I won't tell anybody that I'm afraid of anything; especially not Kiku Honda; my best friend / love interest.  Actually, I was headed to his house right now. In the dark. With spooky trees all around me. I ran into his house, frantic and scared for my life.     "Yo Kiku! What's up?" I asked to the small Asian boy as he walked into the living area I was standing in. He was in jeans and a T-Shirt advertising his family owned sushi restaurant. I smiled at him.     "

     I sat alone outside my house. 'I need England..' I thought. I let out a sigh. Out of nowhere, England comes walking by. He saw me, a light blush on his face.     "Hey, Japan!" England sat next to me. I blushed.     "Hey, England. What brings you here?" I said, not really caring why he was here, just that he was here.     "I... um wanted to tell you something..." England said, looking down, his blush deepening. I laced my fingers with his, looking at him, curious as to what was making him so shy. England looked at me, his expression slightly more suave as he said "Japan, I love you." My heart pounded loudly, my breath getting fast

"You can…" Kiku spoke reluctantly, his voice hushed, "come closer if you want." Arthur was silent for a moment, still caught by Kiku's tender eyes, Arthur deliberated for a brief moment before answering, "I want to." He leaned in making only a small gap between him and the Asian nation. "May I come even closer?" Kiku's mind grew hazy as the westerner's breath reached his comfort zone, leaving a mesmerizing fragrance.  He was the blonde man's captive; those emerald eyes were too beautiful, something Kiku found to be hypnotizing. He was trapped not only by the other's gaze but also by those long arms against the closed window w

Timezones Early to bed, early to rise. Waking up is what a person like Honda Kiku would do first thing when morning struck. He got up on his futon, and stretched his arms to yawn for a bit. Pausing for a moment to further clear his mind, he gradually stood up to fold his bed and carried it into the adjacent closet. The room where the Japanese man slept was still dim, so he slid the wooden door to the outside open, letting streaks of light in. Seeing his own backyard, Kiku looked far out into the sky to watch the rising sun as it took over the clouded sky. Along the wooden corridors, Pochi-kun ran to his master to greet him. "Ohayou gozai