I do not own Hetalia, or the cute mochi :(
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Tokyo is the most exciting and lively place you've ever been. Energy radiates from the crowds of people that press against each other in the cool evening air. Lights from the tall buildings that line the streets reflect off of hundreds of faces as you make your way through the city.
Visiting Japan had been one of the best ideas you've ever had. You pop another konpeitō candy in your mouth as you try to navigate the busy street. The food, especially the candy, is some of the best you've tasted in your entire life. You pop a few more in your mouth before you're jostled by a suit clad businessman.
"Gomen'nasai (sorry)," you tell him with a slight bow. He ignores you and stumbles away, obviously drunk out of his mind. "Some people," you mumble to yourself.
That's when you realize you've been pushed into a dark alleyway. The lights from the street cast eerie shadows on the piles of empty boxes and bags of trash. You bend down to pick up your bag of candy that fell when you were rudely pushed. Several of the candies have spilled out onto the ground, and you sigh in disappointment.
Suddenly, one of the empty boxes moves. You look at it in surprise. It moves again slightly, and a small, round pink object wiggles its way out of the box. You watch as it hops over to the spilled konpeitō and starts eating them. Upon closer inspection, you notice what looks like a miniature katana strapped to its back. What an odd...whatever it is.
"What are you?" you whisper in amazement.
The round thing looks up at you with big black eyes. "Gomen'nasai, Watashi wa eigo ga hanasenai (I am sorry, I do not speak English)."
You stare at the object in shock. Did it just speak to you? You watch it for another moment as it finishes the last of the spilt candy. You had heard the same phrase spoken many times on your trip already, so you rephrase your question. "Anata wa nandesuka (what are you)?"
The little pink thing looks up at you again. "Watashi wa mochi desu (I am a mochi)."
At first you're very confused. What does it mean it's a mochi? You slowly reach out and give it a light poke. It's soft to the touch, just like mochi. You're very familiar with the rice cakes, and you've eaten quite a bit on your trip. A small sakura pattern near the bottom of the mochi draws your eyes.
"Sakura mochi?" you ask.
"Hai (yes)," the pink mochi answers.
"Anata wa, namae ga arimasu ka (do you have a name)?" you struggle to say in Japanese. You've taken classes for a few years, but it's not an easy language to grasp.
"Hai, Nihon Mochi wa watashi no namaedesu (yes, Japan Mochi is my name)," the little mochi answers.
"Nihon Mochi," you repeat. It's an odd name, but a talking mochi is odd too, so it kind of fits. "Anata wa koko de nani o shite iru (what are you doing here)?"
"Watashi wa sute raremashita (I was thrown away)," the pink mochi tells you sadly.
"Naze (why)?" you ask surprised. Who could throw away something so cute?
Japan Mochi looks down sadly. "Watashiniha wakaranai (I do not know)."
You look at the sad little mochi with sympathy. It's not fair for it to be left alone. You pull out another candy from your bag, and offer it to the pink mochi. "Anata wa watashitoisshoni kitai (would you like to come with me)?"
Japan Mochi looks up at you hopefully. "H-hontōni (really)?" You nod your head and smile. "Ah! Dōmo arigatōgozaimashita (thank you very much)."
"Dōitashimashite (you're welcome)," you say as you pick the happy little mochi up, katana and all. You give it a soft kiss right above the eyes. It's so cute that you couldn't help yourself. Japan Mochi turns an even darker shade of pink. "Now to get you back to the hotel," you say to yourself as you exit the alley, blushing mochi in arms.
"Ta-da!" you say as you open your room door. You flip the light switch while balancing Japan Mochi in your other arm. The light reveals a small room with simple, but tasteful, furniture. You walk over to the bed and drop your purse on it. Then you pull an armchair in from of the tv and set the pink mochi down on it. "Koko de ma~tsu tete kudasai (please wait here)."
You turn the tv on to any random channel, and head to the shower. The hot water is relaxing on your sore muscles. You have plenty of time to think about this whole mochi business while you soak in the water. Japan Mochi is definitely a boy, you decide. From what you can tell, his voice sounds masculine, so you think it's better than calling him an it. You still have no idea what he really is, but it doesn't really matter. He's adorable, and you're going to take him home with you, if he agrees.
"Daijōbudesuka (are you alright)?" you ask the mochi as you walk out of the steamy bathroom. You've changed into your pajamas, and you're rubbing the water out of your hair with a towel. You walk to the armchair when Japan Mochi doesn't respond.
He's staring transfixed at the television. He finally notices your presence. "Ah, hai. I'm just fine, thank you."
You stare at him in shock. "D-did you just speak English?" you ask in disbelief. "I thought you said you couldn't!"
"Oh yes, I am very sorry about that," he says apologetically. "I could not speak it before, but I learned."
"Learned," you repeat. You finally notice what's on tv. It's some American horror movie with Japanese subtitles. "So that's how you did it." He gives you something like a nod. "You're one smart little guy," you say with a smile.
Japan Mochi turns a dark pink. "Ah, thank you very much."
"Mind if I join you?" You don't wait for an answer. Instead you pick him up and sit down in the armchair. Japan Mochi is very soft, and you quickly snuggle up with him. "My name's (y/n) by the way."
"V-very nice to meet you (y/n). Thank your for your hospitality," he responds with a deep blush.
The movie is a lot scarier than you thought it was going to be, and you're kind of regretting watching it. On the other hand, nothing seems to faze Japan Mochi. When the killer jumps out of the closet and starts chasing the main character, you flinch and bury your face in the soft mochi. Maybe if you don't watch you'll be able to sleep later.
"A-are you a-alright Miss-s-s (y/n)?" Japan Mochi stutters out, embarrassed by the sudden contact.
"Yeah," you say in a tense voice. "I just don't like scary movies that much."
"We don't have to continue watching if it scares you," he says. His voice is infectiously calm.
"Just keep talking," you tell the pink mochi. "Your voice...it's nice."
This catches Japan Mochi off guard. "E-excuse me?"
"Just keep talking."
"W-what should I t-talk about?" he asks, obviously flustered. He's blushing again.
"Anything," you say and squeeze the soft mochi tighter.
"Ah, well," Japan Mochi begins, "dango is very delicious. You can eat it with bean paste sometimes. And soba is also very good, especially on a hot day. Um, nikujaga is also very tasty, and it goes very well with some hot green tea."
You laugh softly. "You like food a lot, don't you Japan Mochi?"
"Oh, well yes," he answers sheepishly. "I-is that a problem? I can talk about something else if food is not to your liking."
"No, that's alright," you say. You look up long enough to turn the tv off. The last thing you see is the killer holding a bloody knife. "I think it's time for bed."
You get up out of the chair with Japan Mochi still in your arms. You turn off all the lights except for the small lamp on the table next to the bed. The blankets rustle softly as you pull them away and slip underneath them. You settle into the soft bed with a content sigh.
"Comfortable Japan Mochi?"
"Yes, thank you for asking Miss (y/n)."
"You don't have to be so formal all the time," you tell him with a quiet laugh. "Just (y/n) is fine."
"O-oh, I'll do my best Mi...um, (y/n)," he says uncomfortably.
You let out a huge yawn. "Looks like it's time for some shut eye," you mumble. "Goodnight Japan Mochi." You snuggle closer to the soft mochi, and reach out with one hand to turn the lamp off.
"G-goodnight (y/n)," he says softly. You give him another little kiss. He really is the cutest thing you've ever seen.
Japan Mochi listens to your breathing even out until he's sure you're asleep. He wiggles out of your arms and hops up onto your pillow. Your face is softly illuminated by the light filtering in through the window. He watches you sleep with shiny black eyes. What a kind person you must be to take him with you without asking hesitation.
He moves closer to your face, and takes a moment to work up his courage. Once he feels confident enough, he moves even closer, and places a quick, gentle kiss on your lips. He pulls back just as quickly, and turns a dark shade of red. These feelings are not something he's ever experienced before. He moves back under the blankets, and cuddles up next to you again.
Japan Mochi sighs contently. He'll be forever grateful for your kindness. He snuggles even closer to you for warmth. He never wants to leave your side, and plans to stay with you for as long as you'll let him. He'll follow you anywhere.