Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
Summary: Just a small drabble of Japan and his tranquil garden. (Italics is Japan's thoughts).
A small Japanese man, dressed in a traditional white kimono and Geta on his feet sat in his tranquil, beautiful garden. The birds sang as they perched on the branches of cherry blossoms, their chirping bringing a sense of natural peace to the man. He closed his dark eyes, the Sun gently shining on his face, as if it were greeting him and thanking him for taking the time to enjoy its powerful rays.
It was simply breath-taking how such elements as the Sun have such power, and yet we do not feel it as burns on our back or the sharp snatching away of moisture.
We simply feel it as a nice light and welcome warmth to add to a beautiful day.
A gentle breeze ruffled the man's short, silky, black hair and he picked up his small cup of Green Tea, sipping delicately as his gaze fell upon the natural pond in the centre of the garden. Cherry blossom petals were floating on the surface of the greatly undisturbed water, and the only movement was of the bamboo fountain that had been carefully constructed on the bank of the pond.
The man watched the repetitive but mesmerising action of the bamboo tube filling with water, only to become too unbalanced and empty the water into the pond. Once the water had joined the rest of the source, the bamboo tube would rise back up to be filled again, thus creating an ongoing cycle of balance and beauty. It was a traditional Japanese paradise, and the man was very proud to own such a place.
This paradise was only for the eyes of the appreciative.
Only for the ones who were willing to bask in the tranquillity, not shatter it.
Only for one who would capture every moment with his absorbing eyes.
Only for such a man as him.
Only for him.
And he would not share it.
Not his paradise.
Geta – Traditional Japanese footwear
Kimono – Traditional Japanese robes
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