Hello readers! I absolutely LOVE Okami and Hetalia and which inspired me to write this! Now things for the Okami half of the story will be different since I am trying to mold it into Hetalia so forgive me also there will be a small twist at the end but you'll find out what it will be since I will kindly leave you little hints here and there! Enjoy and remember, review! I GOTZ TO KNOW YOUR OPINIONS! :3
Japan sighed mentally as the meeting progressed. This conference seemed to be the longest this month! It was estimated that this meeting would last a "wonderful" THREE AND A HALF HOURS. Nihon was certainly NOT looking forward to this. He'd rather be watching anime, drawing manga and being alone with Pochi-kun than listen to the more…how you say…robust nations. Japan looked around and saw that the nations were too busy arguing over Kami knows what to notice him look through some old, Japanese scrolls. He smiled respectfully at the one that tells the story of the Shinto sun goddess Amaterasu come out from her cave and bring light into the world.
Japan quickly put the aged scroll back in his semi-deep pocket as the nations settled down. As Britain was speaking, Japan couldn't help but feel a bit bored. No, make that completely bored. He dozes off a few times, but luckily he caught himself. This wasn't like him! He would never doze off during a meeting. He was much more attentive than this. The nations groaned once they heard that Britain had a Powerpoint presentation to share and Japan couldn't help but groan with them.
As the lights were shut off, and the only light was the light shooting from the projector to the screen, Japan felt even more fatigue and felt his eyes slowly close. Trying his hardest to fight his eyes open, but to no avail, he was transported into complete darkness. Britain's voice slowly dying away.
Japan's dark brown eyes then shoot open. He sits up, somehow in his kimono and his own bed. He looks around his room, the blurriness slowly clearing up with a few blinks and eye rubbing. Nihon wondered how on earth did he get home. Last thing he remembered was being at the meeting. "Must have been Greece-san who brought me home." Japan thought out loud. "I will go and thank him later." He slightly blushed at the thought of Greece changing his clothes. That nation was a bit too "touchy" and "suggestive" around him.
Slipping on his zori sandals, he exits his room, walking to the living room. Pochi-kun greets his master with a few barks, wags of the tail, and licks. Japan smiles at the Akita, scratching behind his ears, going out to the backyard.
It was a nice, late spring day. The Sakura were still in full bloom and were now a darker pink than white. The sky was clear, no sign of clouds and the sun was shining brightly. He could see Mount Fuji's snow capped peak in the distance. Japan smiled happily, going back inside.
It was time to make cherry cakes.
When Japan put the cakes into the oven, he decided to figure out a storyline for a new anime. Pochi-kun seemed to be tense and uneasy. Nihon, sensing his companion's unease, sets him on his lap and soothingly pets him. He gently bites his lip, tapping his pen on the table, thinking long and hard about a plot for a new manga.
Once the cherry cakes were done, Japan left them on the windowsill for them to cool. Sitting down on his couch, he decides to watch some anime with Pochi-kun. Putting on "Okami-san and Her Seven Companions", he gently sets the furry Akita next to him, softly scratching his neck. Out of the blue, Pochi-kun leaps off of the couch, scratching the wall underneath the cooling cherry cakes, starts barking like a mad-dog.
"Pochi…wait a little longer. The cakes will be ready to eat in a few more minutes.", Japan said. To no avail, the furry dog continues barking. What is up with Pochi today?, thought Japan.
Just then, a blur of white leaps through the window, knocking Japan onto his back. Pochi-kun was madly barking and growling. Japan was dazed for a few seconds and was pinned down by a white wolf with red markings and some sort of instrument.
The wolf didn't growl, nor bark at him, it just looked into his eyes. Pochi-kun surprisingly stopped barking. The wolf wagged its "ink-stained" tail in greetings. Japan carefully examined the markings. Something seemed familiar.
Slowly lifting up a hand, he slowly and slightly strokes its mane on its neck. The wolf did nothing but give a kind, wolf-smile at him. Japan's eyes widen as the puzzle pieces were put together in his mind.
He knew this wolf, and this wolf knew him.