I must take this moment to thank you, the Reader, for clicking on this lonely fic about Japan/Netherlands. Actually, I'm pretty this sure this pairing would pretty much be labeled as crack, but I've been told otherwise ^^~
Anywho, this is actually my first BL fic for APH *sweatdrops*
Warning: Human names will be used, Multiple pairings. The characters are now in the pre-teen age. And Netherlands will be (as of now) "Holland"; don't worry it'll be Netherland soon enough.
Current Pairing: Young!NetherlandxYoungIsolationist!Japan
I do hope that you enjoy this fic~
Holland, barely 12 years of age, was lazing about his house. He had pale blond hair that was sloppily cropped and would often provide a curtain for his eyes, a sign that he was constantly neglecting to brush it. Still, at least he had enough sense to wear decent, clean clothes. And if you managed to look beyond the light cover of hair to spot his eyes, you would instantlty be drawn in. They were a gentle spring green, yet those emeralds were almost always used for glaring or simply being unpleased. And to tie it all together, his face was always accompained by a grimace or scowl.
Today especially, his "slave driver" of a boss had called him over for a meeting at Holland's house. However, he had yet to arrive and the clock's monotonous chiming almost made every minute go by faster. Really, if you were going to plan meetings then you should at least the decency to arrive on time, if not early!
That old man better have something important to talk about. The boy thought bitterly; in general, he wasn't a very patient person. Yet, Holland would argue with the fact that who exactly was patient these days?
Just before he was about to lock up his house for the night, a formal knock resounded from the door. It was none other than Holland's boss! And about time too!
"Oi, old man! Why the heck were you late?" The adolescent yelled out.
"I do apologize for my tardiness but that is not the priority at the moment. I wish to discuss about international terms." The superior merely narrowed his eyes, silencing the young boy from his bursts of anger.
"Well, spit it out." Despite that he was reprimanded, his tone still held his bitterness.
"As you know, many countries are now following the suit of colonizing foreign countries-" The boss began.
"Hah! So you're actually planning to follow the bandwagon? I didn't know that you could actually be predictable." Holland cynically interuppted. However, he was secretly fearful that his boss would order him to colonize a country. Not that he was scared, oh no, it was actually the opposite reason. Holland had heard quite a few stories of how hard-to-manage the controlled countries could be: rebellions, refusing to work, or just having to deal with their sloppiness and clean up after them. Why go through all the trouble?
"I wouldn't call it "following the bandwagon", on the contrary, it's competition. We're actually falling behind quite a bit compared to the other european countries; it's an almost shameful disposition." The surperior corrected.
The boy only glared; he knew that his boss was deliberately pressing his buttons all for the purpose of persuading Holland to obey his unsaid yet implied order. Luckily, Holland held his ground and swallowed his overflowing and darned pride; he wasn't going to lose just yet.
"Even Spain is catching up and right now, I'd say that he's already ahead of you too." That was the final straw, Holland snapped and had to control his next words, should he provoke his boss.
"Tch, fine! I'll do it." He barely snarled out, "Just tell me who the poor sap is, and I'll have him on a leash in no time flat!"
Holland's boss did an inward smirk. He knew that even casually mentioning a certain nation would make Holland's very blood boil. In fact, that was actually the boss' last resort, and his trump card.
"The amusing thing is that not one country has managed to "leash" this one. So, I've taken the liberty of gathering intel and organizing it in this file." The boss casually passed the file, only for it to be quickly slapped away.
"Just tell me the name." Holland spat out.
"Well,his name is..."
"Japan! Come back inside this instant!" An angry voice echoed out.
The outraged order managed to reach the inquisitive ears of Japan, who appeared to barely breach his youth. Japan was adorned with a bright red kimono with several intricate gold designs.
His eyes were delicious pools of milk chocolate that would shine mahogany only in the sun. To match, his skin was absolutely unblemished and almost pale; he stayed indoors rather than feel the warmth of the outside. Strangely enough, Japan also had a long cascade of onyx hair; he did care for his hair yet it was neglected on remaining a reasonable length.
"I'm coming!" Japan called in response. He then hurried inside the spacious and rather luxurious house.
Inside, his surperior had a sharp look about him; he was clearly dissapointed.
"What were you doing outside? Have you forgotten what I ordered you to do?" The boss immediately lashed out. Japan immediately bowed in shame for staying outside for too long.
"I'm really sorry for disobeying you, boss."
"Never forget that the outside world is a dangerous place. Other countries will always try to take advantage of you, no matter how nice they seem." Was all the strict leader replied. And with that, he left the house, leaving Japan to isolate himself further.
It's always like this: stay inside this house, protected from everyone else. But are other countries really like that? Japan barely skimmed through his very few memories of when he actually was with a different country. There were quite a number of nations that Japan came in contact with, but he couldn't even remember their names.
Ever since that incident, Japan's boss cut off all foreign contact and forbade Japan to stray from his house. While the boy did comply impassively, he couldn't help but feel that there was...well, more to the outside than scheming malicious countries.
Japan silently sighed, tied up his long hair and slipped in his bed. The reason for his long hair was a rather logical yet unusual one. His boss was so concerned with insuring Japan's "safety" that he forbade any use of sharp objects to be used on Japan. Due to this edict, Japan's hair quickly grew while his boss set it as a "minor drawback".
With a final sigh, the submissive nation pulled the covers above his head and slowly let his not-so-drowsy eyes close. Although he did sleep, Japan never dreamed; rather, he would only see memories of the past. Perhaps another one of those "minor drawbacks" that his boss spoke of?
~Flashback~
"Hey Japan! What do you think of this?" A child offered him a fascinating contraption of some sort. Japan hesitantly accepted it and held it gingerly.
"It's really interesting."
"Awww, is that all? After all the trouble I went through to have it made just for you? Jeez, you are hard to impress." The boy scoffed.
"Ah no! I mean, it's really uh...amazing!" Japan had just recently learned the word "amazing" from his strange friend. Yet, he feared that he wasn't even pronouncing it right or using it right. If either way were true, his friend didn't show any dissapointment or displeasure.
"You know, we actually have a lot more cool things in my home." His friend then calmly sat down and motioned for Japan to sit down on the fresh green grass.
"Really? Like what?"
"There's-"
"Oi! Don't hog him all to yourself!" Another boy who appeared much older yet seemed even less mature. He sat next to Japan as well and slung his arm over the black haired youth.
And the trio would have endless chats and cheerful laughter, or at least the two other nations. Japan would remain silent but smile for his newly made friend, nevertheless. Although they were strange and foreign, Japan kept the fact that they were his first and maybe only friends, a secret. However, the duo almost always tried to offer him gifts to interest or please him. Almost as if, they were trying to convert him.
Until one day, Japan's surperior approached the group and told Japan to go in the house. He complied but his curiosity refused to quiet down until satiated. So, Japan discretely peeked from one of the windows to see what would unfold. From what he could piece out, his boss and the two boys were having some sort of talk. Sadly, he couldn't exactly hear what they were talking about but he did notice how angry his surperior was.
Ever since, he saw his friends less and less. Later, he was told that they weren't really his friends; they were only using him so they could convert him to their own customs.
"Japan? It seems that you have...a visitor." A servant's call awakened the sleeping nation with a small start. What had shocked him the most was the fact that a visitor was actually allowed to step inside!
"Who is it?" He rised from his yukata at a steady pace.
"I don't know; I've never seen a country like him before."
"Oh? Well, if he passed through my surperior, I suppose that I should let him in."
Whew! That took awhile!
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