A/N: Hello again everyone ^_^… I decided to make another China X Japan fanfic due to my very much an obsessed fujoushi cousin bugging me about the issue. Furthermore, I would like to say thank you very much to those who have read my previous work, I had really appreciated it and I apologize if it isn't that good :3. Um… anyways, it's our Junior-Senior prom tomorrow and due to the fact that we, juniors, are partnered with those seniors and hardly know any of those folks, I'm not attending XD – le shot- oh yeah, I'd like to apologize in advance if this didn't turn out good. I'm kinda low on energy when I typed this. Please tolerate it though ^_^
Warnings: lame story, fail attempts of humor…. You have been warned XP
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except this story itself, Period.
"Elizaveta-san, I have already told you a dozen times, I really don't find anyone worth admiring…" a lie. He does have someone, not only worth admiring but also worth even more… but the sad part is… he can't really tell the other this….
They were on their way to a new café located in Akihabara; said place's advertisements were promising thus they decided to stop over there for a look after their 'raid every store in Akihabara in search for this and that' adventure. Hungary, being the obsessed fujoshi that she is, was obviously in search for 801. Japan, being part of the cult, was obliged. Plus, said idea of boys X boys did come from him so he really had no other choice. The only thing that confused him was why Italy had decided to tag along, but on second thought, maybe it was because of pasta again. Yeah that's probably it… he thought.
"No way, you're lying right?" she practically exclaimed. Silence followed before she spoke again.
"I mean, I did saw you staring at…" Japan stiffened, Italy only vee'd in confusion. Japan was obviously getting where she was going. But since when did I become so transparent. He thought. Yes, he does constantly stare at him from time to time whenever he got bored in meetings but since when did the other's noticed that? Was it really that noticeable?
She was about to say who when something caught her eye as they enter the café.
"Speak of the devil…" she said, staring in bemusement which suddenly turned to amusement after a few seconds, mostly because she wonders what he thinks off the sight. Japan trailed off next to her. He didn't care. That is what he hoped for though.
It was him, the guy that he admired the most. Though sadly enough was with someone he knew to be likely with him. The other had whispered something to him and in response; he blushed a heavy shade of pink, a mix of worry, embarrassment, and anger on his face. From a far, they would possibly pass off as a couple, all lovey-dovey, for the world to see.
I don't have any right to be jealous… Japan thought, averting his eyes. It's just one-sided anyways, you know that…don't even bother looking at them. Don't bother them. Don't bother them. Don't bother them… He kept repeating in his head, keeping his head down as he hoped against hope that they won't be noticed but much to his dismay, Italy, being Italy, had to….
"Vee, China! Over here~!" Italy said, waving his high enough so that they would get noticed.
Oh, crud…
He was trapped, there's nothing he can do now. He averted his eyes back to the two, who were now looking at them. He managed to fake a confused look. "Oh, it is Chuugoku-san and he's with-." He got cut when Italy suddenly spoke.
"Vee~, it's Russia!" Frightened of the other, he clung on Japan's arm.
"O-o-oh, Ribén, w-what are you guys d-doing here-aru?" China stammered with a tint of pink in his face and a bit of irritation in his voice, eyeing Italy sharply before averting his eyes. He was obviously not happy with them being here.
Tsk. The nerve of this guy, asking me why I'm here while he's doing that in my territory… he mentally snapped himself and brushed off the idea. "We're simply here because this café is kinda new around here…" He said monotonously at the elder, eyes elsewhere. "We decided it would be a good idea if we try it out just for the experience…"
"I see…" China replied, eyes still elsewhere. It took a got full minute of Russia switching his gaze back and forth, form China to Japan (they both had a slight tint of pink in their faces, though both their eyes looked elsewhere… somehow it amused him.), before Russia spoke up.
"If you would excuse us, China and I have to leave now, da" he said with a smile in his face as he trailed the other, packing their things in their bags. "We have important business to do so I bid you goodbye."
"Oh, I see. Farewell then, Chuugoku-san, Roshia-san…" He just stood there watching the two leave before he trailed off to catch up with the others.
The days pass by like normal. Meetings and other stuff like that. He and China rarely talk to each other though the elder had said that they were fine now. Common greetings to each other...That was it. They would then bid each other goodbye. Yup, they hardly talk to each other.
He had learned from a reliable source that the elder was always seen with the younger Asians. Taiwan, Hong Kong, Vietnam, Philippines and everyone else, heck even South Korea and he had also been seen with some of the other nations. On Parks, Flower shops, etc. heck he was never seen alone…
The thought of that pained him…
They were as if total stranger to each other, like they were just random people to each other. But that doesn't matter…he would sometimes tell himself. In the past, when they were still enemies, he never even had the guts to look the elder in the eye. It's alright…I'm fine with it…
It was a cold night for it was raining again. The soft pitter-pattering of the rain filled the room as Japan laid in his futon. There will a meeting tomorrow so he needs to sleep early so that he can get himself ready for yet another bore festival. Strangely enough, melancholic memories of the past were called by such sounds…
…..
It was a dark and cold night when a little Japan had found himself awoken by a bright light that brushed his face, a soft rumbling sound followed. As a child, being alone in a dark room was frightening enough but to be started by another flash and an even louder rumbling sound made the poor child near to tears. The fact that he doesn't know what said thing is, made him scared for his sake, hiding himself in the futon.
Loud rumble after another, what the poor child could only do is cry. He didn't like the situation at all. But it was all in vain for even, he, himself, couldn't hear his own voice…
Nobody would protect him. He thought. The thought scary itself for he knows he's defenseless.
But that was when….
"Oh no- aru!" he older said, approaching the small Asian. All the said boy can do was to stare; eyes still filled hot tears threatening to fall…
"Are you ok- aru? You're not hurt, right- aru?" the elder asked worriedly.
That was when they did fall….
The poor boy buried he's face in the elder's clothes, hugging him tightly.
He could believe he was here….
He couldn't believe that the elder was here….
"It's ok, Xiao Ribén…" the elder cooed as he patted his head gently. "I'm here, I'm here. I'm not gonna go anywhere- aru…"
The storm continued sending loud noises thus the young Asian's cries were barely audible. It was according to him, himself that he had never neither called the elder nor considered the elder a brother but though the Japanese boy wouldn't admit it, He did consider him and called him one once in his lifetime. That was when one of those times that storm would come and Japan would softly stammer at the words as he hugged the elder tightly…
"A-a-a-anik-ki…a-anik-ki….."
….
Too bad that person's so deaf…
….
Japan opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He sighed, turning to his side.
Since when did this even start? I don't really remember exactly… 10 years? 100 years? A thousand years before? Or was it before that...? If only I knew… then maybe I could have stopped myself… this…. This thing… it's really troublesome… I hate it…. I get all scared by the thought of….of him finding out and yet… I don't really mind it… like if I had the chance I'd tell the whole world how much I feel for him… but I'm scared to death just thinking of him finding out…him finding out…
He sighed again.
This isn't working...
It's not good if I keep thinking stuff like this… he thought. I really need to get my mind off of this…
With that in mind, he immediately got off and decided to make some tea.
He was taking a sip of his tea as the loud silence got louder by the stop of the pitter-pattering of the rain. He felt so uncomfortable. It's funny that he felt such a feeling in his own house but it still wasn't doing any good. Some music perhaps…?
He then goes towards the radio and turns it on. Immediately after, he hears the song 'Daisuki Dayo' by Ai Otsuka. Real great timing….
"I miss you so~
I couldn't feel anymore helpless~
I miss you so~
I'll always love you~"
He turns it off again.
Great, does the world hate me now? He thought, rubbing his temples.
After finishing his tea, he went straight back to room, 7 on the clock. It'll be better if he lets himself sleep then let the world torture him all night…
A/N: lol this is so lame XDD anyways, yeah because I'm not attending our Junior-Senior prom, I'll be submitting part 2 tomorrow :3… lol my mother is so upset right now XDD. Oh yeah, I'm not sure if the English translation of Otsuka-san song is correct, though I got it from the internet… O_o so yeah, correct me if I'm wrong :3 Hope you guys like it! and now I'm off to eat some maja maiz, bye~!