Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

I decided that ending finals week was a good enough reason to begin another story. So without further ado, enjoy!

Chapter one

Japan's POV

"Thanks again for helping me today," England said to me as he replaced some of his books on a now clean shelf. He had called me the other day wondering if I could help him clean his basement, and as his friend I agreed. I was not however expecting it to be as dreary and dusty as it was. After several hours however, we were able to get the basement almost all clean, the only area left being a corner which housed another book shelf and chest.

We then heard the kettle from the kitchen go off, causing England to get up and ask if I wanted anything while he was getting his tea. I asked for some tea and went back to emptying the shelf I was at as he left.

Everything on the shelf was covered in a thick layer of dust; obvious that the items had not been touched in most likely centuries. That is, everything except for a little, cloth bag. As I picked it up, I noticed that it was a lot heavier than it seemed; causing me to become curious.

Wondering what was inside I opened it to find moon-white clay. As I looked at it, the image of a little figure with cat ears and tail suddenly appeared in my mind. Due to this, I felt the desperate urge to ask England for the clay when he returned. He looked at it for a moment, as if not sure about an answer, but after a few moments he said that I could have it.

We finished cleaning the basement shortly after that, and I made it back home later that night. When I reached home, the only thing that I could focus on was creating the figure. So I sat in my study and began to sculpt.

Greece's POV

Deciding to visit Japan, I left from my house and reached his house in the afternoon. When I got there I found his door unlocked, which did not surprise me, and entered. The house was quiet and dark, except for the natural light and a slight beam from his study.

Assuming he was in the study, I followed the light and found Japan sitting at a desk turned away from me. Quietly, I decided to sneak up onto him and see what he was doing. He was working with some material, forming it into limbs, when I asked him what he was doing.

He started at my voice, but did not look at me. Even more curious now, I looked at his face to find dark rings forming under his eyes and him looking rather tired.

With a frown I asked him, "Are you alright, Japan?"

He did not respond right away, but after a few moments he gave me a simple nod; all the while never looking up from his work. Figuring that he was in some sort of working zone, I tried several other things to snap him out of it; none of which worked.

Deciding that trying to snap him out of it was useless, I left him in his study and decided to take a nap in his living room. Japan was fast with his work and I was rather patient. Most likely after my nap he would be done and ready to do something else. Or so I thought.

Right, so that was a rather short chapter, but then again it was the opening chapter. I promise that it will pick up soon.

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