Hey, I've been wanting to write an angst story for a while so I made one about Japan. I've was about to call it 'Imortal' but this seems more fitting in my opinion. Hope you like it, btw I will try to update my other stories soon!

I don't own Hetalia

I don't know when or why...

but one day I stopped aging...

time just seemed to stop for me, when in reality years were still going by all the same...

I think I might vaguely remember when it started, but everything is unclear to me right now...

I've had to suffer through so much...

but the years never left even the smallest imperfection to show what I've gone through...

suffering day by day, watching loved ones fall at the hands of death...

why me?

Can't death see me?

Am I going to be like this for the rest of eternity?

I just want this all to end...

I just hope this suffering will go away soon...

that something will put me out of my misery...

-Years earlier-

Kiku Honda woke with a jolt as his alarm went off. He groaned pounding his fist on the bedside til it found the source of the retched sound. The clock came to a sudden halt with a sickening crack, Kiku wasn't always this reluctant to get up but he didn't have much sleep that night do to worrying about the taxes for food going up.

Kiku forced his eyes open with some trouble, and sat up. He was going to go see his parents today and he didn't want to be impolite by being late for the expected time for his arrival. So he got up and proceeded with his usual routine, making his bed, having a shower, getting dressed, having breakfast, brushing his teeth, and got his things together to go to his parents house.

He was staying there for the winter holidays to celebrate the new year of 1990, they had to constantly assure him that he wouldn't be an inconvenience before he agreed to go. He hadn't had enough time during that year to visit them much so this holiday would be a great chance for him and his family to catch up.

The Japanese boy got into his car and started his drive from Chiba to Togane, where he had spent his childhood, pretty much locked in his room a lot though.

When Kiku got to his parents house he didn't even have to knock before the door swung open, revealing his mother as she hugged him. Kiku shifted awkwardly, he never been that good with physical contact.

"I've missed you so much its been too long, where have you been?" Kiku's mother questioned.

"My apologies, I've been so busy with work I had no time to visit," Kiku bowed his apology but quickly stood straight when his mother pushed his shoulders so that he would.

"You have no need to be so formal, now come in, there's no use in standing outside all day. I'll get your father to get your bags later," she smiled at her son while letting him inside. Kiku nodded his thanks and made his way through the familiar house.

She had long black hair and chocolate brown eyes, her eyes were always lively. Kiku's were more like his fathers, which were still brown, but more serious.

His father was in the kitchen, watching the news on his cellphone. Kiku rolled his eyes, his father didn't even want a cellphone and was so reluctant to get it, now he was always glued to it.

Kiku's father put down his phone to give Kiku a proper greeting,he also greeted his two big sisters and big brother, they were all older than him by seven to ten years since he was the youngest and had been unexpected. After settling in and greeting his family he was sitting in his old room taking in the familiar scenery.

The small room was exactly the way he left it, white walls, small bed with navy blue sheets, a wooden desk in the corner, and a dresser. It didn't seem anybody else had been in this room, even though Kiku had moved out a few years before. The only difference was the Japanese boys bag.

It was a while later until he was called to dinner, his family was pretty talkative during dinner, Kiku himself was more quiet. He couldn't help but feel as if someone was watching him, he looked around at his family but they wasn't one of them that was looking at him at the moment.

Kiku looked out the living room window that was visible from where he was sitting, the streets were empty other than a figure beside the street light. They seemed to be looking his way but Kiku couldn't see too well through the heavy rain, and before he could make out the figure they turned and walked away.

Kiku blinked but turned back to the conversation at hand as if it didn't happen. His brother turned to him soon after to talk to him.

"Kiku, how is your work going? Must be hard to sit at the computer all day," his brother started.

Kiku looked up from his food, "It's a pretty easy job for me, I'm used to sitting at a computer and I can always get up to stretch."

"I could never stay at a computer as long as you, I like my job as a cook, personally. I'm always on my feet to get everything done in a reasonable amount a time."

Kiku talked to his brother about their jobs more before dinner being finished and everybody doing their own thing.

Kiku's body was completely coated in sweat, pain shot through him and all he could do was muffle his screams of pain into his pillow. Air seemed to be harder and harder to get, his throat seemed to be closing off as more and more pain surfaced. Through tears he could see his alarm clocks eery glow saying it was three in the morning.

It felt as if knives were being stabbed into every inch of his body, his head felt like it was going to burst. Just when the pain felt as if it was going to be too much for him, Kiku passed out.

Kiku woke up feeling as if he was having a hangover, his head and every other muscle in his body ached. Luckily his breath was coming fine but he couldn't help but wonder why he was in pain in the first place.

He looked to the clock and was shocked to see that it was five pm. Kiku jolted up to a sitting position, ignoring the throbbing of his head and protesting body, and thought, Why didn't anybody come to wake me up? It was unusual for anybody in the house to wake up near noon let alone afternoon the next day!

He came out into the kitchen nobody was there, living room had no one either, Kiku searched the entire house but there wasn't even a hint to anyone being there. He got an aspirin for himself during his search to ease some of the pain pulsing though him, it wasn't until he re-entered his room that he saw a note on the table.

'Kiku,

The rest of us are out, you looked sick so we didn't disturb you. We'll be back by six so stay inside and get some rest.

Love Mom'

Kiku read over the note then looked at the clock, it was five-thirty. Kiku was too anxious to go back to bed, and the pain was dulling so Kiku decided to go for a walk to clear his head.

–Twenty years later

Kiku looked at himself in the mirror, it was now a daily thing for him. For years he hasn't aged a day. His siblings had many gray hairs and beginnings of wrinkles by now and had grandchildren. But Kiku only dated once when he was around twenty-nine but it didn't last long, he had no grays or wrinkles, nothing to show his age.

Kiku went to a quite few doctors, by his parents suggestion, to ask about the situation but they either were baffled by what they were seeing or were telling him he was blessed to have such age tolerance. Not one was a help.

Kiku turned on the TV, it was on the news channel and he was about to change the channel but it caught his attention, "-the earthquake had occurred in Togane, it had been only fifteen minutes long but left some drastic damages such as collapsed houses, fires, and blackouts. It was not yet confirmed how many were killed but there are so far twenty known deaths, mostly from fires."

Kiku looked on blindly at the TV, his eyes drifted to the street that was behind the reporter. It was where his house was but all he could see was burnt remains. His attention snapped back to the reporter as she continued the story.

"This street was one that was hit the worst, the house I am standing in front of had four residents inside, they were known by the family name Honda. They were only a few victims of this-" Kiku shut off the TV, he couldn't listen to anymore.

He stood there swallowing his grief for an hour before deciding to go to his sisters place, she didn't live that long of a distance away from him, and he knew she hadn't been there either. His mother had called the day before to make plans for this morning but he was busy, she had told him that the sister that had been closer to his age couldn't come either and not to feel bad about it. He was now suddenly feeling more guilty than before about that, but at the same time... relieved? This thought only made Kiku feel worse.

Kiku sent a text to his sister that he was coming over, she replied quickly.

'I'm guessing you saw the news.'

'Yes'

'You can come over'

Kiku left, turning off the lights and taking his keys and rain coat. It took him twenty minutes to get to his sisters place and when she answered the door, she gave him a light hug before letting him in.

Kiku was fine with the hug this time, he was still a bit uncomfortable with it but it was somewhat a relief for his heart which was heavy with grief. They sipped green tea in silence just enjoying each others company, it was better this way than it would have been alone.

As a couple more years passed, Kiku's sister passed away. He held his grief, his nieces and nephews tried comforting him but he knew that there would just be more grief after this.

After the funeral Kiku left alone, despite his families protests, and went for a walk. He thought of all the times he had with his siblings, his mother, his father. The time he had met his grandmother, how he had called her old. Kiku gave a small ghost of a smile at the memory. He thought of all the times he was bullied and his brother had come to the school to stand up for him, even though that got him banned from school grounds. Kiku remembered the time his sisters had decided he would look cute in girl clothes when he was three.

Kiku was so wrapped up in the past that he didn't notice the footsteps behind him before he heard someone say, "Kiku Honda."

Kiku was startled by the sudden presence and spun around to see a tall figure in the shadows near him, "Y-yes?" Kiku couldn't help but stammer, he had been frightened pretty badly.

The figure gave a nod and there was only a silver glare from a needle, slight pain in the arm, giving Kiku no time to react. Kiku passed out before he could process anything clearly.

To be continued ASAP, cause I know at this point it might be a bit confusing for people who don't know the plot.

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