"Yo! Japan!" America's annoyingly happy voice cut through Japan's meditative state.
If I ignore him, maybe he'll go away... he thought, trying to pretend he was somewhere far, far away.
"Dude? You O.K.?" America's voice grew worried.
Maybe he'll leave now. Japan hoped. His hopes were shattered when-
"JAPAN! WAKE UP!" Was screamed into his ear.
Japan flinched back at the sudden noise and grudgingly opened one eye. Staring back at him was a bright blue eye behind wire glasses.
It took Japan a minute for him realize exactly what he was looking at, but when he realized what it was he fell back again, this time standing up. America also rose, a bright grin stretching across his face.
"O-oh... Hello America." Japan said nervously. If America came this early in the morning it could only mean one of two things: whales or a glowing cake.
"So, I came to invite you to this year's Christmas party! It's going to be the most epic one yet!" America said happily holding out a piece of paper with what Japan assumed was information about the party.
Not this again, Japan thought, mentally facepalming himself. "I told you last year, America, I'm not exactly fond of cakes that glow"
America seemed unperturbed "Don't worry, it's not glowing... only slightly luminescent." He paused "And besides, Tonny and the whales want to see you!" America froze after he finished his sentence, and grabbed Japan's shoulders.
"DUDE! Tonny and the Whales…That would be a totally epic band name!" He looked into the distance as if imagining his so-called band, unnoticing of Japan's efforts to free himself from America's grasp. "I gotta go tell Tonny about this! But look over the invitation I gave you, it has all of the information for the party." With that he ran out, leaving the door swinging open behind him.
Japan sighed and stuffed the paper in his pocket as he closed the door and started back to his room. He had already decided he would not be going. As he passed an open window a slight whooshing noise and a rustle in the bushes caught his attention. Japan paused and stepped backwards a few steps. What he saw in the bushes made him want to laugh.
A Death Note. Or, a replica of one at least. A very good replica, but with China mass producing everything imaginable, it was only a matter of time before something like this happened.
"Very funny America!" He called out the open window. But as he look out the window he could see the retreating figure of a man in a brown bombers jacket with the white number fifty on the back and Nantucket sticking up as per usual.
So if it wasn't America... Japan's hesitant hand reached out and grasped the black notebook from where it lay on the bush. He quietly closed the window, first making sure no one was outside.
When he was back in the living room he sat down on the floor and opened the Death Note. On the inside were the directions just as he had expected. Japan was impressed, this was one of the best fakes he had ever seen. He put his aside and was about to stand up when a gravely voice behind him said "You think it's a fake don't you?"
Japan whirled around and stood up, nearly knocking over a table in the process. What he saw nearly made him faint.
"W-what? W-who...?" He stuttered looking at the six-foot creature in front of him.
"I said 'you think it's fake, don't you?'" The creature repeated with a hint of sarcasm.
"S-so it's not?" Japan asked looking at the notebook at his feet.
"That's what I just said" the creature Japan assumed was a shinigami sighed.
"Right" Japan murmured, trying to pretend this was remotely normal. He wondered if England's crazy was starting to rub off on him. "So... what's your name?" He asked lamely, he couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Ryuk" Ryuk stated simply, "Oh, by the way. Do you have any apples around here?"
"Ryuk?" Japan asked in disbelief ignoring his question "The Ryuk? From Death Note?"
"The one and only"
"But how is that even possible?" Japan felt lost, and still overwhelmed by the fact that there was a shinigami in his house. Other countries had their supernatural creatures walking around like it was nothing, but Japan had never had to face a creature of one of his legends before. Though this creature was from a manga- what if other things came out of his mangas? He might be able to deal with a shingami, but with all of his other mangas...Walking dead...Kishins... Demons of every type imaginable... Hundreds of cold blooded killers...
"Funny story actually" Ryuk started "You see, one of the creators of Death Note actually found a Death Note. Of course, he never used it. But when he gave up his memories the idea must have stuck, and he wrote about it. Ryuk is obviously based off of me, because I am Ryuk.
"So Death Note isn't true?" Japan asked, picking up the Death Note to look at it.
"Not the storyline, no. But all of the rules are correct. he had an Amazing memory."
Japan felt lightheaded. He knew that he should throw the notebook in his hand away and erase all of his memories of it. But something inside him told him he might need it. Later. Japan's train of thought was cut off as the phone rang. Thankful for the distraction from the insanity in his home, he answered in the middle of the second ring.
"Hello?" Japan's voice trembled slightly, but he tried to keep it under control.
"Hello, Japan? It's England. I was just calling to tell you that since Christmas is this Sunday, the World Meeting is moved to Saturday"
Japan glanced at the calendar to his wall (a gift from France, although he couldn't figure out why it looked suspiciously like a marriage registration form).
"That's today!" He exclaimed.
"Sorry for the short notice" England said "It starts in about four hours"
Japan sighed, as much as he would like to, he couldn't miss a world meeting. "I'll be there. Good bye" He sighed as he hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Ryuk asked, floating in the air so he looked even taller than before.
"England. We're having a world meeting today" Japan grabbed the Death Note from where it was on the floor and walked towards the door.
"I have to come too." Ryuk said following behind him. "Where ever you go, I go"
"You're probably not going to like it..." Japan said as they walked outside.
"Like it or not, I still have to. And I should also tell you that no one else can see me, so it will look like you're talking to thin air"
Japan was silent for the rest of the trip.