Chapter 1
It was springtime. The cool breeze blowing the beautiful pink petals off the trees. A man with short brown hair watched as they slowly fell, kissing the warm soil and hard concrete. A smile spread across the man's face as a petal fell onto his delicate hands, brushing them ever so slightly.
"How I love the springtime."
The man said, still looking at the petals.
"It really brings out the beauty of my country."
He continued to watch as more of the petals fell, leaving the land a pink color.
"I wonder how the springtime is for Italy and Germany?"
The man wondered out loud to himself as he continued to watch the petals. Just then his thoughts were interrupted by the soft sound of a voice from one of his spare rooms. He got up and walked to the rooms, the voice getting louder as he got closer.
"Don't bloody touch me!"
The voice came in very loud as the man stopped near one of the room doors. He gulped, his hand shaking as he grabbed the door. He slowly slid it open and quickly turned on the light.
There sleeping on the cot, that was laid neatly on the floor, was a man with ruffled blonde hair and funny eyebrows talking in his sleep.
"Oh, I forgot Asa-san was staying the night here."
The man whispered to himself as he shut off the light and again slid the door, closing it. He stretched his arms above his head, a yawn escaping his lips. He rested his arms back to his side and made his way to his room to rest.
Just as he went to bed, Britain woke up, his vison very blurry. He got off his cot and slid open his door, revealing the empty hallway. He looked around curiously, his green eyes searching for his friend. He stopped as he came to the open area where Japan loved to sit at and watch the night sky.
"Wow, now I know why Japan has a jolly good time watching the outside, it is lovely."
Britain said as he watched the cherry blossom petals fall, their pinkness sparkling in the moonlight. After watching for who knows how long, Britain made his way to Japan's room to see if he was there. He slid open the door and sure enough, there was Japan sleeping on the cot, that was laid across the floor.
Britain blushed a bright red as he watched Japan's sleeping face.
"He looks so...cute."
Britain whispered to himself as he continued to watch the young man. Japan groaned and stirred slightly as he turned, now facing the door. Japan's eyes fluttered, his eyes opening only slightly. He looked around and saw a strange figure standing in his doorway.
"Asa-san, is that you?"
Britain's got even redder and he stared at his friend. Not knowing what to say at all, Britain quickly ran out of Japan's room, making sure the door was slid shut. He went inside his room and let out a heavy sigh as he slid the door shut. He stared at the wall, listening to the soft sound of his heart beating rapidly. He then, (out of sadness and frustration) balled his fist and hit it as hard as he could against the wall.
Tears started to slid down his face as he looked down at his now bloody fist.
"What's wrong with me?"
Britain questioned himself as a tear rolled down his face and hit the soft carpet floor.
"Why do I feel this way toward Japan? He's my friend, I can't like him!"
Britain yelled out, more tears hitting the floor.
"I can't like him, not my friend."