Heyo. Okay I really have no idea why I wrote this. I was just lying around being bored and then this popped into my head. It wasn't even raining. Oh well, here it is either way, sorry if you think it sounds depressing.
Yao Wang-China
Honda Kiku-Japan
Why did rain mean sadness?
With rain came life. With life came happiness, yet people still found it sad.
Did it mean that mother was sad?
Was her grief caused by what had become of her gift? The gift that she had so graciously given to us, the one we had abused and neglected.
These thoughts drifted through Yao's mind as he sat in the bamboo grove. The thick canopy of leaves shielding him from mother's blissful tears as they fell from the dark sky. This was where he often came to meditate or share tears with mother. For here, in this very clearing, he too had been given a gift. A gift which had brought him so much joy and happiness, and then been ripped away. He absently touched one of the many scars that still remained from that day so many years ago. Painful reminders of what had occurred.
Japan.
He had tried so many times to be mad at the younger nation, but found it impossible. From the time when he had first found the little nation, he had known the inevitable. In the end all nations had to break away, if they did not they would never learn who they were or were meant to be.
Even knowing this Yao had still clung to the naive hope that that would never happen. That Japan would stay with him forever.
Those hopes had soon been shattered.
Yao shook his head defiantly. He had promised himself long ago that he would not dwell on the pain of the past. Instead he would cherish the memories of the many days spent with the young nation. Teaching him, comforting him, and learning about the gentle natured boy. He remembered that little sparkle that would appear in those soulful eyes when he learned something new, and the sense of pride he in turn would feel.
Yao glanced up as a small flash of lightning lit up the sky. A little cry of fear came dully through the sound of rain on the leaves. Following the sound, Yao's gaze came to rest on a pair of pandas near the opposite edge of the clearing.
As he watched the younger bear shifted nervously, yelping as another flash of lightning split the sky. The larger one seemed unaffected by the bright flashes and sat there quietly.
Still, when the next flash came, the larger panda reached forward with one of its massive paws. Pulling the younger bear closer, it allowed it to bury itself in the elder bears soft belly fur. A tender smile spread across Yao's face as he watched the exchange.
Yao sat there long after the bears had left to find shelter. He didn't notice the rain grow heavier, or the way it started to seep through the tightly packed bamboo stalks. Only when a stray drop landed on his nose did he raise his head and glance around. Slowly he rose wincing at the stiffness in his legs. Then putting his wide sleeves over his head, he began to make his way home.
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Oh and for those who were confused I hope this answers your questions.
Mother is Mother Nature.
Her gift is Earth.
The day Yao is referring to is the day Japan declared himself independent.