(y/n) was a shy country, much like her friend Canada, and she never spoke out against anyone unless she saw there would be unnecessary violence and bloodshed. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair was usually in (ponytail,pigtails, or other), shaping her lovely porcelain skin perfectly. Her lovely (e/c) eyes gave anyone who looked into them a flash of happiness and glee. This is why Japan liked her, but oh, he was way to shy and nervous to tell her how he and alas, make things harder, she was on his enemy's team, the Allied Forces, not with him, with the Axis Powers. He compared her to the first day if spring, the sunrises and sunsets on her, she was perfect in every single way. But fate had made it so they could never be together, so now he stood under the sakura tree, thinking of what could be, between him and the sweet (y/n). Unbeknownst to Japan, there was a shy and quiet girl with innocent (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair, looking at him with a loving and longing gaze. 'Why must we be kept apart, we would be perfect for each other, but why is fate such a cruel mistress...?' the two people underneath the cherry blossom tree thought, and sighed sadly, Japan aware of the other being there...