Taking a break from going to meetings with important political figures and doing mountains upon mountains of paperwork, America is currently seeing Japan.
The place, not the person.
When he has time to spare, he travels to explore another country, get some souvenirs, and see iconic places. He documents his experiences in his journals and keeps them in his private library at home. He loves exploring different countries and their cultures. England for the similarities and differences with his own culture. France and Italy for their art, fashion, and foods. Even China and Russia for their old traditions and customs. Most of all, he loves to visit Japan. Ever since he first came to Japan after the first trade treaty, he fell in love with the culture and traditions of this land.
'Wonder what the others might think of the idiot and uncultured America appreciating other cultures?' thought America, as he walked through the streets.
'They probably think I was just pretending or trying to sound smart' America signed, bitterly.
Also he continued walking through a bustling city, he spotted a store with a beautiful woman's kimono in the window display.
The kimono was light, sky blue with pink cherry blossoms on the bottom and sleeves. The obi was a soft, rose pink with night blue highlights.
America stares at it, signs, and quickly leaves. Walking past the store with a dampened mood.
Later on during the day, Alfred stumbles upon a shrine. Having wanted to trying at making a wish at a shrine, he goes into the shrine to make a wish.
When he arrives at the front of the shrine, he pulls the cord connecting to the bell twice and claps his hands once. Once giving the kami of the shrine a silent prayer, he donates a bit of money to the shrine. As America walks towards the gates of the shrine, he sees an old woman selling omamori charms.
There were some for luck in grades and romance, wards, and charms. The colors ranged from deep emerald to bright red. The charms were so pretty, America couldn't help himself from buying a charm.
"Sumimasen. Can I ask you what kind of omamori do you have?" asked America, in the woman's native tongue.
The old woman was shocked at first due to a stereotypical foreigner being able to speak perfect Japanese. After getting over her shock, she smiles sweetly at him and says, "I sell many charms, but I specialize in love charms."
"Really?" asked America, excitedly.
"Why yes," she replied," May I interest you in one?"
"Oh!" said America in surprize.
" I am not interested in anyone," he said with a blush, avoiding her eyes.
"What nonsense," the old woman continued," From your reaction, you most definitely have someone in your heart,"
America faces her in shock. Afterwards, he goes silent as his thoughts go to a certain nation with midnight hair and warm chocolate eyes. He blushes up a storm and takes a minute to calm his beating heart.
"There is one," he says finally, facing the old woman again, "but I am sure they doesn't share my feelings."
The old woman chuckle at his response.
"Don't worry. In fact, I have a charm that increase your chances in love,"
America was shocked at first but then became excited.
"Really?!"
"Why yes. All I need is your name and the name of your love. It has the by your real name or the charm won't work," she says, giving him a pen and paper.
America was hesitated and stared at the items in her hand. After a minute, America takes the intems and writes down his and Japan's name.
"Doma arigoto Oba-san," thanked America, giving the piece of paper back to the old lady.
The old lady scans the paper and then smiles.
"Foolish child. Haven't anyone taught you to not give out your name to strangers,"
This causes America to panic. He starts to get into a defensive position. The old woman snaps her fingers and then America falls unconscious.
'You will pay for stealing Nippon-sama away. You will be the perfect bait for him. And soon….he will be ours once again,' the old woman thought as she stands over America.
Japan was taking a stroll and walking towards one of his favorite shrines in the area. He tries to visit a shrine as often he can, but recently, he wasn't able to come around very often. With paperwork and meetings, he hasn't had the time for him to relax and unwind.
As he was walking to the shrine, his thoughts stray to a certain golden haired, sky blue eyes nation. His feelings regarding the nation is confusing. He can't seem to make heads or tails of it. He has always been attracted to females, but now, he was starting to have feelings for the blonde nation.
He never once felt feelings towards another male, at all. But whenever he sees him, his hearts seem to stutter whenever he is near and he defaults to his polite attitude.
"Maybe praying at a shire will help him with figuring this predicament," Japan thought.
As he approached the shrine, he notices two people. One of them he thought he had left behind to the past and the other was the person who was plaguing his thoughts.
"America-san!" he screams, rushing to America's side.
As he was about to reach America, America disappeared in cloud of rose petals. The old woman who was watching the event chuckles at Japan's shock. Japan turns and glares at her, finally remembering who she was. At the glare, she becomes stern and a bit angry.
"You glare at me and rush to aide the one who caused you harm. Yet, you ignores the spirits who have helped you for centuries," she scolded.
"Don't play games with me, Yubaba," demanded Japan.
"What have you done with him?" he asked, standing in front of her, glaring.
"I have taken him to the Spirit Realm. You don't realize how long I had to wait. I had to make sure that he was alone and with my reach," she replied.
"Why are you doing this?" asked Japan with his fists clenched, barely containing his anger.
"You have grown distant from your roots Nippon-sama. I am offering you a chance to reconnect with them," she continued.
Japan's glares intensify into an inferno. His fists shaking in rage and fingers creating crescent indents in his palms.
"How is it an offer when you have kidnapped my friend?" he shouted.
The old woman became angry and hissed," You call him a friend, but he had seduced you and taken from us. Promises of power and prosperity he made. But what he did was make you forget your culture, yours history, ...and us,"
She then smirked and said," Now we shall see who you will choose. This test will reveal who you truly care for. And prove that you belong to us,"
She snapped her fingers and vanished into mist. Japan collapses and bangs his fist on the ground next to him.
'America-san. I promise you that I will find you and rescue you. I swear it.'