To say that it was raining cats (and dogs) would be a mere understatement.
It was absolutely pouring; there was enough water falling from the sky to turn the ground into mud and make the whole park seem like it was drowning. Japan mentally scolded himself for forgetting to bring an umbrella. Why did he decide to visit the park on this day? Why was he so careless as to forget to check the weather report?
A cheerful meow broke him out of his thoughts. Turning around, he caught sight of a certain nation walking towards him, a parasol in one hand and a wet kitten in the other.
"Greece-san? What are you doing here?" Although Japan and Greece had been friends for quite a while, he had never gotten used to the Grecian man's surprise visits.
"I just wanted to come over," the taller man replied simply. After a pause, he added, "You're soaking wet. Come here," he motioned towards himself.
All Japan could say was a squeaky "Eh?" before blushing a deeper red than Spain's famed tomatoes. Surely Greece-san didn't know the meaning behind sharing an umbrella…right?
"Come," Greece said again, a perfectly calm expression on his face. Deciding that it would be better to face embarrassment than to risk catching a cold, Japan consented and the two of them, along with the cat, walked to Japan's house.
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As soon as they had entered Japan's house, the island nation had excused himself to change into drier clothes. Greece sat down at his friend's kotatsu, drying off the stray kitten and giving it a tin of cat food that he always had on him. Even though it had been raining for a long time already, the storm only became worse; lightning sliced through the sky and thunder made the whole house shake. The Grecian man tensed. Where was he? After waiting for half an hour, he decided to search for the smaller nation.
He found Japan curled up under the blankets on his futon, shaking with each blast of thunder. Greece frowned. This was no ordinary cold; both he and Japan were nations of the sun, so his aversion to storms was understandable. Unlike himself, though, Japan had never really hated the rain. What was wrong?
"A-ah, Greece-san…" Japan barely whispered, eyes opening when he felt the presence of the other nearby. "I apologize for taking so long…it was just the storm…"
"Hush, hush, little one," Greece sat next to Japan, putting him up so that they were sitting face-to-face. "Tell me what's wrong."
"It was the war, Greece-san…"
"Heracles."
"Heracles-san…" Japan trailed off as he recalled the War, the bombs, the screaming, the blood, the death that each lightning flash and thunderclap brought to mind. The acid rain had fallen for days on end, killing so many people as well…
"It's okay, Kiku," Greece responded, sensing that there were memories best left unsaid. As Japan blushed slightly at the use of his human name, he continued, "I'll be here if you need me. I promised that back in 1899. Don't worry."
"A-alright…" Japan winced again as a particularly loud boom of thunder shook the foundations of the house. Greece pulled the smaller nation into a tight hug; when Japan tried to protest, he simply replied with a "Don't worry, I'll be here" before murmuring tales of ancient Greek heroes to comfort him, the same was his mother did when he was younger.
They stayed that way until, at last, the sun began to shine.
A/N: Hmm. My first Hetalia fanfic, and a Giripan at that...well, I tried. :) This was based on the song 'Umbrella' (the Vanilla Sky version), but 'Kiss the Rain' by Yiruma would fit this as well. Did I do alright?