Hey there random Internet people! Welcome to my story :) I've always loved the pairing Ameripan because the thought of loud, boisterous America and quiet, reserved Japan getting together is just too cute~
I started working on this months ago, intending it to be a one-shot, but it got too long (no surprise when it comes to me), so I decided to split it up and turn it into a short story instead. At most, this will be like 6 or 7 chapters, maybe 8 at most.
So yeah, enjoy~ :)
General Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. If I did, then any moments between the Hetalia characters that could be taken as yaoi would be a lot less subtle X3 I also own nothing you recognize.
Rated T just in case, but I doubt there's anything too bad.
Kon'nichiwa, you have reached the cellular phone of Japan. I sincerely apologize for not being able to pick up the phone, yet there are other matters that require my attention. However, if you leave a detailed message stating your business after the beep, then I will get back to you in a timely manner. Arigato~
BEEP!
Yo Japan! Dude! Your answering machine totally had me going for a moment! I thought it was really you! I even started talking to it for a little while! Hahahahahahahahaha~
Anyways, it's America and I…wait, you already know who this is! I'm sure you obviously recognize me from my big hero voice! I mean, who wouldn't! Iggy even says that it 'grates on his eardrums'…because it's so great, he'll never forget it! Man, I'm so awesome!
…Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, I'm calling to invite you to my kick ass New Year's Eve party! It's gonna be at my place, in my crib, on New Year's Eve! You should totally come because there's gonna be music and dancing and food—dude, I got Mickey D's to bring a shitload of food!—and lights and booze and I even got those cakes you like so much! You took pics of them last time, so you can do that again and post it on Insta-gram! Tag me, bro!
So yeah, party at my place! Now I know what you're thinking and you need to stop! You don't need to bring anything to be polite or whatever, I've got everything taken care of! Just show up, dude! We need to hang! Oh, and no dates either! This is a pure bachelor party for single sexy stags like us! So don't bring anyone else! Just bring you and your cute self~
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…Oh dude, I totally didn't mean to say that! Where the hell did that come from?! Hahaha~! Mattie must've put something in those pancakes he made for me earlier! Mattie! Whatjda put in those pancakes?! …Mattie! MATTIE! Don't ignore me, man, that's not cool!
AGH! Holy shit, bro, where'd you come from?! …What?! You were so not standing next to me this whole time! A hero is super vigilant and super focused, so-
Japan blinked as the message was cut off, his voice mail only being able to record so much. He had been entertaining his guests, Italy and Germany, and the Italian's incessant questions about his manga collection had kept him occupied so he had not heard his phone ringing. After stuttering out an explanation as to why he has so many manga books with inappropriate images (he had blushed when Italy naively asked why the two pretty, large-breasted women carrying a bottle of oil were going to the bedroom when they should've been going to the beach), Japan had checked out his phone and discovered this message from the loud, upbeat nation, America. He was so confused and somewhat flustered that he replayed it several times before showing it to his companions for their opinion.
"Hm," Germany listened to the voice message in a serious, contemplative manner. "It appears that America is inviting you to a social gathering at his place."
"Yay! A party!" Italy happily cheered. "That sounds like so much fun! Why didn't America give me an invitation?! I want to go! We should all go! Can we all go, Germany, please?!" He clasped his hands in front of the blonde German with a pleading approach and looked to him hopefully.
"I do not really have a say in this, Italy. This is America's party and he gets to choose who to invite. It wouldn't be our place to arrive if we weren't summoned."
As Feliciano pouted, Kiku reassured him, "I am sure America-kun will invite you both to his gathering; he probably just intends to call you later. After all, he had invited all the nations to his Halloween party a few months back."
"Ja, but that was only because he wanted to scare as many people as possible with that absurd prank of his."
"Ve~ I remember that! Those ghosts were so scary!"
"Those weren't real, Italy, they were holograms. And in case you've forgotten, America managed to scare himself since he was stupid enough to forget that that was his prank in the first place."
Japan couldn't help the very small smile that touched upon his lips at the memory of the American practically wetting himself at the appearance of the rather cheesy, cliché image of a ghost hovering around his house; as a result, America had tightly grabbed onto him in a 'please protect me' bear hug and begged for him to kill the ghost with his 'sweet ass ninja skills.' Though the physical contact wasn't particularly pleasant (Japan was quite fond of his personal space), he had found America's typical behavior to be rather endearing.
"Still, I'd really like to go to America's party!" Japan refocused as Italy spoke. "He said there'd be music and dancing and cake! The food doesn't sound too good, but that's okay! I could just eat a really big meal of pasta before I go! Besides, New Year's Eve sounds like a great day to have a party! You get to count down to the new year with all your friends and then kiss a pretty girl at midnight!"
That managed to get Japan's attention as he jolted in shock, his eyes widening. "N-Nani? What do you mean?"
"Ve~ don't you know, Japan? In some places, people count down the seconds until midnight before yelling out 'happy new year!' since it's the New Year! It's a lot of fun when you're in a big group because then-"
"I-I apologize for interrupting, b-but I am still confused; what do you mean by kissing a girl? Is that a requirement for this kind of party?"
"Well, sort of," Germany replied. "It is an American tradition to kiss a person, particularly a romantic partner, once the New Year is upon them."
Japan found that very disconcerting and started to tremble slightly. "Eto, eto, eto, eto, eto…"
Italy didn't make things better. "Sì, and Big Brother France told me that it doesn't have to be your lover, but it could be anyone! He says that as long as the person next to you is pretty, then you should kiss them and then invite them to your house for a sleepover!"
While Germany face-palmed and started lecturing Italy about not listening to France, Japan was practically panicking. His research on Western cultures was a bit outdated, but he was certain that he hadn't recalled that particular piece of information. People kissing on New Year's Eve…and they often don't even know each other?! That's just absurd! Will America expect him to do that?! Unacceptable! That is just entirely unsuitable, not to mention unsanitary!
The image of him and some random individual locking lips caused him to shudder. Nope, he couldn't do this. He can't take that risk. He'll just have to tell America that he is appreciative of the invitation, yet he cannot accept.
But it would be exceptionally rude to decline his invitation…
Japan nearly groaned in frustration. Of course it couldn't be that simple. If he went, then he might possibly be kissed by a random stranger. And yet, if he refused, not only would it be impolite, but he could already see America pout in that adorable, boyish way of his and hear him constantly beg for him to come.
It appeared that the island nation was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Just show up, dude! We need to hang!
Well, there was no arguing that it has been a while since the two nations have spent some time together face-to-face; not since the last World Meeting where America practically hovered over him, constantly asking him for Japanese translations to random American phrases (how was he to know how 'bruh' translated to?).
Just bring you and your cute self~
A light blush bloomed upon Japan's face, and he sighed, his mind made up in that instant.
Oh, the things he did for America.
And that's the end of the first part. There'll be more to come later~
Thank you to those who are kind enough to glimpse at this story! I know Ameripan isn't nearly as popular as USUK or Giripan, but I still dig it, and I'd like to contribute to the pairing somehow.
Anyways, thanks again and see you next time :D
Translations:
Japanese
Kon'nichiwa-Hello
Arigato-Thank you
Nani?-What?
German
Ja-yes
Italian
Sì-yes