This is pretty much a drabble of some sorts. Nothing much to say on this one but hope you enjoy.
I do not own Hetalia.
He remembers the first time he saw an electric light ball. Round and clear it transformed into a glaring miniature sun with just the flick of the switch. He had let out a gasp in awe, smiled, and told the governor it was all like something out of the old tall tales he would tell his brothers and sisters when they were younger. The governor smiled along delighted to please his nation.
"Electricity will go far. I assure you they will change the very way we view the night." The ancient nation had nodded his head in agreement. That it would.
But the longer he looked at the light the more brighter, foreign, and even unwelcoming it started to become.
The boy was unusually quieter tonight which was starting to annoy him just a bit. The night sky was beautiful tonight and the moon round and full. The boy( who was starting to look more and more like a man as every year passed) appreciated beauty so it would have made sense for him to at least mutter a word or two. Instead he was staring off into the distance, not towards the sky but towards the coastline's shores. Well, his older brother concluded, maybe he was just anxious about something. His brother did have trouble expressing his himself sometimes. Well big brother would fix that!
"Japan look." He pointed to the moon bright and pearly in all its splendor. "Don't you see the rabbit? What do you think it's doing up there?" The boy's eyes, as dark and dull as ever conscientiously raised his head towards the sky.
"Making the elixir as always I suppose."
"Aw come on aru! You can get more creative than that!"
"I'm afraid not."
"Of course you can! I read some of those stories of yours so-"
In an instant a certain light was sparked within the boy's seemingly lifeless eyes and he fluidly turned his head towards his elder.
"You read my stories?" he asked the tone more demanding than the other would have liked. He shrugged, sheepishly but not repentant.
"You barely share them with me and I was interested." He explained with a jovial air that did little to improve Japan's sour mood. "There's nothing for you to get mad about aru. There were good…a little different from the own tales I tell but still good..."
The moment of silence went on longer than either of them felt comfortable with, but a certain expression of understanding seemed to subtly set itself on the boy's face and China suddenly felt uneasy.
It was almost like he had finally made a decision.
Flicking the feeling off as tiredness and paranoia he softly put his hand over Japan's.
"Now that I know…tell me a story."
"…I am very tired. I think I should retire for the night." Like a lithe shadow his brother got up and without so much as a good bye, not even a glance, strode off to his sleeping chambers.
That was the last night they ever sat together under the same star filled sky.
The kind plumb governor who had showed him the miracle of electricity was shocked to find his country still using an oil lamp after all these weeks.
"I'm afraid it takes me a while to get used to change." China explained with a weary, melancholy smile so different from the bright one he had on the other day.
