Long story short, Japan has a new YouTube channel and needs YOU to ask him questions!

Any question is fine, and weird questions are even slightly recommended (by me~). You can send as a country, province, state, territory, or even a fangirl/boy!

The concept is not original, yes I know, but since I love *coughobsesscough* over Japan in Hetalia- and real-form anyway, there will be a more accurate responce and reaction. ^-^ It's also it's summer break for me, so Japan will respond way quick. In an honorable way, of course. ;)

Send letters to the comment box or PM.

Now that that is over ... why the heck is Japan doing an "Ask Me" YouTube channel in the first place? Read on ...


-Ask Nihon-

"Japan! Japan! Hey, Japan, I know you're in here!"

If I remain silent, he'll become bored and go away …

The diminutive but old nation sink further within the pages of his hen— er, adult mangas he was recently absorbed in as the irritating calls from his American friend became louder. He scrunched deeper within himself, trying as hard as he could to ignore him, but as he heard the footsteps become closer, he realized hiding was futile.

America was going to find him again … and he was nowhere near groomed, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and boxers and surrounded by suggestive 2-d images.

"Wh-what is your business, America-san?" he quickly exclaimed as he sprawled to hide his hentai.

"Japan, come out! I need to tell you something!"

Japan spotted a tall shadow halt at the shoji screen and with a silent yelp, he kicked the rest of his books under the mat and sprint to open the screen before America did.

"Japan! See? I knew you were here! Hero instincts," America laughed, tapping his head with affirmation. "Looking a little rough, though … Lazy Sunday?"

"Well, you did enter my house … uninvited … in the morning … with shoes on … again."

"Yeah, so? Nothing out of the ordinary, there!" America laughed. A dead person could read the atmosphere better than this man …...

Sliding out of his room and closing the screen behind, Japan sighed and asked once more. "What is your business here, America-san?"

"Kiku, I have something epic for you to do!" America shouted with a flail.

Before Japan could sigh out a protest, America cut him off. "And this time, it was nothing to do with England, my food, or Dance Dance Revolution."

"...Okay. What is it?"

"I need you …" America turned around and ruffled inside his jacket pocket for a second. When he turned around, he was brandishing a Sony video camera. "... To make a video."

Japan stood there in silent from a long moment, staring at his friend and the camera in confusion. Alfred … came all the way ... from his house … for this?

"A-america-san, you traveled this long distance to request me to make a video? Of what, might I ask?"

"Well, not just any old video! A video were you answer questions … for the world!"

"Nani?"

"I still don't speak your talk but I'm guessing you said …?"

"America-san, what are talking about?"

"Basically, the world gonna ask you crap, and you're going to answer the crap. All of the crap."

"B-but why?" Japan was beyond confused at this point.

America took him by the shoulder and shook him to Japan's utter dismal. "Because the world wants to know, Kiku! Do you know how interesting you are to the world? You locked yourself up for years, you're old, and you jizz at the thought of a robotic 16-year-old singing program! You're interesting, man!"

"B-b-b-b-bu, I-I-I-I, w-w-w-wait I d-do not do such a-a thi—" Kiku was a red as Romano's tomatoes by now and becoming redder as each second passed. This was utterly ridiculous! And how did he know about his … uhm … admiration of Hatsune Miku!

"So it's settled!" America laughed and patted the ruby-cheeked Asian on the back. "I'll leave this camera to you and inform the world of the "Ask Japan" YouTube channel!"

"Wait! America-san! I did not—!"

"HAHA, no need to thank me! I'm a hero! It's what I do!" The oblivious American laughed while making his way out. Suddenly, he stopped. "Oh yeah, just so you know, not all the letters will be from countries and territories. I hear you have some fans ..."

America sauntered out of the house with the oddest smirk plant on his face. "Bye-bye! I'll pop up later to see how it's going!"

And with a slam of the front gate, Kiku's nuisance was gone. Still, Japan had not left that spot he was so rooted too, but he looked down now at the small red camera in his hand. He slipped his porcelain hand through the strap on the side and turned it around in his hand, studying the aesthetics.

He sighed. "...Well I will be needing a better camera than this if I am to record a proper YouTube channel …"

With that he shuffled into his room to find that new camera he'd been working on.


Get teh sending! :D

Nihon awaits your letters ...