Introvert vs. Extrovert
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Author's Notes: This is my first Hetalia fanfic, so…please don't kill me :/ I'll get back to writing Secret and Avengers, Loki, and the Wild soon. I promise!
Social interactions seem to always tire Japan; however, this one didn't tire. It was draining. And hurtful. Not physically, by all means, but emotionally it was hurtful. Today, some of the other countries apparently decided to pick on Japan. They were supposed to have some sort of meeting on…well, something. It was probably important. Maybe. For some reason, each meeting the countries has always end up in dispute. Normally, Japan wouldn't care since he wasn't in the center of the "drama". Instead, he would simply sit at the sidelines and watch. Sometimes, halfway through, he would escape without being detected. Today was different, though.
"Hey Japan," America asked after gulping down a huge thing of soda, "Why are you always so quiet?"
"What do you mean?" Japan asked back.
"Well, seems like every time we have a meeting or something, you don't say anything. You sort of just sit there with that sad look on your face."
"What sad look?" Japan's face was emotionless, but his voice was drenched in confusion.
"I see what America is talking about," England agreed, which was surprising since England and America, well, don't agree.
"Me too," added France. Okay, now that is just plain weird. Japan started to feel uncomfortable with this situation.
"Yeah, see? Everyone sees this…but you! Maybe if you stopped being so introverted, you could actually have friends. And I mean real friends, not like those imaginary things England has," America said with a laugh. England glared at America. Japan wished he could glare at America too, but he was not one to express his emotions.
"Are you suggesting that I do not have any friends?" Japan asked calmly.
"What?! No. I didn't say-"
"Yes you did," Canada interjected.
"No one asked for your opinion Canadia!" France taunted.
"It's Canadia….I mean…..Canada….It's pronounced Canada!"
Other arguments started to build on top of that. Soon enough, Japan was forgotten, but for some reason, he could not shake the empty feeling America's accusation gave him. Not caring if anyone saw or not, Japan left the room, needing to get away from all of them. Sometime later, he was home, wearing his comfortable Japanese attire instead of the stiff white navy suit.
"Introverted," Japan mumbled, "I'm not introverted….at least, I don't think. I have friends. I have Germany and Italy and Greece and…and…" Japan suddenly stopped and looked around his empty and quiet house. "I'm alone."