Ok my first fanfic on this site! Omg ! I have a feeling Japan wouldn't be fussed on thunder...you know atomic bombs of shit? Ya ya anyway i hope i did ok...if i spelt something wrong its because I have a metal condition where I have a inability to spell properly...:( so ya!
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Japan hates thunder...really hates it.
After the meeting, Japan stayed behind, The large walls and roof thick and tall, made the noises that bellowed from the sky, less and it was Walmer kinder. Germany was also staying behind doing nothing, and reading a book, "which he claimed he couldn't read at home." But It's not like he couldn't do it the next day. Japan timidly walked over to Germany and sat on the chair next to him. "Germany...san..." he said in a quaky voice, his whole body shaking, from his increased anxiety. "Piss off, I'm reading...." he muted flipping a page in his book. The was a low rumble, even through the thick protection, Japan felt it rumble, he ducked his head under Germanys arm and grabbed a portion of German's trousers. 'G-Germany...I know this is weird but...can I have a...." Crash. "Nah! Germaany-san!" he crocked. Germany Stood up pulled Japan around and marched him out the door. "could you at least I dunno...walk me a little way?" Germany grumbled and started to walk back inside the building when Japan grabbed his wrist, "....please?" Germany roughly grabs Japans arm and walks sternly up the stairs. "I can't believe I'm fucking doing this..." he swears and throws his ally a foul look, Japan noticing what he was doing broke away from Germany. "I-I-I can do it myself!" He said tiring but failing to sound normal; calm. "Then do it!" What's with Germany? Male PMS or something? Thought Japan. Japan walked a little way, clutching his black heavy bag as he walked, finally his bravery died and he dropped, is bag flying out of his hand as he dropped to his knees, in a puddle. He breathed heavily and looked upwards. "Stupid rain."
Japan's point of view.
After a little while I crawl to the side, my clothes are saturated, and my bag properly is to. I shudder as I heard the bangs, and crashes. And my body's numb from the rain and winds. But for some reason my shoulder has some pressure now...and it's warm.... I open my eye a little and lift my head and inch from my knees. In my blurry vision I can make out a blond headed man, his face bright, Did the rain just stop? He is smiling at me, I feel as if I could faint, I'm so cold!
England's point of view
I can't wait to get the Ouran show kiku was talking about! Hey...is that him? Oh my god, he is shaking and stuff! Is he even okay? I walk over to him and shelter him from the rain. His face is screwed up in fright "Yo...YO Japan? Kiku?" I ask shaking him. He opens his eyes a little. But then closes them, as not to faint. I pick him up slowly, his arms now being suspended in the air. I flipped open my mobile and called America...I told him to come pick up Japan's and my stuff. I quickly rushed to my house, my clothes are becoming wet from his, where was his umbrella?
I finally got home and wrapped blanket around him I laid the nation on my couch. I sit next to him.
Japan slowly awoke, a crash of thunder made his curl his fists up and clutch the his face. "Naiio!" he winced. Suddenly a pair of strong arms pulled him into him, One hand resting around the opposite knee and an author around Kiku's neck. Japan smiled slightly and grabbed England's shirt. England; stubborn and hurtful at times, Japan; shy at times, annoying with how restarted and obsessive he is and downright irritating! But...today...Kiku was happy to be hugged by someone....even if in the morning he would completely deny it.