What is mochi?

Such a simple and innocent question. Something that you could expect from anyone at anytime, and no one would bat and eye. After all, a simple question like that only had an equally simple answer, right?

If you ask anyone on the street, assuming they knew mochi, they would either answer; "It's a Japanese food" or "It's a sticky rice cake".

And they were right.

But, for one personification of Estonia, that question had a whole different meaning.

If you went to Tallinn and ask this question to a certain young man with blond hair and blue eyes, who wore a simple square-shaped rimless glasses, carrying around a laptop, and was named Eduard von Bock; prepare yourself, for you would receive an especially unexpected answer.

"'What is mochi'?" the young man echoed. His face that previously had a warm expression turned blank in a flash. Behind the glasses, empty blue eyes stared into nothingness. It was as if he was just asked the meaning of his existence, and was painfully reminded of his uselessness in the land of the living.

Slowly, with a quiet and haunted voice, he answered, "Mochi.. is satan."


Somewhere in a house in Tallinn, a white blob of accursed existence sneezed.

"Ah," the blob said in eerie voice, unnerving blue eyes that never blinked staring out into the window. "Someone is talking about me." It then looked at the piece of lettuce on the plate before it. "What do you think, dad? Should I eat them?"

The lettuce kept silent.


On a distant island surrounded by the sea, in a dark room lit only by a computer screen, a man with black hair was typing away, surrounded by cardboard boxes that occasionally shake; yet he paid no mind to this, continuing on as if it was normal for inanimate objects to move by themselves.

A loud beeping sound suddenly cut through the relative silence in the room. The man paused, taking his phone from his shirt pocket, and answered it.

"Hello," he greeted.

A sharp voice answered through the line, "Have you get rid of them?"

The man set the phone on speaker, putting it down beside the computer. "Ah, not all. Just the few that stood out the most."

"Hurry up, then. I don't care if you have to give them to the Devil himself, just get rid of them."

"Do not worry, if my assumption is right, then our Estonian costumer will buy them all."

"How long until then?"

"I can't say."

"..Fine. Contact me when that happens."

"Of course." He nodded as he clicked away on his computer.

"And Kiku?"

"Hai?"

"Don't let anyone know."

He smiled, "I could say the same to you, Asa-san."

Arthur barked a laugh, and the connection was then promptly cut off.

The man sat in silence once more. Dull brown eyes stared at the screen before him, where an online shop page detailing a product called 'Mochi' was shown. The boxes around him began to rattle frantically. As if the objects inside them could understand the conversation that just took place.

In the darkness, Kiku whispered, "No one can know."


What did I just write

Oh well, whatever it is, thank you guys for reading!

And I might or might not gonna write Arthur and Kiku's little.. accident with the mochi. If my brain and motivation cooperate, then maybe I will. Do send me reviews or dms if you want to :) supports are always appreciated.

Note: this is another re-upload from the Hetalia Amino under the same title