AN: What's a Plot Bunny Bounce?
Ok, I don't really write stories but this is a thing I've decided to try. It's called a plot bunny bounce. Basically I will start it with a both a prompt which lays out the out the rough out line of the plot bounce, (though if you have a really good idea that deviates from the out line, as long as it is consistent with the pairing/etc. and doesn't drastically change the setting or even better can work back into being in line with the out line eventually then that is alright too.) I will also add a few lines or paragraph or so. Next then it's up to others to contribute to the story if they would like it to continue. You can either pm the next part to me or send in by way of fan mail to my tumblr. Link Here. If wish I can give you credit when I post the next part by way of saying who wrote it and a link to your page. This is kind of like an fic version of an AMV MEP. It can be short or long. It can also be whatever style you wish. For now, I will post the contribution I receive first.
STARTING PROMPT: Spirited Away - Alfred gets tricked by a witch into giving away his name and due to this forgets his name, his past and his identity. Then Alfred is spirited away with her to the spirit world and is forced to work for her as a her servant. The witch teaches Alfred how to transform into a dragon and other kinds of magic. Alfred and Kiku are still Countries like in canon. Kiku discovers that his own spirits have taken Alfred to there world and are holding him captive. The spirits have taken Alfred in both revenge due to the fact that they blame Alfred for Kiku forgetting them and to entice Kiku to return to their world. Will Kiku be able to reconnect with his spiritual side and rescue Alfred? Will he end up loosing his memories as well? And if he does will he be able to remember Alfred?
Bonus Headcanon: AmeriPan - TV Series and Love Notes - Cowboy Bebop is a love note from Kiku to Alfred. Avatar the Last Airbender is a love note from Alfred to Kiku.
Start Alternate Chapter: Written by me which is an alternate version of chapter 1 and over laps with chapter 1 Link HERE
Starting Chapter: Written By Daughter of the Revolution Link to her page HERE.
It was freaking FREEZING at Japan's place. America was literally in the first stage of hypothermia. Sitting there waiting for that nation in the park was killing him, he swore his nose and ears were getting ready to fall off.
America had wanted to spend New Years Eve at his place because he knew how to ring in the New Year, but after finding out Japan's latest announcement on his upcoming Studio Ghibli film America was on a plane within the end of a day and at Japan's home the next. He freakin' loved that studio and anything they dished out was pure gold, pure gold.
America chuckled to himself knowing Japan was on his way with said film. France was going to be so jealous that he got to view it first, but that's what the Frenchie got for always getting so drunk and disoriented every New Years.
With a sigh, America entertained himself in watching the forms his visible breath created, that is, until a cold wind kicked up some light ice and blew it across America's reddening skin. He gasped and closed his eyes at the cold sting. Shooting up he decided then and there he needed to get his warm blood pumping, flowing through his numbing limbs.
With a shiver America paced the bench until slowly he began widening the length of his paces and soon he was further away from the bench Japan had told him to wait near. It was fine. He could still see the rendezvous spot.
Walking around a little did help warm him to a point. Looking around at the frozen wasteland around him America took in the trees. Their trunks were an icy blue, all slumbering, waiting for spring when they would gather spectators to behold their birthing beauty. Cherry blossom trees, so very pretty. Japan had given him a couple for his own home in honor of their long friendship. America had appreciated it so much he placed them in his capital where many more people around the world could see them and know of his connection with the Asian nation.
Yeah, the two of them had been through hell and back in their relationship, but in the end it's all worked out. They were as close of friends as any nation could get. They shared food (to a certain extent of course), they watched movies together, listened to the same music, enjoyed the same fashion, etc. America couldn't ask for a better bud, but even still he couldn't help but feel there was something more he needed to do to prove how much his friendship meant to him.
Well, perhaps friendship was the wrong term.
The two were so close that they could put identical twins to shame. Political, militarily, trade-wise, hell yeah they were closest as could be. So maybe the word America was looking for was—oh, hey, flowers!
Right before America he caught sight of an elderly woman selling flowers out of a basket. Odd. How on earth did she grow them in weather like this? Perhaps she grew them inside.
Jogging up to her America smiled at the beautiful buds. They certainly looked prettier than normal home-grown plants. Their petals almost sparkled with sunlight radiance, but that was impossible because of the Winter season, so just what was her secret?
The mystery of growing beautiful blossoms in the Winter set aside America noticed the flowers to be roses; his favorite.
"Can I buy some, ma'am?" America asked, tapping her shoulder politely to gain her attention.
The smaller woman turned and looked at him. Immediately she began speaking, and of course America not knowing as much Japanese as she should just gawked at her.
"Flo-wers," America mouthed out, pointing to the roses. "Money?" He then held up some cash. "Buy. You give me, I buy." America motioned. After all it was a nice thought to give Japan some flowers. He'd like that, right? Friends got other friends flowers, right?
Even if Japan didn't want them, America did. He liked roses anyhow.
But still, the little old lady continued speaking. Was she not going to take his money? Out of the confusion she pulled out a slip of paper and pointed to it, continually speaking gibberish to a confused and frustrated American nation.
"No, I don't want paper. I want flower," America persisted, but the old lady just didn't seem to get it. Finally, after having it up to hear with translation issues America shoved his wallet back into his pocket and snatched up the paper. "Fine, fine. What does a guy have to do to buy flowers around here? Sheesh."
America assumed it to be some form of terms and condition paper. Odd for a little thing like purchasing roses, but then again Japan's ways were still a little confusing to America even with their close ties.
He signed it, handed it back to the woman and then pulled out his wallet again. "There, now can I buy some flowers now?"
Right after the paper had been handed back to her the woman silenced. It was strange being how noisy and pushy she was before and now her large brown eyes were glued to the form and the signature given thereon.
"Lady, flo-wers," America pressed, waving his money at her. But the woman thoroughly ignored him and instead he watched her frowning lips pull up into a grin like that of a Cheshire cat. When she finally looked at him America noticed the intelligence in her gaze and immediately he retreated back into his defenses.
She wasn't a human.
She wasn't a nation either.
America was concerned but it was too late for that as she chuckled and said in perfect English (or perhaps he just understood perfect Japanese), "I don't want your money, Dorobō."
"I am sorry I am late, America-san," came Japan's excuse as he made his way over toward the park and the bench he had asked America to wait for him by. "But it wasn't easy wrangling the manager to give me an early edition copy. But I did and now we can watch it." Japan held up the film in his hand in triumph but frowned seeing the park bench empty, the ice collecting on the metal frame only proved the American hadn't been present for some time.
Looking around, Japan noticed some tracks in the snow leading away. He felt it wasn't from the humans because it was late and many of them had already retired to their homes for the evening. He sighed and followed the tracks. He should have known America could not keep still for an hour or so. He was a young country and young countries were always so curious and full of energy so it was only natural for them to constantly be on the move.
Japan hadn't gone far before he stopped and gasped. His eyes widened and he quickly let the film drop from his grasp as he took off into a run. Next to the lamps lining the frozen sakura trees stood an old figure he hadn't seen in ages. He usually didn't concern himself with beings from his past any more, but what did in that moment was that America was with her, laying at her feet as she picked the petals off of roses and tossed them upon his still form.
"America-san!" Japan cried out, his eyes gazed over him in concern before he ran closer.
He fell to his knees and reached out to touch him, but in an instant the blue-eyed-blond vanished in a whirl of red rose petals. Japan gasped, his eyes wide in horror. He turned toward the old spirit who was chuckling at him, shaking her finger at him.
"You would so eagerly come to his aide yet when the spirits are begging for their land's eyes to see and heart to feel them you forget. What a shameful country you are, Kiku. You need to be punished," the old woman scolded.
"What did you do with him?" Japan asked, standing back up before her. "Answer me now, Yubaba!"
"So commanding, you've changed, Kiku," Yubaba said with a chuckle as she tapped her red nails against her chin. "You should know he is safe, well, for now."
"He is not a part of this land and culture, Yubaba, you cannot harm him," Japan demanded.
"I have waited for a perfect moment to take him," she informed with a frown, crossing her arms and turning from the Japanese nation. "He hasn't visited in a while and when he does he is usually with an entourage, but not this time. This time you left him alone, alone to be spirited away."
"I ask you again, where have you taken him?" Japan pressed. He was not in the mood to play games with the spirits, hadn't been for centuries.
She turned back to him and smiled. "In the spirit world, where else? Do you remember the way back, hm? Can you still connect? If not, then he may just have to sleep there for a long time."
"You cannot do this, Yubaba," Japan was now finding himself pleading more so than demanding. He knew of the spirit realm. It had been ages since he had last been there, but he remembered it. It was not a place for Westerners. "America has not harmed you or any other. Bring him back. He has caused no offense."
"No offense?" The old woman now looked bigger than before. She rose her brow and straightened her back, looking more and more regal. "It is that nation who had swayed you from us. He has bewitched you and like a hungry fish you've taken his bait and forgotten us, forgotten your heritage. But we do not forget so easily, Kiku. I am offering you a chance to get back in touch with your spirituality."
"You are not offering, you are forcing," Japan said, his frown deepening.
"Hai, I am," she said with a grin. "But it will be good, for the both of us. We miss you, Kiku. Not even a monthly visit. Tsk, tsk. I had a feeling you would not return unless absolutely necessary and so I've taken what's most precious to you in these modern times, as you call them. You can get him back, all you have to do is find your way back to the spiritual realm, he shouldn't be hard to find after you reach it. But this is a test, Kiku, a test for you to discover which truly you care for the most. Now let's hope you make the right decision this time around."
Before Japan could say anything the old spirit snapped her fingers and vanished into a vapor, off back into the spiritual realm.
Japan's fists shook against his side. He looked down. The snow where America had been laying was still indented with his form, numerous rose petals lay askew everywhere as well as stripped flower stems.
He had not expected the spirits to take him. He knew of their dislike for him. They had been whispering things in his ears for years when America had first shown himself on Japan's front doorstep.
Yes, perhaps Japan had chosen America over the spirits, but he had reasoned with them that it was for his own safety after seeing the might and power of the Western nations. Later, the reasoning slipped him and he wondered why he really changed, why he left his past self behind and embraced the new age … embraced America. Yes, America was a beautiful country, capable of enticing anyone … anyone.
Japan bit the inside of his cheek and straightened his form. He really was left with no other option was he? He just prayed America fair safely on his own until he got there. Eastern spirits particularly disliked Western anomalies.