I'M THE HERO!Chapter One: Super Identity
Japan was furiously working on his computer, his cup of soothing green tea sat forgotten next to his laptop. The bright screen reflected dully in his rich emotionless chocolate eyes. He finally finished his work and lay back against his low western style couch. He shut his laptop with a satisfied sigh and leaned back with his cup of now luke-warm tea to kick back and relax for just a bit-
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEY! JAPAN DUDE! I GOTTA FAVOR TO ASK YA! WHOOPS!"
Japan sighed as his brief moment of peace was cut short by the loud American's entrance and its loud crash. America had managed to crash through his rice paper walls after falling through the roof. Don't ask me how he managed it; America's unintentional destructive force defies physics apparently…
"Herro America, are you arright?"
America stood up from the rubble and dusted himself off with a laugh
"Haha! Dude Japan! I feel better then alright! I feel awesome!"
The Asian country nodded and said in his monotone way "I see that." He shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to be rude, but he felt he had to ask this… "um, Pardon me America, but is there a reason why you are here?"
America laughed "yeah dude! I totally got these epic superpowers now and I need help to come up with a superhero persona!"
Japan tilted his head slightly in a confused matter and asked "Why?"
America was stunned speechless, but since he's America the silence didn't last long…
"Because dude! You can't be a proper superhero without an image and stuff! And since comic books have the best kind of superheroes and you're into manga or whatever which is kind of like comic books so I thought that you would be so totally awesome yo!"
Japan shook his head slightly "I am afraid that I am still confused…"
America dumped a large pile of comic books into Japan's arms and said with a heroic laugh "Not to worry bro! I got ya covered! Just read these! I'll be back tomorrow and I expect a super awesome super hero story then! America out!"
And with that, he shot up through the roof and flew away at lightning speed. Japan stood silently for a full minute before sitting down, sipping his tea, and began looking through the comic books. Bright colors leaped off the covers, dazzling his eyes as he read the titles… costumed men (and a few scantily clad woman too) were shown doing heroic things. Japan looked though these without betraying any emotion besides a slight twinkling in his dulled eyes. He picked up the comic book on top and kicked up his feet on the footrest and read through the whole thing in no time. He could see how something like this would appeal to the childish nation. He picked up the next one and read through it, then set it down, and pick up the next…and the next…and the next… even after the sun set and well into the small hours of the night. When he finished the last one, he walked over to his desk. He had a very tiny smile on as he imagined America after he would be done with him. Japan knew exactly what America's 'Super Identity' would be…
