A/N: Here's the other part of the fic. To those who have reviewed, thank you.
It's strange to think that the first story I have completed is a Japan x UK one.
Warnings: Language, potential OOCness, Canadian spelling, fluff, etc...
Characters: Japan and UK.
Pairings: Japan x UK
Word count: 1714
Disclaimers: I don't own Hetalia. The world should rejoice.
The Heavenly Virtues
Because just being beside you is enough.
Charity
When the earthquake and tsunami hit Japan, it inflicted great damage. At that moment, Kiku was overwhelmed. Water was quickly flooding cities and towns sweeping anything within its destructive path. Nuclear reactors had a meltdown. His back began to bruise. A dam overflowed and proved useless with the excess water. His chest felt as heavy as lead. Roads and railways destroyed. His legs buckled as if he was under immense pressure.
What should have been a simple diplomatic conversation ended up taking a turn for the worse with the once quiet nation gasping and flailing at the pain. All the damage was tearing him apart from the inside. The pained nation clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth in any hopes of suppressing the sharp aches all over his body. However that only made it worse as blood curdling screams, crying and vivid scenes moved across the back of his eyelids showing what his people were experiencing. While he was safe in the foreign embassy located in the United Kingdom, his people were not. He could only force himself to silently suffer, quivering at the pain, while a distinct yet distant voice was trying to pass through the Asian's hearing. Sadly, the voice would not pass through.
While England saw Japan fall to the ground in pain, all what he could do was to get help. He knew the assistance he would get for the man would not help. He knew that his suffering was due to the connection of the land. He knew. He knew. Oh, he knew, but that did not stop him from trying to get superficial help. Trying, but never succeeding, in quenching the pain.
As surrounding people frantically rushed by, all what Arthur could do was hold the now weak but dreadfully shaking hand firm and bring it to his chest. Worried verdant eyes were now caught with the unfamiliar emotion-filled auburn eyes.
Arthur's lips began to tremble as he tried to speak to the man as reassuring as he could.
"Help will be on the way. I promise."
A shaky voice agonizingly tried to reply but the voice came out unclear and the Briton could not understand what words the Japanese was saying. As the man on the ground began to black out, Arthur could catch one thing.
"Thank you."
Patience
It was sunny in Tokyo. The weather forecast for that week had even predicted it would be the same gorgeous weather for the next three weeks. This splendid weather elevated Arthur's (usually grumpy) mood greatly. This prompted the man to want to go out and enjoy his time in the city so he dragged Kiku out of the Diet Building once their Prime ministers put a halt to their discussions for the day.
Briefcases in hand, the two had walked from the district they were in and settled for having dinner in one of the restaurants they saw in Ikebukuro. They chose a place that was called Daidaiya, which was apparently well known in the area for its food, mainly sushi and tempura, although Italian influences were present.
Dinner was enjoyable and the atmosphere during dinner was pleasant. Both men were lightly chatting about current affairs and work while slowly eating. Neither of them truly wanted this brief moment of comfort to end. The bill had arrived and both island nations quickly argued about who was to pay as they both could not allow one another to pay for the entire meal. This fight ended quickly and they split the bill. Satisfied with themselves, the two men slowly returned to the entrance of the restaurant but soon found themselves stopping there.
There was a heavy downpour that replaced the clear skies from earlier that day. Grey engulfed blue and the bright sun showed no signs of returning any time soon.
Both men understood that the rain would let up eventually and together they silently waited for the downpour to cease.
Temperance
It was that time of the year when the chaotic mess the nations called a world conference was occurring. This particular one was hosted by Feliciano. Expectations were low and the worst had been assumed for some nations. The place was expected to be in utter ruins (the destruction would be far worse than ten nuclear bombs) by the time the thing was over. When it came down to it, the Northern Italian brother wasn't cut out from leadership material. The chaos would have to be settled by Germany or, if the situation got desperate, Switzerland.
Sadly, the worst had happened and madness ensued in the conference room.
Francis was attempting to grope a displeased Vietnam, who was stroking her paddle menacingly.
Roderich was furious over the lack of respect Australia had given him and abhorred the Aussie's failed apology which included lending his koala to the musician.
Alfred was causing some issues and had severely offended many of the Middle Eastern countries to garner attention from Kiku and Arthur. That had ultimately failed.
Both island nations found themselves in control within the conference were in perfect control of their emotions.
Arthur remained seated and calm while nonchalantly drinking his cup of earl grey. This time, the tea had tasted heavenly causing him to shift as he relaxed. He wouldn't allow trivialities to disturb him today.
Kiku was similar and contently sipped his sakura tea. The heat in which the mug had absorbed simply spread through his steady hands. This caused the Asian to contently sigh.
Now was simply not the time to intervene and give some attention-seeking nations what they desired.
Diligence
New years had come and gone and the stoic Japanese man was now intent on finishing the work that had piled up over the long vacation. Stacks of paper littered his office and the man knew that a flippant job would only create stress in the long term. It was better to be serious about his work than shirk his duties and pay for it in the long run.
Kiku had refused to take any breaks so that his concentration would not shatter but eventually that failed as he nearly fainted. The Asian man had opted out on eating breakfast so that he could arrive at the office and start his work early. This did not help him as he usually gets anemic when he skips meals.
He had decided that maybe, just maybe, skipping meals was doing more harm than good and went out to eat. It still bothered him that he was not caught up on all his work so he took the time to reply to any New Years letters he received from fellow nations. While eating and writing at the same time, the Japanese was articulating responses that were neither decisive nor indecisive, neither giving too much or too little detail in some means of trying to obtain sweet perfection.
The last letter in the stack was from Arthur. It was formal, as always, and the penmanship was superb, which made the stoic man a tad envious. When he was replying to this letter, it felt strange. The reply was far more detailed and quite decisive on how he felt.
It was strange to think how one letter broke down his character and gave him something he lacked.
Humility
Arthur had been running down the halls of the building where the G8 conference was held. The bloody frog had stolen the kerchief that the Queen had given him when she finally mastered how to sew. It held a great deal of meaning to the old nation as it was something he received from his beloved royalty. He knew it took the Queen, when she was younger, a great deal of time to make it, so he couldn't help but always want to carry it with him.
The Frenchman was only a few meters in front of him and as each second passed, the distance between the two became shorter and shorter. Following his movements was easy. Swerving here. Turning into that corner there. Dodging an unsuspecting nation… Wait, what?
The result was instantaneous as Arthur slammed into Kiku causing whatever the man was holding to fly with him. Both nations were winded as they were not suspecting the force of their collision to create a mess.
The Asian nation was the first to snap out of his daze and quickly apologized to the Briton. Arthur, once he was shook out his shock, could only sputter that it was his entire fault and that he would not have any apologies from the island nation. He quickly gathered the papers surrounding them and returned it back to its rightful owner.
Francis was nowhere in sight at this time.
And so the great chase restarted leaving behind a bemused Japan behind.
Kindness
Arthur had isolated himself from the world for a long time. It became a great deal of shock when the other island nation, Kiku, had accepted his proposition that they become friends.
The two were similar in that they had isolated themselves from the world. It only made sense that they could become the greatest of friends as they both understood the pain of loneliness.
Chastity
It was a tale of courtly love between the English and Japanese man.
Arthur was very still much the embodiment of Victorian culture even though it had been more than a century since her era had ended. Romantic pursuits were taken with caution and could not be rushed. Even though he wished he could quicken the pace and do more than the snippets of moments where they would touch, it would have to do.
Kiku would not have this any other way as they both cuddled up under the kotatsu in Japan's home. He was rather fond of taking things slowly and would be easily flustered if the pace were to have quickened, even by a smidgen.
Both nations would admit that it was comfortable to be with each other while they relaxed under the kotatsu. Snow was gently falling and painting the Asian's garden white. Hours only felt like minutes and the two fell asleep under the warmth. Kiku's head snuggled into Arthur's chest while his hand, which one of the fingers was adorned with a ring, clenched the Briton's sweater.
A/N: Thank you for reading my story (though I can't really call it that. Bunch of drabbles maybe?). Sorry if it wasn't as good as the drabbles prior to this one. I'm going to hide in the corner somewhere and cry.
Comments, criticisms and questions are still welcome. I prefer what to know what my readers think instead of being in the dark, you know.
