I'm back with the third season, Fall/Autumn. I prefer to call it 'Fall' ^^; But anyway, I don't own Hetalia nor the pic in which this fic was based on.
Enjoy!
Edit, 05-01-11.
Thank you all for correcting me! I completely forgot to edit this before I posted it. So sorry.
Fall
Fall is the season for change. Though everything constantly changes throughout the year, this season is where change takes center stage. Perhaps moving up a level in school, or going miles away to a new college, or leaving the country for a different opportunity—Fall, or Autumn, is where change is the lead role.
Japan and China sat by their porch, watching the brown leaves fall slowly from the branches, contemplating on why the leaves turn brown and fall every year.
"Why do you think it happens, Yao-san?" Japan asked, eyeing one particularly lifeless leaf by his foot.
"Hm…" China said, in deep thought. "Maybe it is because the old leaves have served their purpose, and that it is time for the young ones to take their place…" he said, wondering if what he just did made any sense.
"Is it not always like that, Yao-san? Even with the birds, the butterflies…and humans too?" Japan questioned the older, wiser man.
"You are right, Japan…." China said, trailing off.
"Speaking of serving their purpose…what do you plan to do next, Japan?" China asked his younger brother.
"The Westerners are beginning to take over our Asian brothers and sisters, and I do not like the way it is turning out to be."
China could sense the seriousness in Japan's voice. "So what do you plan to do about it?"
"I must become stronger, Yao-san," Japan said, determination in his tone. "I must have enough strength to resist the Westerners' influence."
China sighed and thought, He is slowly changing, aru…He was so quiet and gentle when I first met him, and now, he wants to become stronger to fight…
He looked at the leaves again, contemplating on the reason for their changing. Maybe this is the way it is supposed to be, aru…as the leaves change color, so do the children….they prepare themselves to take over the duties of their elders.
Japan noticed a particularly interesting leaf, still attached on the twig. "Look, Yao-san," Japan said, pointing at the leaf.
The leaf Japan was pertaining to was indeed brown, but beside it, sat a bright green leaf. They were connected by a single stem. "How odd, Yao-san, that a young leaf should already be here so early," Japan observed.
"I guess it grew up too fast, aru," China said, still in deep contemplation.
Suddenly a strong gust of wind blew, forcing both China and Japan to hold on to their clothing, so the wind won't ruin the newly-made mandarin jacket that China had and the kimono that Japan wore. In their haste to protect their garments, they did not notice the special leaves. The young, bright green one had broken off the common stem and was now flying away with the strong wind, going wherever it may go, while the brown leaf sat, now alone.
"Look, Yao-san, the young leaf had flown away," Japan said when the wind finally died down to a gentle breeze, carrying with it the young leaf."
Looking back at the young leaf's older companion, it now sat desolate, shivering in the slightest breeze. It could not hold on to the branch any longer, and with a final shudder, it broke off, and slowly fell to the ground, as if it had died because of the young leaf's departure.
"It was not ready to die yet, aru," China said, picking up the leaf and taking note of the few remnants of green on it.
"The younger one was too eager to grow up and leave," Japan said.
"Look at the moon, aru," China said, pointing at the heavenly body. "It looks like a rabbit is making medicine on it."
"No, Yao-san…I think they are pounding mochi," Japan said, squinting for a closer observation.
China sighed. He is growing up, aru…He is beginning to think independently now.
With that, China ushered Japan back into the house, as it was already suppertime.
