Alright, here's chapter 11. :)
Japan sat in front of the now awakened girl and watched her as she slowly slurped down her bowl of ramen. Her eyes stayed glued to the bowl in thought.
"Um … What is your name?" Japan asked, trying to start up a conversation.
"Bianca."
"Rast name?"
The girl looked up at Japan with a sort of glare. "I don't give my last name to strangers."
The look made Japan shudder and glance away. "That seems appropriate. I am Honda Kiku. Or to you Americans it wourd be Kiku Honda."
"The ramen is good."
Japan cocked a nervous eyebrow at her. "… Thank you. My I ask why you were in the rain. You courd've caught a cord."
"No offense but I don't trust you enough to tell you my reason."
"I-I see …" Japan stuttered. "Y-You're American, so I'm assuming you are on vacation …? Did you need a prace to stay?"
Bianca sat there quietly as Japan nervously waited for an answer that never came. The room was dead silent until Japan let out a little sigh.
"… I-I see …"
Japan turned away from the girl and stared at the table. This is not going well at all. I thought westerners were easy but … Glancing back at her he noticed she was now giving him a cold look … this American girl is another story.
"I'rr just take that," said Japan as he reached over and grabbed a hold of her now empty bowl. Very cautiously he made his way over to the kitchen sink and set the bowl down. As he sauntered back into the room where the girl still resided he found himself sweating ever so slightly. Japan didn't know what to do since she wasn't talkative at all.
He sat back down.
Bianca stared at Japan and Japan stared back. This caused the room to be silent once again. The girl refused to speak. He had to get her to talk somehow but … he didn't know how. Hmm … thought Japan. The tension in this room has gotten me in the mood for anime. I will deal with her later … yes, that seems appropriate.
"Uh …" began the Japanese man once Bianca huffed and turned away from his gaze. "Have you ever seen Sailor Moon?" As he asked the question, Japan thought he saw her eyes glance back at him for what seemed like only a millisecond.
" … Have you seen Katekyo Hitman Reborn?"
She gave no response.
"… What about Naruto?"
" …"
"Fruits Basket?"
" …"
"Clannad?"
"…"
"Do you know what Anime is?" he asked her nervously. The question made Bianca finally turn to face him. Her mouth opened slightly … Then she immediately closed it right when Kiku thought he was getting somewhere. However, he did get a lead.
"You seem to know what Anime is … I have a collection of different shows … We could watch them together, if you'd like," suggested Japan calmly. "It's no trouble. Here, I'll go get a classic."
With that said, Japan sauntered off, not even waiting for a response. Unknown to Japan, the American girl hid an excited grin and sputtered in fluent Italian, "Si! Mi capita di guardare Anime~! Sono cosi felice~! (Yes! I get to watch anime! I'm so happy!)"
However, that happy smile quickly vanished as Japan came walking back into the room.
Yeah, this chapter was hard to actually write so I'm sorry if it wasn't enjoyable. On a other note, HAPPY 4th OF JULY!
