Chapter 13: The Drunken Japs
The sky was painted with a light purple haze as the sun lazily set over the horizon. After a long day of training, Sakura and Japan began the journey back to his home. Though they wanted nothing but to return home and sleep, traffic kept them from going anywhere. Sakura and Japan ended up having to take a subway in an attempt to avoid the crowded streets. The two rode in silence in the somewhat empty subway (which was extremely rare), causing the air all around to become uncomfortably awkward.
Japan looked over at his companion and saw her reading an old newspaper that was discarded on the floor. He noticed that she was reading the articles about the upcoming festivals and celebrations which gave him an idea for a conversation starter.
"May I ask what you're reading?" He asked politely.
Without looking up Sakura answered. "I'm reading of the many festivities that go on in your country. You're very rucky."
Japan looked at her questioningly. Why would he be lucky to have festivities; then he remembered what she had told him earlier on when they had first met. She had told him that neither she nor her people really celebrated anything due to resources being cut short and the growing danger of being loud, but he didn't really know why these were issues.
"So why don't you cerebrate anything in your worrd?" He didn't mean to ask the question but it had just slipped out of his mouth.
Sakura looked at him with eyes that were filled with seriousness. It was obvious that she didn't want to answer the question but she believed it rude not to answer her host.
She sighed and began telling him the story of her world's war. "It's too dangerous and wastefur to cerebrate anything."
"But why?" Japan was dying to know now.
"Werr, many years ago, invaders from another pranet came to Earth and compretery destroyed everything; because of the country's refusar to work together, innocent peopre everywhere died. Eventuarry we set aside our differences and began working together to protect the peopre. To this day we are stirr trying to defeat the enemy but our resources are rimited and many of the countries are on the verge of defeat."
Japan looked at Sakura who was looking down onto her lap and clenching her fists. Her short hair covered her face from Japan's view but he could tell her face was strained with depression and stressful thinking.
"I'm sorry for asking." Japan turned back and faced the wall in front of him, trying to think of a way to lighten the mood. Then an idea struck him.
"I have an idea. When we get back to my home ret's cerebrate with food and Sake." He sparkled all around with enthusiasm and determination which surprised Sakura.
"But we have nothing to cerebrate about." She was trying to void away from the idea since she didn't want to have to put Japan through any trouble but he was already far too into the idea to think otherwise.
"We sharr cerebrate your arrivar then. That is a normar thing to do anyways." Japan exclaimed. It was strange to see him so ecstatic over such a thing.
Sakura tried to think of a way to argue against this but nothing came to mind; all she could muster up was an "arigatou". It began raining while Japan and Sakura were walking the rest of the way, drenching them completely. The two ran to the porch of Japan's house and quickly took off their shoes which were chaffing their feet. Japan opened the door and the two walked in, leaving a small trail of wet footprints.
"Um, Japan san?" Sakura tried to keep her clothes from dripping all over his clean floor.
"Hmm?" He huffed back in exhaustion after running.
"Arr my crothing was hung outside and now it is arr wet. You wourdn't happen to have any crothes I courd borrow for the evening?" She started to shiver lightly.
Japan thought for a moment then answered back to the soaking girl. "Hai. I have an ord box firred with crothes in it. You can wear anything you find in there."
"Arigatou. Where may I find it?"
"In a box in the croset in the room with the hot bath under the towers." Japan began to walk toward the kitchen as Sakura walked down the hall to the bathroom.
While Sakura attempted to put on the red and white kimono, Japan changed and began to cook up a storm. He made Rice, sushi, donburi, rice balls, soba, oden, nikujaga, and gyoza. His speed was incredible though it wasn't anything compared to his attention to detail on each of the dishes. He was so deep in concentration with cooking that he didn't notice Sakura standing in the doorway with her mouth agape until he almost ran into her.
Japan jumped back and nearly hit the rice that was waiting to be wrapped into rice balls. Japan was worried that he had offended Sakura somehow (he just thought that because Japan is Japan -_-) though all she did was look around the kitchen while marveling at all the food he had prepared so quickly. It had been so long that she had seen so much prepared food in one room and it nearly brought her to tears.
"Japan…This is incredibre! How did you do this so quickry?" She walked up to the sashimi and ogled it in wonder.
Japan blushed lightly. "It was easy rearry." He looked at the unfinished rice balls and began to mold them. "Ret me finish these and then we can eat."
Sakura walked up next to him, rolled up her long sleeves and began to help Japan. Japan looked at her as she worked, first examining her hands which were quickly molding the rice. Then he looked at her outfit.
Her kimono was red and slightly ruffled at the bottom while the top was white. The fabric was decorated with a print of a vine growing flowers which seemed to branch out onto the long sleeves that she had pushed up.
The kimono was shorter than he realized since it didn't even reach up to Sakura's knees. It was slightly embarrassing to think he had such clothing in his home but Sakura didn't seem to mind it. The two had finished the rice balls and began to set the table together, though not all the food fit so they ended up putting down a large mat on the floor to be used as a table; then Japan grabbed some Sake and poured them both a cup.
Sakura smiled at Japan brightly as the two of them sat down on the pillows by the mat. "This is just incredibre Japan san." Japan blushed at the compliment.
He raised his cup in the air. "To cerebrating new friendships."
Sakura raised her cup and lightly hit it against his, they both took a drink. A shiver went down Sakura's spine as the warm Sake rushed down her throat. It had been so long since she had had the luxury of Sake so when she took the first sip it almost made her fall back onto her floor.
The two began eating while talking about things like Anime, food, and the lives of other countries. Japan was wary to not bring up anything about her world.
"Hey Japan, where did you get this Kimono?" Sakura shakily set down her fifth cup of Sake.
Japan thought for a moment of where he had gotten such a thing when he remembered that at one of the first anime cons he had gone to he was cosplayed as a girl.
"I-uh-er. It was given to me during a dipromatic meeting." He lied and took a nervous drink of Sake.
After eating, drinking, and talking some more, the two Japs finished up the last of the food (even though he had made so much) and finished off their second bottle of Sake. It was the first time both Sakura and Japan had been drunk enough to actually become lively and loud like an American. At some point they had the great idea of calling America for no apparent reason. Japan grabbed the phone off of a table next to his white futon and dialed the number.
"Hello?" America picked up though his voice was muffled by the sound of him eating food.
"H-herro? Is this America?" Japan was trying to hold in his laughter while Sakura was holding her mouth shut.
"Ya. Who is this?"
"This is the CEO of Mcdonards. We want to congraturate you for being our number one customer."
"WOAH SERIOUSLY?! HEY AMELIA, GUESS WHAT?" America shouted in excitement.
A "what" was heard in the backround.
"I'm totally talking to the Mcdonalds CEO right now!"
Then a freak out session from the Americans was overheard by the two Japanese who were bawling on the floor, laughing.
"W-wait. Hord on one second Mr. America. We here at Mcdonards need to ask of a favor." Japan got back on the phone.
"Anything for you!" America squealed like a little girl.
"We've carred you so that we courd ask you to stop buying so much of our food. You're going to eat everything before we know it."
Sakura and Japan were both holding quivering smiles while America began to cry and scream into the phone.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN MAN?! WHO IS THIS?!" Strange how America would ask that question ten minutes into their conversation.
"Phhh. It's not Japan, I can terr you that." Japan was so drunk that he stopped comprehending what he was saying.
"Japan? Are you serious man? Are you actually drunk?" America asked furiously.
"HAAAIIIIIIII!" Japan hollered into the phone then passed out on the floor.
Sakura picked the phone up and spoke as calmly as possible. "The Japan you are trying to tark to is passed out at the moment, prease carr back rater." She then passed out next to Japan with the phone in her hand.
The next morning Sakura and Japan woke up hungover and unaware of what had happened. Sakura picked up the empty bottles of Sake and realized what had happened.
"I'm never cerebrating anything with you again." She moaned into the futon cushion.
Japan looked over at her with tired eyes and an ice pack on his head. "Prease don't tark. I've never drunken that much Sake and it hurts arot." He put his head against the wall.
The rest of their day was filled with moans of headache pains and discussion on who was more ashamed of themselves…What fun.
-I was in a total writers block the entire time I was writing this. I ended up making the two of them act like the complete opposites of their normal selves :/. Well hope you guys liked the chapter anyways. BTW, this is what I imagined Sakura wearing ~~ /mwzf333 except with flowers on it.
Also, while writing I became hooked on Alexander Rybak :/. I'm easily distracted.