Tredje februar:
Japan:
In the morning Kiku Honda woke up, stretched his old and tired muscles and got dressed. After eating a very light breakfast, he searched his cupboards to find the bag of soybeans he couldn't remember where he'd put. He was after a very old man.
After having roasted it for an appropriate time, he then proceeded to throw some of it out the door, crying,
-Demons out! Luck in! Then he slammed the door and reminded himself that he'd to send a thank you-note to the company making and installing his door; as always, they'd made an excellent job.
Now to the hard part, the eating of soybeans.
When the tradition had first started, Kiku had been old enough that eating the number of roasted soybeans for each year he had lived (he had chosen and would choose to count from the customary birthday; that is, when he declared himself as a nation) plus one more for good luck next year, caused him slight stomach pain. A problem that had only increased the older he got.
But as a Japanese man, he would persevere, and he would eat them all!
To help him remember how many he must eat, he had written it down on a "Hello Kitty"-sticker he had hung on the fridge.
Author's notes:
I don't own Hetalia