"This year, the annual New Years eve party was being celebrated at China's house, so with Singapore being his little sister, she had to help him set up. There was always something that was keeping her from her music. Red streamers and yellow lanterns to be hung, tea and snacks to be made, guests to greet...
There was a knock at the door. It was too early to be a guest.
Singapore walked to the door and was greeted with a pleasant surprise.
"Konbanwa Singapore-san. I have heard dat da New Years party is being celebrated here." He said, bowing. "China-san usuarry has beautifur decorations so I thought dat I would come earry and herp you set up, if dat is OK wid you."
"Of course it's OK Japan! We need all of the help we can get!" Singapore step away from the door so that Japan could come inside. She had grown up with Japan and had developed feelings for him, but never brought it up out of fear that he would not return her feelings and she would lose her best friend. "China! Japan is here to help us, could you find something for him to do?"
"Sure!" China hollered from the kitchen from where the aroma of New Year buns drifted. "He can help you hang lanterns outside!" Singapore smiled and walked out to the patio with Japan on her tail.
Oh... She's looks so beautifur as she warks... Japan day dreamed watching the way that her long hair bounced when she took a step and how her see foam green dress swirled around her ankles. Her hair was normally kept in a braid and she used to wear baggy clothes because every other nation had thought she was a guy.
When Singapore first started attending the World Meetings, she had dirtied all of her clothes and was too busy to wash them in time. So, the solution was to wear someone else's clothes and the only set that would fit her was Japan's old outfit. America, so naively pointed out that she looked like a guy and it just stuck.
Da way her hips are swaying... NO! Stop! He stopped his day dream from going any further. It was hard, but he didn't want to fall to the same level as France.
"Here, hang these lanterns over there." Singapore instructed, handing him three lanterns and keeping three for herself. They each turned and began hanging lanterns. More like Japan hanging and Singapore trying, but ending up too short to reach.
Suddenly, an arm reached past her and a hand landed on her shoulder. The other hand took the lantern from her hand and hung it for her. She blushed, darkening the pink that was already on her cheeks and ears from the cold.
"Wourd you rike me to finish hanging up da ranterns for you?" Japan asked after peeling himself away from Singapore, though he didn't really want to. She smiled at him as he placed the other two on their hooks.
The sound of an openning door interrupted them.
"Dude! You totally didn't start the party without me! You're all freaking awesome dudes!" America marched in with all of the allies following him. Each ally had brought either their little sister or their best girl friend.
France had Corsica trailing after him, an attractive sway to her hips.
Russia had Franz Josef Land (Franz) striding next to him with the same sweet smile on her face.
America was dragging Hawaii behind him, but as soon as she saw Singapore, a smile grew on her face.
England was being swung in by the Falkland islands.
Canada drifted in with Victoria island announcing that he was there.
Singapore sighed.
"I guess I have to go host now. I'll see you around the party Japan." She smiled and went off to entertain the new arrivals.
"Thanks dude!" America said as he stole Singapore's wine. She hadn't touched it yet, but she wanted to. She had never really gotten drunk before, but she loved wine. Ok, that's a lie. Once, she took a big swig of Russia's vodka and well... She swore never to drink again. So much for that.
She sighed, noticing that most of the party was now drunk. As smile reached her lips.
"My turn!" She said to herself as she walk over to the sterio that she had brought with her. She pressed a few buttons, turned a few knobs and Jay Chou began rapping "Ben Cao Gang Mu" or "An Herbalist's Manual".
This song made her want to dance, but she didn't want to dance alone. She strode up to the black haired tea sipping man hiding in the corner. She extended her hand for him to take.
"Come dance with me Japan!" Singapore called over the music and the laughing. America and India were already on the dance floor; America popping to the beat and India trying to keep up to the fast pace of the song.
"No sank you, Singapore-san. I'd rader not." He said blushing, watching how close China and Kirin were dancing. I wourd rike to get dat crose to Singapore... He thought while he slipped his hand into her's.
Her smile grew bigger as she pulled him to the floor. She lead Japan in front of her and started popping and swaying her hips to the beat, staying very close to him.
wǒ biǎo qíng yōu zāi tiào gè dà gài
dòng zuò qīng sōng zì zài nǐ xué bu lái
ní hóng de zhāo pai tiáo zhěng hǎo zhuàng tài
zài huá lì de chéng shì děng dài xǐng lái
wǒ biǎo qíng yōu zāi tiào gè dà gài
yòng shū fǎ shū cháo dài nèi lì chuán kāi
háo qì huī zhèng kǎi gěi yī quán duì bái
jié jú píng tǎng xià lai kàn shéi lì hai
Japan had no idea of what to do. He glanced around nervously at what the others were doing. What he saw, he ruled out as innapropriate or that he couldn't do.
"Japan! Just put your hands on my hips and sway along with me!" She instructed, waiting for him to follow.
"What?" He exclaimed blushing. "I courdn't touch you rike dat!" She simply grabbed his hands and put them there herself.
"It's OK, I want you to touch me." She blushed at how wrong that sounded. Reluctantly, Japan tried swaying along with her and he soon got really into it. Singapore hoped that he was forgetting about being proper. It formality didn't matter now.
Japan was blushing like a cherry, trying to immitate America's movements as best as he could remember. He kept smiling and glancing at Singapore, though whenever he did he would look away quickly.
Singapore was really getting into the dance now. She wasn't just swaying her hips anymore, she was actually dancing the routine from the music video. China had left Kirin to join her as he knew it too. Japan simply moved to the sidelines as everyone else joined into her dance.
Japan put his formal air back on when the song ended.
"Dude! The dance was totally friggin awesome!" America said, grabbing India's hands for another dance.
Singapore didn't like the New Years parties (accept the ones she and China hosted). There was always lots of alcohol and lots of dumb games. She was currently drowning out the party with the music playing through her ear buds.
China, her cousin whom she looked up to like a big brother, was always fussing about how loud her music was. She would play it so loud that everyone in the room could hear it through her ear buds.
Every pair she had own had blown out within a week of owning them.
She closed her eyes as she listened to her heavy metal. Since her music was so loud, she couldn't hear her name being called.
"SINGAPORE!" America screamed, pouncing on her and yanking her head phones away.
"What the Hell?" She hollered, scrambling for her mp3 player. "Give it back!"
"No way, dude," He pressed her away from him, his hand on her semi flat chest. She didn't notice. She just wanted her music. "You got called."
"By who?" She asked, losing all interest in her mp3 player and sitting back on the couch. She prayed for her crush.
"Japan!" America announced loudly.
"Hai!" Japan stood up super fast, his arm raised. He face their direction and his cheeks went red. He moved over to where she stood, then offered her his hand. "Prease come Singapore-san."
Her cheeks dusted pink as she took his hand. He gently led her to the closet.
"Ve~ Have-a fun you two!" Italy cheered, closing and locking the closet door. Japan still hadn't let go of her hand.
"Japan!" Singapore hollered, blushing. In reaction, Japan dropped her hand and scooted away from her. When she was nervous, she tended to be loud and speak fast.
"!" Japan cowered against the back wall, not understanding a word she said but assuming that she was very angry with him.
"Gomenasai! What eber I did to make you angry wis me, I'm sorry!" He whispered in fear.
"IloveyouJapan!" She blasted at him. Her face so red that he could feel the heat from where he was standing.
"Shitsurei shimasu?" ((Pardon me?)) He asked, pink covering his cheeks. Had he heard her right?
"I-I love y-you Jap-pan." She sputtered, trying to slow down and quiet down. Japan froze, his face turning the same shade as her's. She just confessed! In a dark closet with her crush, the man that she had grown up with and loved for so long.
He peeled himself off of the wall and shuffled over in her direction slowly. She didn't hear him moving and took his silence as a rejection. Tears bubbled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Japan found her and gripped her hands. Her tears splashed down onto her hands.
"S-Singapore-san! Are you crying?" He said alarmed, staring at where their hands were.
"Yeah..." She sniffed.
"Prease stop crying, Singapore-san." He cooed, drawing shapes on the back of her hands. He loved her too and it hurt him to watch her cry, but he didn't know how to stop her. "S-Singapore-san... I f-feer da same."
He blushed harder and tried pressing his lips to her's. She stopped crying and kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck. She wanted to make herself believe that he wasn't just comforting her. She started moving her mouth. Japan got the hint and did the same, but was terribly out of sync. This was his first kiss after all.
He didn't quite know what to do since this was his first, but his instincts lead his hands to her waist. She did have curves, though she had been mistaken for a boy.
Singapore's heart was racing as Japan got the hang of it. His started moving the tips of his fingers along her sides sending tingles through her body and a deeper blush to her cheeks.
She decided to break for air. She placed her forehead on his and closed her eyes, tear stains apparent on her cheeks. Just being in his arms right then was enough for her to know that he loved her.
"Japan-kun..." She began.
"Iie, just Kiku." He said, stroking her cheek lovingly.
"I love you so much Kiku."
"Aishiteru, since da day China-san brought you home." He said, remembering the day. "He said he had found you whire he was hiking arong da beach. He couden't bear to reave you dere, so he brought you home wid him. You were so beautifur, as tiny as you were."
Singapore blushed and giggled. He blushed too when he realized that he had been speaking his mind.
"Kiku, I'm sitting down." She said, already kneeling down. He came down with her and leaned back against the wall. She moved up next to him and put her face centimeters away from his while resting on his shoulder.
The two stayed like that for a long while.
"Knock Knock~!" Italy whispered, cracking the door open just a little bit. When the Italian saw Singapore snuggled up against Japan, his arms around her waist hugging her close and both of their faces so calm with their eyes closed. Italy just smiled to himself, whispering "Ve~" as he closed the door.
"Sh! Everyone, we need to find a different closet to play in." He said, tip toeing away from the small room and into the next with every other nation followed.