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This will be told in 3rd person. It will be centered around Japan and Chen Hua Lan. I wonder why I'm updating every day. It is weird. I will probably have to stop this pattern when it is Monday again. Sad. Oh well. I don't own Hetalia. But on the bright side, I do own a computer so I could type this up and read the manga online. ^ ^ ! Before I forget, thanks to all who read this.
It was night time; not a soul stirred in the house which currently housed nine countries, even if it's temporary. The crescent moon was shining, white and silvery at the same time. Japan was outside, sitting by the sakura trees that were showered with the shimmery light. The night was still young; it was only 11:02. Japan was outside the house, mind you, so the status of all the souls are resting still remains true, true as day and night. Sitting under the biggest sakura tree he could find, he was peacefully sketching a nearby tree.
The delicate leaves… they seem so soft… the blossoms seem like they wilt even with the most gentle touch mankind can perform.
All these thoughts rolled through his mind, blocking out the worrying thoughts that someone could be watching. In fact, he d didn't notice until the person was right behind him. Startled, he slowly turned his head around. He sighed with relief when he saw that it was only Alice-san.
"That's a beautiful drawing you have there, Kiku-san." She stated. She was pointing out the obvious, as everyone from everywhere had commented on how perfect his drawing skills are. He had grown use to these comments, wiping them off like specs of dirt. Never less, when she stated it, it felt… Different. Japan! How could you think like this when you two only knew each other for barely 5 hours! Mentally slapping himself, his eyes fell downward, landing on a medium-sized sketch pad. "What is that, Alice-san?"
"Oh… this?" she asked back, raising the pad. Opening it, she flipped the pages until she came across the most recent one. On it was a truly beautiful one, a work of art even he couldn't rival. He wasn't so sure if Italy-san could rival it either. On the piece of paper was an absolutely perfect drawing. Italy's pride; Leonardo Da Vinci couldn't rival it either. That was his opinion, at least. It was also a sakura tree, with so much detail it could be mistaken for an oversized black-and-white photo.
"I think my skills had dropped. They used to look more realistic…" She got to be kidding, Japan thought, how could they get more…? "Have you done anymore?" Japan couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, of course I have done more. I could show them to you in the morning. I just finished this, and I'm going back to sleep. Do you need you come inside?" "Nashi. I am fine." (A/N nashi=no, so says Google translate) "Okay. The door will be locked so you'll need a key. Here." A key dropped into Japan's hands; still warm from being in her pocket. "Don't worry; I have two."She reassured him, then turned around and left. As she did, a small, uncharacteristic smile crept up his lips.
Neither of them knew, however, the fact that they were watched, by Hungary herself.
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Heehee! Hungary is spying on you! Japan has a small crush! OK… now that I think about it… Why did I even put this up?