Title: Tsunami
Pairing: America x Japan
Rating: K Plus, probably.
Japan felt like he was drowning. He always felt like that, ever since the tsunami.
To be fair, he almost always felt like he was surrounded completely with water, but usually he didn't feel it so harshly.
A tsunami had hit Japan, causing some nuclear plants to freak out, meaning that he felt sick and kept throwing up from the radiation. What he really wanted was for someone to comfort him and take care of him in his time of need, but... sadly... no one (except practically all of his siblings and also Greece and Turkey) had offered to come over. Of course, when he said no one, he was referring to America, who he had thought had been a friend... maybe even more than a friend... but apparently, America didn't see things the same way the Japan did.
Japan snuggled underneath his comforter and sniffled. He had a runny nose, an intense headache, a stomach ache, a fever, and kept throwing up, almost like he had the flu. It was the radiation poisoning.
He coughed and reached blindly toward his bedside table, searching blindly for a lozenge. Suddenly, just as his fingers had finally found the box, his front door slammed open, and a voice called out, "HEY JAPAN, IT'S ME, THE HERO, COME TO RESCUE YOU." Japan lifted his head off of his pillow, opening his eyes in surprise as America bounded down the hall to the Asian nation's room. The blond, blue-eyed, fighter-pilot-coat-wearing nation gave an appreciative whistle as he saw Japan.
"Man, that earthquake and nuclear thingy sure did bang ya up good, didn't it? Well, don't worry, bud, I'll have you back to normal in no time!" He seemed to notice Japan's feeble grasping for the box of lozenges, and so moved forward to sit on the side of Japan's bed, grabbing a lozenge and feeding it to him.
"You don't have to be here," Japan murmured quietly, leaning back in his bed as a wave of fatigue washed over him. "I can... take c-care of myself."
A pained expression crossed America's face, though Japan, who's eyes were closed, noticed nothing. The blond nation reached out and hesitantly stroked the Asian nation's hair, causing him to relax just the tiniest bit more. "Don't worry, Kiku, I'll take good care of ya," America whispered as Japan fell into a deep sleep. He leaned forward and kissed the back of Japan's head, then jumped to his feet. He. Would. Clean. Everything.
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While Japan was asleep, America really did clean everything. Until it was spotless, in fact. He cleaned up Japan's messy house, made a meal (after calling North Italy and Spain about forty-seven times to make sure he was getting it right), got some fever medicine from the store, along with other stuff like toilet paper and horror movies (he would scare the sickness right out of Japan!), and he even fed Japan's cat, which left basically nothing else to do.
But Japan was still asleep.
How was America supposed to feed Japan the super awesome and somehow heroic vegetable soup he had made? And how was he supposed to scare him all better with the horror movie if he wasn't waking up? OMG WHAT IF HE WAS DEAD?!
America raced from Japan's small kitchen and into his bedroom, shoving his face nearly on top of Japan's to make sure he was still breathing. When he found that he still was, he sighed in relief, then sat on the bed next to him. His heart was racing in a panicky way that he couldn't quite figure out. He hadn't felt this anxious since 9/11, and that was when his people had been dying.
So... why was he feeling this worried about Japan?
After a moment of thought, he shrugged the notion he had come to away. He just felt worried because Japan's plight was like his own during 9/11. Of course, it wasn't quite as bad, but still, it was terrible.
America yawned. He was tired from all of this housework stuff. The soup was on the stove on low, so it would neither burn, get cold, or blow up (America had learned how to cook from England, so occasionally things blew up).
His eyelids slowly began sliding shut. He struggled to keep them open, and also struggled to keep himself sitting upright. He hadn't slept in what seemed like weeks, even though it was really more like yesterday, and all he wanted to do was lie down next to Japan and cuddle him and somehow make everything all better.
And so... that's what he did.
A/N Sorry it's terrible! "^^
Oh, and I felt it was right for America to sort of narrate an "OMG" because, well, HE'S FUCKING AMERICA.
Anyways, this was requested by Starfire67, and I hope I managed to do the damn thing some justice.