JapanxReader: Sick Days

  "Hey! _______! Dude, wassup!?" The overly enthusiastic American's voice rang through the other end of the phone.

  You sighed a bit and put on a smile while trying to sound a bit more energetic. "H-hey America...have you-?"

  "Dude! Your voice is all gross!" He said, suddenly cutting you off. "Are you sick or something?"

  You sighed again. "Yes America...just tell me if you've seen Japan-" You coughed a bit before continuing on. "Just tell me if you've seen Japan around...he won't pick up his pho-"

  "Hey Japan!!!" You heard America who was suddenly screaming on the other end of the phone with an extreme loudness in his voice. "__________'s sick and she wants to talk to you before she dies!!!"

  "A-America...! It's a cold...!" You silently protested on the other end of the phone, highly doubting he was even listening anymore.


  "_-______-san....? Are you really d-dying?" You heard a shaking and nervous voice on the other end.

  "A-America is being overdramatic..." You stuttered a bit. "I-I just have a cold...do you mind coming over for a bit?"

  "Not at all _________-san. I want to see you get better." He sounded a bit more relieved suddenly. "I'll be over in a few minutes." With that, the line went dead.

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  You had fallen asleep in wait. Last night was terrible since you could barely keep your eyes shut and it was incredibly uncomfortable trying to sleep with a stuffy nose.

  And so, you didn't notice when Japan came knocking at your door and entered at his own accord and made his way to your room. Pushing the door open slightly, he noticed you sleeping peacefully on your (f/c) sheets with the phone still in your hand.

  He walked in and sat beside you, stroking your (h/l)(h/c) hair gently. 'Maybe I should make her some tea for when she wakes up...' Looking back towards your peaceful, sleeping face, he couldn't bring himself to leaving you.

  Instead, he put his legs on the bed and used the back of your bed for support. He lifted your head up slightly and placed them on his legs. He rested his tired brown eyes as well, still playing with your (h/c) hair.

  "J-Japan...?" His attention went right to you, but your eyes were still shut. "Japan...?"

  "I'm right here _______-san." He took your hand and kissed it lightly like he had seen England do so many times,"Onegai, relax."

  "Don't go..." You gripped onto his pant sleeve gently.

  "I won't." He said with a smile. "I promise I won't leave you unless you want me to." He ran his hand up and down your shoulder,"I promise."

  Your grip lightened a bit. "Don't ever..leave me..."

  "Never..." He said reassuringly. "Never. But why are you so worried?"

  "Because..." You started softly. "I love Japan..."

  His face went red. There was no question (or secret) about his crush on you. That's the reason why he left America's house where they were trying to get through important business stuff.

  But now, here he was with the girl he's loved for as long as he could remember in his arms and saying she loved him. "_-_______-s-san...? You mean you love my home...right?"

  "No..." You muttered before turning yourself a bit and snuggling up in his lap. "I love Japan..."

  'Why do I have to be alone with her...!?' He thought in his head before looking down at you and laying beside you. "Well...I love you too _________-san...since I won't be able to say it when you wake up..." He kissed your burning forehead before wrapping his arms around you and drifting of to sleep beside you.

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  A little while later, your (e/c) eyes opened up to see Japan sleeping soundly next to you. "J-Japan...?" He didn't budge and inch. Your face turns extremely red before you sniffle a bit.

  Turning your head slightly, you noticed it was 5 in the afternoon. You felt better, but you defiantly still had a cold. "Japan...wake up. I'm hungry..."

  His eyes opened slightly, dreariness held within them before completely opening them. Red spread across his face quickly as he sat up. "_-_-_______-san...h-how do you feel...?"

  He seemed quirky and jumpy all of a sudden. Sitting up a bit, you leaned closer to him,"Nee...Japan? Are you okay?"

  He almost fell off the side of the bed, but he caught himself before he could. "I-I'll make you some onigri...maybe some soup..." With that, he got himself out of the room as though his life depended on it.

  Settling back down in bed, you waited patently, playing with the fabrics on your shirt and on the bed covers. He came in a moment later to place down a warm cup of tea. And without a word, he left.

  Staring at the cup for a moment, you were mesmerized by the care that was given in making this before taking the cup and bringing it gently to your mouth and drinking it.

  Placing the cup with much care beside you, the door opened to Japan holding a warm tray of food and laying it out in front of you. "I hope you enjoy it..." He didn't even look at you and went to leave.

  "Wait...!" You say before he could weasel his way out of your room. "I-I want you to sit with me..."

  He stared a bit confused before returning beside you and sitting on your bedside,"Do you have something on your mind...?"

 "A-actually Japan...I do...." You signed a bit nervously. You were going to tell him how you truly felt. Opening your mouth, not a noise came out. You tried to make out the words but each fell short.

  Before you knew it, Japan had taken your tray to your confusion and placed it on the table beside you. "_________-san...I like you a lot...onegai...accept my feelings."

  You wanted to cry; in fact, there were tears almost spilling from your (e/c) eyes now. "Japan...I love you...I've loved you for a long time..." You threw your arms around him and he responded by wrapping his arms under yours and placing them on your back. "I love you..."

  "I love you too..." He said caringly. You knew in any other situation the Japanese man would be having a panic attack over a girl hugging him. "Amd I promise that I'll never leave you..."

  "I won't either..." Before you knew it, both of you were pressing your lips up against one another's. It was warm, caring and gentle, much like the man himself.