Ramosa

Title: Anything For You

Series: Hetalia

Pairing: Holland(Netherlands)XJapan

Rating: PG 13

Summary: Holland would do anything- anything to keep Japan as his own. Based loosely on occurrences before and during the “Sakoku” time period of Japan- the isolationism that created a 400 year relationship between “Oranda,” or the Netherlands, and Japan. 

Note: This was written before the official strips/characterizations came out

1623- Amboyna Massacre- 10 members of British East India Company were killed by men of the Dutch East India Company on accusations of treason on Amboyna Island; England closes base in Hirado without notification

“You cut him off?” asked the broad man, tugging lightly at the collar of the smaller man’s robe, pulling open a small space and kissing the back of his neck. “That was so quick and sudden.”

“It was not of my doing,” replied Japan, closing this book as Netherlands embraced him from behind, both of them sitting on the same futon.

“He just left. Without saying a thing. After all that,” he sighed.

“After all what?” Netherlands asked, pulling him into a tighter embrace. Japan did not reply.

But Netherlands knew.

He knew, so he had gotten rid of England himself.

It was so easy.

So much easier than he thought it would be, and it made him laugh, even, when he got the news.

How quickly that idiot got his message.

The Asian nations, he did not care much about- they were like siblings to Japan, and posed no threat.

“You know,” he whispered into Japan’s ear, leaning over, aware of the tiny man jumping in surprise. “The Catholics- they are going to ruin your nation.”

“The Catholics…? What do you mean?” Japan turned his head around to look up at the tall man, questioningly. “You mean those missionaries from Spain and Portugal?”

“Yes, those,” Netherlands replied, smiling. He stole a small kiss from Japan’s lips, enjoying his reaction- blushing and flipping his head back.

“D-d-do not taunt me, Oranda san,” he stammered.

“Anyways, they’ll only cause trouble for you and your people,” Netherlands added. “You should get rid of them.”

“But they have done no harm yet…”

“But they will. Haven’t you noticed the number of converts the missionaries are creating? Those Catholics. They are nothing but trouble.

“And what are you, Oranda san?” Japan asked. He did not like to admit to confusion, but Western religions did just that.

“I’m Protestant,” Netherlands replied, somewhat proudly. “I don’t need to go around converting people like those Catholics. Really, Japan, they will be nothing but trouble.”

Japan fell silent. The Portuguese and Spanish were great trading partners, and the losses in commerce he would have to suffer will surely be great.

“…You know I mean only best for you, right?” Netherlands pushed as he pulled Japan even closer to himself, kissing him on the crown of his head.

“…Yes…” Japan nodded slowly.

“Tomorrow…” Netherlands murmured into Japan’s ear.

“Yes… Tomorrow…” Japan assented, shivering from the breath in his ear.

1624- Japan broke off all connections with Spain

“But why, Japan? I don’t understand!” Spain shouted as he was led off to a ship by Japanese soldiers. “What did I do? What happened?”

“You brought Catholic Christians into my land and polluted it with your missionaries,” replied Japan, unemotionally and blankly.

Spain shot a daggering glare at Netherlands, who was standing closely behind Japan, smiling.

“It was you, wasn’t it, you bastard!” he yelled, his usual cheerful face now filled with anger. “You brain washed him!”

“He did no such thing,” Japan interjected, waving his statement off with his hand. “Please, leave with your people and never come back.” He watched as Spain, his men, and missionaries were pushed onto deck. “…If you value your life.”

“Well done,” Netherlands whispered into Japan’s ear. He gave a smile and glance of triumph at Spain, who was still raging on deck.

Japan’s mind was blank. He did not even react to the sensation of breath on his neck.

“This was the correct thing to do,” he whispered to himself.

Title: Don’t Call My Name

Series: Hetalia

Pairing: EnglandXJapan

Rating: PG 13

Summary: Dissolution of Anglo-Japanese Alliance

“I understand,” the Asian man cut in dismissively midsentence, raising his gloved hand with his palm facing the blond man standing few feet away from him.

Arthur opened and closed his mouth a few times before sighing quietly and falling back.  He had practiced his little speech, too.  How to break it to him in the best way possible.  How to make the news as painless as possible.  Maybe the customary “It’s not you- it’s me,” was not the appropriate way to begin.

But Kiku seemed to have known that something was amiss and that something was about to happen from the moment their eyes met as Arthur walked into the room.  But he always seemed to know- when Arthur was upset, when he was angry, when he needed a quiet shoulder to rest a little on (though definitely not wetting it!). 

He was extremely good at reading people.  Arthur, on the other hand, was not.

“Kiku… We don’t have to end like this, you know…,” he stammered slightly uncomfortable.  If Kiku was difficult to read in normal circumstances, he was impossible now.  “You and I…”

There was a moment of silence, broken only by the soft cracklings of wood in the fireplace in the far side of the room.

“Please,” Kiku finally broke the silence, his voice a slow, calm whisper.  “Do not call me by my name anymore.  It’s… better that way.”

Arthur stood stunned, staring at the man half a head shorter than himself, unable to speak for a few moments.  Calling a nation by his or her name was a sign of familiarity- a sign that they had personal connections with each other.  And in such few words, this man, whom he had spent every available moment thinking about and every possible moment being with for the past few decades, had ended that special bond. 

“… I understand…,” Arthur replied slowly.  “I should… get going now.  A lot is going on right now, as you can imagine.”

“Yes,” Kiku nodded, cracking a small smile.  “Have a pleasant evening… England san.”

What kind of a smile is that?!   Arthur could feel something breaking inside.  How he longed to touch the side of the other man’s face and tell him everything was okay, and that it was all a complete misunderstanding… somehow.

“You too… Japan.”  He turned on his heels and walked swiftly out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.

Drops of water spotted the small bundle of paper that Kiku held in his trembling hand.  He covered his face with his gloved hands, ignoring the sound of papers crumpling in his grip, pushing down audible sobs. 

Leaning on the other side of the closed door, Arthur stood staring up at the tiled ceiling, allowing his bangs to cover his damp eyes.  A single tear streaked down his cheek, but he allowed no more.

In the room, Kiku walked solemnly to the fireplace and fed the white sheets of paper, one by one, into the fire.  The flames lapped up the stiff documents gleefully, and Kiku stared at the dancing red and orange, his dark eyes reflecting the flames.  He knew that right about now, a copy of the same typed document was being read and signed by his and Arthur’s superiors elsewhere.

You gave me everything.

Now I am going to show you what I can do with it. 

August 17^th, 1923

Title: Meaning of the Chrysanthemum

Series: Hetalia

Pairing: EnglandXJapan

Rating: PG 13

Summary: Young British soldier goes to war, leaving his lover behind with the words, “Let’s get married when the war is over.”

I can still remember your pristinely white uniform, almost blinding me in the sun, matching the pale belly of the large ship behind you.
The sky was a gorgeous pale blue, and the gusts were light; perfect weather to set off.
You were so proud of what you were about to do, and so was I.
I still am, and I know you are, too.
Don’t laugh, Arthur san, the sun was in my eyes! Or maybe it suddenly started raining, I don’t know.
You were so beautiful with your golden hair tussled by the wind, and the happy smile radiating your face.

“Let’s get married when this war is over.”
I could barely believe my ears when you announced that in front of everyone waiting at the deck. Everyone was looking and smiling and giggling at us, Arthur san. How could you expect me to not be flushed in embarrassment?
But I was happy. So happy.

But Arthur san. I can’t remember.
Did I ever say, “Yes”…?

Arthur san, the war is finally over. Can we get married now?
Please come home soon. I miss you so much.









Kiku traced his finger down the proud soldier’s framed face, smiling, eyes slightly damp. Next to him was a neatly opened letter with the royal seal, placed on top of a folded newspaper. The page hosted a dozen young faces, all proudly bearing their new uniforms.
“Young Brave Soldiers…” the heading of the front-page article began.

Kiku gently placed the photo stand down on the table and placed a vase next to it.
“This flower used to give you such surprises, didn’t it?” he whispered, giggling softly. “The look on your face when you realized that its name is the same as mine… And the look on your face when you brought a whole bouquet to me to have me tell you that it is for the dead…”

“I miss you, Arthur san. You promised…. When the war was over…” He slowly buried his face into his arms on the table. “Are you waiting for me to come to you…?”