Hetalia x Abused!Child!Reader: Japan Part 3

Warning: There is no warning. There is only fluff and anime and Pokémon. Maybe a little angst here and there over relationships and as you get older, but nothing traumatizing. Except to Japan.

Also, I used Hong Kong’s English human name, Leon, instead of the Japanese because it was just easier to use. Also, he was raised mostly by England so it WOULD make sense that he uses the name that he’s been called forever...And I actually did reference two past stories of mine around the end (America and Russia's), but you don't NEED to read them to understand. It would make a bit more sense, but you don't need to. This is way lighter.

~~~~~

*Age: 3*

“…And that is why we don’t add ‘san,’ ‘chan’ ‘senpai,’ or just about any other honorific to most people we know at World Meetings,” Kiku explained carefully. “To give an honorific such as those at the end of their names implies that we respect them, which we don’t.”

“Otosan? Why are we here?” You asked, genuinely curious. He had said you two were going to one of his many country homes, which you had.

It was on an island. In the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

He docked the sailing boat at the small dock on one side of the island, where there was a small green pasture with a long path going into a forest. And there were certainly a lot of weird-looking creatures here too! A few of them approached you two immediately upon entering this forest.

What looked like a weird monkey actually ran up and jumped on Japan with a happy shout.

“OOF!” The man spun around with the monkey. “Chimchar, please, I know you are happy to see me but—”

Another jumped on his back, and then another. "Char! Char!"

“Hey!” He chuckled slightly, and then began to giggle. “Th-that tickles, stahap!”

You tore your eyes away from him and made a small sound of awe at what you saw in the shadows off of the path you two were on right now. Giggling, you ran off into the forest to see this new creature.

“Seheriously! Stahahap!” Kiku was hunched over giggling as the monkey-like creatures tickled him, and then looked up. “(Y-Y/n)? Quihihit ihit! (Y/n)?!” He batted at the Chimchars on him, who stopped and pointed at where the child went into the woods.

So, Kiku stepped past a few bushes and stumbled upon his daughter in front of a Charizard. She was cooing and talking to it, and petting it’s long dragon-like snout gently. Unlike most Pokémon in the show, Kiku had raised these on a deserted island. They did not fight for people’s entertainment. They lived in peace, and they lived with the knowledge of what people could do to them upon finding out they were real. Most, if not all, of the species were not too keen on being used to fight for unfamiliar people’s entertainment.

That is why they never fought or really even left the island (for too long at a time, anyway). Sometimes they battled to keep themselves sharp and evolve, or moved away from a certain species, but never truly fought.

“Otosan?” She turned and asked him.

“Hai, (Y/n)?” Kiku smiled.

“Why am I petting a Pokémon?”

He took her hand as the Chimchars hopped off and Charizard shook his head. “I will explain as we go along. There is a car parked up ahead that we need to travel to the center of the island, where I will explain things to you.”

~~~~~

You were looking up at one very, very large gray building. There were two doors, one of which he parked in front of and the other in the back. There was a small fence around the building, but there was an opening big enough for you two to drive into—and when he pressed a button, the gate slid shut.

“This is…something that not even my own government knows about. I have taken great strides and measurements to keep satellites away from this island, it is complete ocean as far as everyone else knows. And, well, I think that it is time you become one of the people to know about it. There is less than a handful of countries and citizens who know about this place—Satoshi Tajiri who tried to introduce the world to Pokémon (the feedback was amazing, but not for these Pokemon), your Uncle Arthur, Yao, Alfred, Yong Soo, and Norway, or Lukas. Also Nurse Joy, that family takes care of the wounded or sick. One is always in here, she never ages like me or the other countries.” He shook his head. There was also a security guard family that he was considering buying off to work here, as they all looked exactly alike, but they would need to dye their hair blue. And be sworn to secrecy of course… “I am considering telling Australia too, but…” He unlocked the door. “He would take all of them.”

“Take all of who?”

“Well, (Y/n),” He opened the door, “This is known as the Pokémon Home for me.”

And yes you giant nerds, it was. There was at LEAST one of every Pokémon on this island, ranging from different generations. Obviously there were more than just a few of each, as was the example from the Chimchars earlier. Inside of this building were giant aquariums with Magikarp and Tentacool or ‘cruels, and other fish Pokémon. At least, those aquarium tanks served as the walls. In the center of the room were benches surrounding a few trees, and then a water fountain in the very middle of that. Beyond there were rooms for those being treated for wounds by Nurse Joy, and then a staircase leading upstairs to apartment rooms for guests staying, or humanoid Pokémon who couldn’t survive in the wild.

A Mewtwo was sitting on one bench reading a newspaper, looked over at the two, sighed, stood and tucked the paper under his arm, and walked away.

“Yao’s favorite is Pancham…” Kiku pointed to the ‘mon that looked suspiciously like a panda bear hopping around a few others. “You can choose one.”

“What?” You squeaked.

“Well,” The Pikachu (not a Pikachu—THE Pikachu) landed on his shoulder with a happy shout. “I am Japan. I make manga, and I catch Pokémon. You are my daughter, and…I may not be around sometimes, and neither will our family or friends. We are nations, and we are busy.” Alfred was busy dealing with his corruption in government on top of everything else right now, actually. “So…I would like to give you free roam of the building. Just stay away from the Pokémon in the Fire Room, stay away from the evolved Pokemon, stay away from the fighting ‘mons, and try not to get too close to the top of the aquarium because Tentacruel pulled England in with him the last time. Not because he is mean, but because Arthur was trying to train him with fish and did not know how close he was to the tentacles. So, (Y/n), I want you to have at least two or three to keep you company while I am away. You may choose from the safer water types such as a Magikarp. They are the most like goldfish, and this one refuses to evolve for some reason. You can have him. Or a normal type, ground—the Snorlax loves children, although he is very big and would want to leave home…”

After some consideration and meeting a lot (a LOT) of Pokémon, you chose along with the help of Kiku and the reeeeeaaaally nice Nurse Joy that you met.

“A-are you sure?” Kiku asked.

“Uh-huh!” You nodded.

“A magikarp.”

“Hai!” You said, and he smiled.

“Alright. It is a harmless enough Pokémon, you should be fine,” He nodded. “Most of them are in the water fountain; let me get something to put one in.”

“I think I’ll name you…” You tapped your chin as the Pachirisu you chose hopped around jumping for joy (you swore it looked like a white squirrel…). “Hm..I’ll name you ____!”

"Isu!" It squeaked and nuzzled your leg in agreement and approval. This one had just hatched.

“Which one is the Ultimate Pokémon?” You asked as the Pachirisu and Chansey (or Nurse, as Kiku called her—one of the helpers of Nurse Joy) settled on your shoulders. Or, the squirrel-like creature was on your shoulders and nuzzling your cheek. The Chansey, or “Nurse,” was patting your head. She was coming home too to babysit when Kiku couldn’t get a family member.

Kiku turned back to you with a smile and slight glint in his eyes. “Why (Y/n), I am the Ultimate Pokémon.”

He went away to get a bowl for the useless Magikarp as you giggled and began to play with the ‘mons that approached you.

Made sense.

~~~~~

*Age: 5*

“Otosan?” She came up to him in the living room, where he was reading.

“Hai, (Y/n)?”

“How are babies made?” (Y/n) asked in awkward, newly learned Japanese.

…Kiku got a nosebleed.

~~~~~

*Age: 7*

 “Uncle Alfred, look!” You held out a platter full of perfectly cooked cheeseburgers. “Krabby Patties!”

He gasped, kneeling down to look at them better. “You made Krabby Patties?!”

“For your Happy Birthday!” This was referenced from Spongebob Squarepants. A cartoon he let you watch when he babysat. You even had a lit candle sticking out of the top of one!

He was tearing up. The American blew out the lit candle and picked up a burger, then took a large bite out of it. America’s eyes lit up, and he took the plate from your little hands and picked you up. He twirled you both around the room in a giant hug, “THANK YOU (Y/N) THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER! YOU CAN COOK CHEESEBURGERS AND THEY’RE FLIPPING AWESOME!!!”

“YAY! YOU’RE HAPPY!”

“LET’S WATCH THE FIREWORKS!”

“Eat first!”

He stopped twirling and you both turned your heads to this new voice: your Otosan.

“YEAH! FOOD!” America screamed, setting you down and shoving an entire burger in his mouth, chewing and swallowing in record-breaking time. “We gotta eat if we wanna see the fireworks!”

Japan sighed, but upon seeing your puppy eyes took a hesitant bite out of the burger also. His face lit up immediately. “(Y/n)-san! Your cheeseburgers are much better than—” He stopped himself.

“Than McDonalds’?” You grinned, “Hai. Home-cooked burgers are always better. Especially Krabby Patties!”

“What are Krabby-Patties?”

“What you’re eating.”

“…I thought these were cheeseburgers…”

“They are! Haven’t you ever seen Spongebob Squarepants?”

“I…don’t think so…” He briefly wondered what on Earth America was teaching you when he babysat.

“He lives in a pineapple under the sea.”

“What?!” Japan sincerely looked shocked. “I find that hard to believe!”

“But it’s true! There’s no one as absorbent and yellow and porous as he!”

“Spongebob Squarepants!” America chanted.

“See, Otosan? If nautical nonsense be something you wish…”

“Spongebob Squarepants!” America chanted again, laughing at the shocked expression on Japan’s face.

“Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish!”

“For this Spongepants?” The Japanese man asked. How did you know those words?

“Spongebob Squarepants!” You exclaimed.

“Spongebob Squarepants.”

“Spongebob Squarepants!”

“Spongebob Squarepants!” Japan said with more enthusiasm.

America whistled the tune Spongebob plays on his nose at the end, as a finish.

You two laughed as Japan sat there, feeling more awkward than anything but smiling because you were.

~~~~~

*Age: 12*

“Otosan?” You asked in his native language of Japanese, “I think…”

“Hai, (Y/n)?” Kiku turned to look at you from his cooking.

Your eyes were glued to the floor, and your bottom lip was currently being chewed. You fidgeted with your blouse, and finally made eye contact with him. “I…I think I got my period…”

…Kiku got a nosebleed.

~~~~~

*Age: 13*

“Can I get this shirt?” She asked in Japanese.

“No.”

“This one?”

“No.”

“How about this one?”

“No.”

“Otosaaaan!”

Mei laughed, and set a hand on Kiku’s shoulder. “You are too old, Brother. Let (Y/n) have her fun, I’ll watch her. She needs more than her school uniforms, doesn’t she?”

“…I guess,” He frowned slightly as his daughter idled over the anime section. “I guess that if the budget is kept then she can choose her own outfits…but nothing lewd or obscene!”

“Of course not!” Tawain chastised. “Just let her express herself, Brother!”

Japan sighed, but nodded. And then he looked over at (Y/n) and nearly had a stroke. “No crop tops!”

“Kikuuuu…” Mei giggled.

~~~~~

*Age: 16*

“Otosan, this is Himaruya Hidekaz. He is my date to the school dance.”

“Hello, sir,” the teenager bowed politely. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

…Kiku got a nosebleed. 

~~~~~

*Age: 17*

Kiku sat down as his daughter cried, and rubbed her back. “It is alright, Blossom.”

“No it is not!” She wailed.

“It really is. There are plenty of other m—”

“I don’t care,” She stubbornly kept up the tears as Nurse—who had evolved over the years of getting to know her caretaker into a Blissey—patted her back on the other side of the bed.

“But just because this ended does not mean that your entire life will!”

“But—”

“But nothing, the man—”

“I loved the whole thing so muuuuuch!” She wailed again.

“The ma—”

“It ended so badlyyyyyyyy!”

“It—”

“WAAAAAAAH!”

Kiku sighed, and pulled her up and into his lap. “Just because your manga ended doesn’t mean that the world is ending, you will find another one soon enough! There are thousands out there that I am sure you will like!”

“But none of them are _____!”

“I know, I know,” He held his daughter close and patted her back as Nurse hopped onto the bed and kissed her caretaker’s head. “It will be alright. I too have experienced this tragedy in my lifetime, and _____ was a good manga. It will be missed. But we will move on together, Blossom. I promise.”

She sniffed, and nodded into his chest. “Hai, Otosan. Hai…”

~~~~~

*Age: 19*

“(Y/n)?”

“Hai, Otosan?”

“Why do I hear roaring from the backyard?”

“Um…” Her face went red.

“And why are you blocking the door to the backyard?”

“No reason.”

The look on her face suggested otherwise, and Kiku’s stern face suggested that he wasn’t going to let this go. He dropped his suitcases and took a step forward—apparently it had been a mistake to leave her alone while he went to a World Meeting.

“Um…So…You know Sushi my Magikarp?”

“Hai,” His eyes widened as she opened the door to the backyard.

“Well he evolved into this giant blue monster and I don’t know what to do.”

His eyes went white and his jaw dropped. “…I thought that Gyarados was a myth…Only in that kids show…”

“Well, he’s calm whenever we’re around.”

It was true. “Sushi” had trampled one of the flower beds, but was now curled up at (Y/n), his owner and caretaker’s, feet. Now, this Pokémon wasn’t at his maximum size, but he was still pretty huge. Sushi was now twenty feet long and roughly two-hundred pounds, Kiku guessed. And angry. But, he followed his mistress’ every move and word. (Y/n) reached out to rub his nose, and the beast let out a growl—not threatening, but more lovingly.

His daughter now had a dragon—er, sea monster. In their backyard. And under her total control, she had taken good care of the Magikarp with lots of love and talking. Her Pachirisu, _____, was shivering in fear on her shoulders. Nurse was inside cleaning up the house. Kiku was standing on his patio, a little ways behind his daughter who was cooing to the living weapon of mass destruction that she had raised and apparently evolved somehow.

…Kiku got a nosebleed at the thought of trying to take this dragon back to the Pokémon Island.

~~~~~

*Age: Kiku’s Body Age*

“Otosan. It is an old magic from the west.”

But his eyes were furious and upset. And relieved, and old, but enraged.

“Papa, I just—”

“You did not think, that is what you did!” He exploded, hands in fists at his waist.

“The spell has been cast!” You shouted. “I just…I just don’t want you to watch me die! It is not proper for a father to watch his daughter die! I didn’t want you to watch me grow old and die!” You began to cry.

Kiku grabbed your shoulders and pulled you close. “If what you say is true about the spell, then if I suddenly get bombed then you will feel exactly what I do! You will feel everything that Japan feels! Everything that I feel! I HAVE NEVER WISHED THAT ON ANYONE!”

“But it was the only spell that worked…” You sobbed. “S-So now we c-can live to be the—the same age!”

Japan understood your intention was noble, but it was stupid. What happened if he was taken hostage in war and tortured? You would feel everything! Or if he was sick, or drowned, or exploded, or something worse! You had taken away all of his chances of saving you in situations like these. The only thing that you had done was extend your life, and that was a curse by itself.

Because like the past, not all futures were very bright.

But you didn’t care. You didn’t take that into consideration like he would have when you cast the irreversible magic spell. You only cared about staying with him, only that you were now teetering on the edge of surpassing his human age—you nearly looked his age, only two more years would have done it. And to you, that was mortifying and highly dishonorable to call a man younger than you Otosan. No matter how old his soul was.

He hugged you back tightly and didn’t let go, even after you stopped crying.

“…Baka…” Kiku whispered.

~~~~~

*Age: 42*

Yong Soo, South Korea, was visciously attacking Japan. Your poor Father had fallen to his knees gasping as Taiwan joined in with a sadistic smile, and then Vietnam. She dropped her paddle to use her bare hands. Thailand, or Tai, the usual calm one of the family, was another who had a wicked grin on his face. He came and helped hold down Kiku’s arms as they tortured him. You couldn’t believe it.

 “(Y/N)! RUN!” He barely managed to get out. His family had turned on him. This was war.

“Otosan!” You cried out, and tried to run into the next room of his house. But Hong Kong, Leon, grabbed you and physically carried you to the bed. “NO!”

“Hold still,” The teen—you two actually looked to be the same age—smiled as he straddled you. “Give up now, you have no chance!” He teased.

But years of martial arts experience with your father taught you a few things even a boy raised between China and Britain didn’t know. You bucked up and used both of your weights to flip him back down on the bed with a shout, and then began your own attack on him.

Leon was now screaming below you as your fingers dug into his gut.

Kiku was shouting and bucking on the floor in an uncharacteristic display of desperation and helplessness. Despite being the second-oldest, his siblings knew every damn weak part of his body that they had discovered over the course of many centuries. All through wars, battles, times of weaknesses, plague, simple sibling rivalry, you name it.

Meanwhile, Yao had heard the commotion and came into the room to look at what was going on with a seemingly innocent aura. “What is going on?” His eyes were dark, and the smile grew a bit darker too as he looked on in amusement at the torture.

 “GIIIIIIHIHIHIVE!” Kiku screeched. He hadn’t laughed this hard since the last time they gang tickled him when you were a young child and announced you had never seen Kiku laugh (HUGE mistake…for him). And now? Now Lien was sitting on one leg and digging into the sole of his foot. Mei was on the other leg and toes. Yong Soo was straddling his waist and digging into the worst spot with his freakishly long fingers, the lower ribs (the bastard even went under his shirt). And Tai was sitting on his arms now on the ground, digging into the armpits.

Frankly, Leon was just extremely ticklish. All you were doing was tickling his sides and he was writhing beneath you.

See, it isn’t hard to imagine that this started because South Korea yelled, “TICKLE FIGHT!”

“(Y/n) one,” You said, “Leon zero.”

“Shut up!” He gasped out.

“Don’t be rude to your family!” Yao chastised, and sat on his kicking legs. “Do you want us all to gang up on you?”

“NOHO!” He managed to free an arm, which tried to grasp at your hands.

“Then stop acting like Kiku or your Ice friend, neither can take tickling for too long at all!”

“Shut UHUP!” He blushed when you managed to sit on his arm again with a triumphant laugh.

“Britain did a horrible job raising you,” Yao shook his head and dug into the teenager’s feet. “You learned how to take tickling like he learned how to bake.”

“OOH!” Came Yong Soo’s giggly shout. Everyone was laughing now, it was all contagious. Kiku’s cackling was louder and more hysterical than one would think, when he got desperate. Had it been anybody else, the laughter would have been more controlled, more quiet. But this was his entire family.

At least Yao wasn’t on him too, that would have just sent him over the edge.

But Japan had been ignored when he shouted defeat. He never felt like this, so helpless. Not even during the losing wars. What started off as a tickle fight had ended in a war against him specifically, he swore it always ended with him, Yao, or Leon being ganged up on. Never either of the girls, never Yong Soo who deserved it. Always those three.

“STAHP!” Kiku howled again when Yong Soo’s fingers slipped, allowing him to take in air.

The family stopped a full minute later after tears began to stream down his face, and then Korea hopped onto the bed to help you attack poor Hong Kong. “SURPRISE, DA-ZE!” The face inside of his curl resembled a smiley face.

“NO!” Leon shouted. He had finally managed to free both hands! He was finally able to tickle you back! But no. His brothers and cousin-niece (you two had not quite established that weird relationship, being the same age in body for many years now that he’s grown up some) were making him squeal.

Especially when Yong Soo got his neck, the bloody bastard.

You, on the other hand, had gotten off of his lap to see your Otosan. “Papa?” You giggled at his disheveled and gasping state.

He didn’t stop giggling.

“He’s fine,” Vietnam crossed her arms. “We have done this before.”

“He will be giggly for another minute or so, and then get mad.” Mei counted off on her fingers, “Try and get revenge, fail miserably, we will move onto somebody else, China is ticklish everywhere by the way—”

“I know.”

“He’s next,” Mei joyfully added.

“What?” The Chinese man looked down at them.

“Nothing Yao!”

“Shut up!” Lien’s eyes went white. “Anyway, we all end up laughing on the ground and take a nap. It is fun.”

“I remember,” You smiled. “We haven’t had a good tickle fight in years!”

“Well, sometimes we need to laugh,” Mei patted Kiku’s belly, which caused a flinch and more giggling. “Especially with everything that has happened in recent years. Sometimes we countries need to be the people we are, not the people we represent.”

“Cruel…” Kiku let out his final giggle before finally relaxing. “Merciless women…”

“We could have stopped after you passed out,” Lien poked him with her paddle.

The man blushed lightly and sat up. “You could have tickled Yong Soo instead of me…”

“But where’s the fun in that?” Mei giggled and poked his side. “You have the best reactions, he flails everywhere like a chicken. At least we can hold you down.”

Kiku’s blush grew darker, and you giggled at him. “You’re cute when you blush!”

He actually pouted, then looked up when poor Leon screamed. “Hm…” His pout changed into a look of determination, and he crouched down on the floor.

And then Japan, who has lived for centuries, fought and waged hundreds of wars, almost never smiles or lets anyone into his personal bubble of space—pounced and attacked Yong Soo’s sides from behind.

“DAHAHA!”  The man shrieked, and fell backwards into his brother and nearly off the bed. He was sitting on the edge too, that made it even worse.

Kiku tried to avoid his flying hands that hit at him, and in order to protect a very sensitive area between his legs from being hit he ended up crouching down a little.

This proved to be a bad idea. While everybody decided to join in, Yong Soo’s hand flew up right into his face…

And Kiku got a nosebleed.

~~~~~

*Age: 106*

“So Otosan…I’m dating _____,” You held the country’s hand.

Kiku was silent, and stared right at the man. “Oh so this is him?”

“Hai.”

“(Y/n)…I am not mad. You can do whatever you please with your life, I just wish that we were not this close.”

“So do I. I just wanted you to meet him for the first time knowing that we are dating, is all.”

“I understand,” He nodded. “Do you mind getting us the tea?”

“Of course,” You said, and headed for the kitchen.

Now that he was alone with the country, Kiku grabbed a fistful of shirt from across the table and drew him so close their noses almost touched. “Look. (Y/n), as my daughter, is a part of Japan and myself. Whatever happens to me as a country happens to her. Whatever manga comes out, whatever political news, she and I both know. You should thank your lucky dango that this process does not apply to emotions and feelings for others, although we have a small sense of what the other feels if it is strong enough. Now, she loves you very deeply. I understand and respect that…But what she knows I know.”

“O-okay…” The poor man raised his hands in a sign of peace. “B-but—”

“BUT NOTHING STOP DRAWING HENTAI TOGETHER I KNOW WHAT IS PUBLISHED IN MY COUNTRY AND IT IS DISHONORABLE TO MY ANCESTORS AND MYSELF!” His voice was raised for the first time in a long, long time in anger and desperation. This tone actually grew heavier on the desperate side as his face slowly made its way to being buried in the man’s chest. “AT LEAST STOP PUBLISHING THE HENTAI, PLEASE! I DON’T WANT TO KNOW WHAT SHE HAS LEARNED FROM MY COUNTRY’S KINKYNESS! I WANT TO BE CLOSE TO MY DAUGHTER, NOT DISGUSTED! PLEASE! THE WORST PART IS THAT IT’S ACTUALLY REALLY REALLY GOOD!” He sobbed now.

“Here’s the tea!” (Y/n) came back into the room, oblivious to what was said between the men.

Kiku immediately straightened back up and poured himself a cup before the other two. He needed it more. “Arigato, (Y/n).”

“Hai, Otosan,” She smiled and took a sip.

Her lover sat there shaking like a leaf, absolutely mortified.

~~~~~

*Age: 109*

Kiku held and comforted (Y/n) as she cried. The break-up was mutual, but he had apparently taken a few things that she had grown very close to.

Not the giant weapon of mass destruction, Sushi, that she kept at the Pokémon Island to protect it.

Not Nurse, who was tending to a very sick Pachirisu in (Y/n)’s room.

“(Y/n), I really don’t know what to say…This is highly inappropriate knowledge.”

“BUT HE TOOK MY HENTAAAAIIII!”

Kiku wiped his nosebleed with another tissue and sighed. “I really didn’t need to know that…”

“EVEN THE ONES WE MADE TOGETHER!”

That nosebleed came back. He really had a problem with this.

~~~~~

*Age: 666*

“It’s my birthday?” You asked numbly.

“Hai…” Kiku said.

“It’s the devil’s number,” Alfred whispered from the bed. He had Arthur’s weak hand grasped firmly in his, and Francis was holding the other one.

“How fitting,” You whispered.

Italy and Germany were huddled together on the floor, trying to sleep. Those who were wounded—Britain and Russia, in this timeline so far—were on the beds. Russia was being tended to by Canada and Japan, he was sleeping. Britain was breathing heavily, but his wounds weren’t as deep as the other man’s were. His magic had been drained from his body by the Oni monster.

“Happy Birthday…” Kiku looked at the time. “My watch says the date, but I’m not honestly sure if it’s right or—or not…” His voice broke. “I…” His eyes welled up. “We’ve been in here for so long, it…”

You set your hand on his. “We haven’t lost anybody today. We all survived together. That is the best birthday wish that I could have hoped for.”

“Devil’s number…” America whispered again. “Devil’s world…”

~~~~~

*Age: 903

Most of them hadn’t been sleeping well after the Great War, and (Y/n) had to agree. Nobody slept alone. That went for her and her Father too. He screwed his personal space rule after the hell that they went through in war together, and let his daughter sleep beside him at night as they once did when she was still a child.

It was one of those nights, where she was huddled against him shaking in fear.

He kissed her forehead and held her close, letting all fear stop in that fragile mind. “You are safe, Blossom. You are safe…”

As his hands adjusted around her waist a bit tighter, her arm flew up to punch him in the face. “NOT TODAY SATA—oh god, Otosan!” She covered her mouth as she woke up. “Oh, forgive me Papa!” She sat up and began to bow from there in apology.

“It—it’s fine (Y/n), it just means that you are on your guard even in sleep…”

Kiku wiped away his nosebleed and resumed holding you.

~~~~~

*Age: 1000*

“For a very special number,” Kiku’s hands and arms flew around as he friend the food. “You will get a very special hand-made meal.”

Alfred and (Y/n)’s eyes were white as Japan cooked.

“Jesus,” He whispered.

“Look at those hands…”

They were flying.

“I haven’t seen Otosan cook like this in centuries…”

“Bruh, he does not look rusty at all.”

“Hush! I am concentrating!” Kiku frowned, and did little shouts for each food item that he threw with the spatula on a plate. More shouts came as more food was thrown, and soon dinner was served in three deep plates.

Kiku bowed.

Alfred and (Y/n) clapped.

“(Y/n)! You get first bite!” Kiku said with a very determined look on his face.

“Hai!” You nodded, and took a bit of the prepared meal with your chopsticks into your mouth. “…IT IS AMAZING!” You raised your arms and shouted, giggling.

“Yes!” He raised a fist in the air. “I have maintained honor and dignity in the way of home-cooked meals!”

“Arigato, Otosan!”

“Thanks bro!”

“You are very welcome, (Y/n)-chan and Alfred-san,” Kiku bowed deeply again. “It is never said in my country, but I love you both for staying with me for so long. As friends, as family, and as constant allies that I can depend on.”

“No problem,” Alfred’s eyes grew dark. “I’m sorry about—”

“Hush,” Japan looked up. “Not on her birthday.”

You looked down. Today was also the anniversary of the end of the Great Star Wars—not the damn movies—the wars fought throughout galaxies for over three-hundred years. And the deaths of many of Earth and Space’s countries and colonies, or entire planets themselves.

Pokémon Island had perished in this war, and the four lone ‘mons that survived death and hell were now living with you, Japan, and America. two were sitting beside you, and two more were sitting beside Alfred.

It was both the worst and best birthday present ever.         

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*Age: Unknown*

In the end, natural disasters were tearing all of Earth apart as the sun drew it into the gravitational pull, and heated Earth’s atmosphere to an unbearable temperature.

In the end, you two were on an island with a handful of other countries lying side by side as the rest took care of you.

In the end, Earthquakes and tsunamis were tearing the island of Japan apart.

In the end, Kiku got a nosebleed.

And so did you.