A/N: …-dodges flying tomatoes- I fail, I know. I lost inspiration for my other story and I'm quite embarrassed of it so I decided to delete it. Don't worry though, I won't lose inspiration for this one, I'm pretty sure of it. Anyhow this idea came to me while I was thinking about otakus and Japan….teehee. Anyways, enjoy, and please give me feedback. I am wondering how this will go. This story takes place during a week, so this story, including the prologue, will most likely have 8 chapters.
The pairing is obviously USUK. Occasional UKUS. After all, we all need our daily dose of blushy Iggy and blushy Al, yes? ;)
Rated M for future lemon, perverted innuendos, a bit of cursing, a dirty minded fujoshi, sexual references and a little something at the beginning of the chapter.
P.S.: No, Misaki isn't me nor is she anybody I know in real life. Just someone I made up that relates to everybody that's reading this. :3
Chapter 0: Prologue
Alfred let out a shuddering breath as he clutched onto Arthur's shirt, desperately pulling him closer to him as Arthur eagerly ravished his lips hotly along Alfred's collarbone. Alfred clumsily unbuttoned Arthur's dress shirt and pressed their groins desperately against each other, causing the two nations to groan in pleasure as their lust grew intensely.
"A-Arthur…I-I want—" Arthur quickly silenced Alfred with an intense, hot kiss, pressing his lips further against his as he fondled with Alfred's nipple, causing a long drawn out moan from his mouth as he pressed his body more desperately against him, demanding for release. Arthur trailed kisses from Alfred's ear to his chest as Alfred let out shuddering breaths and leaned closer to him, tangling his fingertips through his dirty blonde locks. Then—
Misaki sighed, leaned back against her chair and groaned. She was stuck. She was doing so well too, in her own fantasy of Alfred and Arthur, then she suddenly lost inspiration…what the hell? She needed inspiration. She needed to finish this for her readers. And usually, she didn't lose inspiration while writing a lemon…
Running a hand through her ebony bangs that were parted to the right side, she swung her chair around to the other side of her desk, and flipped through the collection of doujinshis featuring the one and only representations of England and America. All of them R18.
Okay, to start off with, Misaki was a fanfiction writer that wrote stories of only USUK or UKUS. Her stories actually got pretty popular, and fanfiction eventually became an addiction. Misaki sighed as she turned the pages of her doujinshi, as if searching for some hidden hint of inspiration in the pages. She remembered when it all started. Her obsession for USUK. Everything.
It all started when she saw Hetalia videos sparking on Youtube. Honestly, at first she had thought that Hetalia was just another dumb anime that was all comedy. She wasn't particularly a comedy fan, so she just totally dismissed the idea of watching it or ever having her attention on it.
Then, she saw more videos of Hetalia on Youtube, and her friends started spamming about it. She ignored it again, but after more of her friends started to get crazy about it, she finally decided to watch it.
Slowly, she found herself getting entertained by this little 5 minute short episode show. It was unique, or it was just something about it that drew her in. Perhaps it was the unique, entertaining way they told history. But she couldn't keep her eyes off the characters and the way they acted with each other. When she reached further into the series, she couldn't help but feel frustrated because whoever was the author of Hetalia was seriously torturing her with the implied fanservice, since she was a hard yaoi fan. Oh God. She eventually felt herself falling in love with the pairings and laughing at the jokes, and started to grow even fonder with the characters.
She found herself liking America a lot more than she had expected. And especially England. England's eyebrows highly amused her, and since being a Japanese American herself, she couldn't help but feel amused by the way they portrayed America. They were highly accurate. She giggled. The more she watched, the more drawn into it she seemed, and then she reached that fated episode that she liked to describe as the "turning point of her life" no matter how insane that sounded.
It was the episode she remembered most.
America's shed cleaning. (Or according to Funimation, shit cleaning.)
As she watched the episode, she was taken in by surprise at the sudden seriousness of the episode. Hetalia was all goofy and fun games, until now. She had thought she would see the Revolutionary War soon, but not like this.
She was quickly captivated by America and England's relationship as ex-colony. Ex-brother. Her eyes had been intensely focused on the screen; she identified the bittersweet feeling of having to be separated from the person you were raised with, the person you loved ever since the beginning, the person you looked up to, because it was the only way to be acknowledged as an equal. The excruciating sorrow of it all. A longing passion for each other that just seemed so difficult to close the space between them. An undeniable wanting.
It was brilliant, she decided. The way they portrayed this relationship was nothing like she had read before. It was genius.
She loved it.
After that, she found herself looking up USUK videos, spotting, downloading, and reading USUK doujinshis even if they were in Japanese (which she could barely read), looking up and downloading America and England fan art and photos, and reading USUK fanfiction anywhere she could find it. She was quickly getting obsessed and it was like an addiction. It was pure love. It attracted her so much; she thought it could've been illegal at how appealing their relationship was. She also found herself buying a mini American and English flag and crossing them, and drawing little hearts around them and pasting it to her wall.
Obsessed. Truly obsessed. She fangirled over it like she never fangirled before, and quickly started befriending many USUK fans and eventually making stories of her own, writing drabbles of her own fantasies. She took a strong liking to the rating M for yaoi, especially USUK. She tried not to let it get to her head that most of her stories and oneshots had reviews well over 100 and that her stories were always posted in forums and communities as recommendations. Writing these and reading these, she had to admit, made her really happy…down there. She giggled again and flushed at the rated pages.
…Okay maybe she was crazy. Maybe she had no life. She face palmed, but she lifted her head up again. Misaki shook her head. She was proud. Definitely.
Suddenly, her laptop emitted a beep, the MSN messenger sound. Swinging her chair around, she propped her elbows on her desk and clicked her MSN, seeing a new message from the editor she was rather close with. He was a guy, as far as she knew, and he was Japanese too. Except he actually lived in Japan. His name, as he told her, was Takashi Komori. He was a huge USUK fan, like her, and she had found him one day while she stalked the USUK livejournal forums. They had met and instantly their USUK fandoms were shared, and they had so much in common. He was her editor for her fanfictions, and they got along really well. They were close online buddies ever since.
When she clicked the window, she leaned forward in her chair, peering at the words displayed on the screen.
Sushi_Mochi says: Hello, Misaki.
Grinning, she eagerly typed back.
Yaoibish says: Hey there, Takashi! :D How you be?
Sushi_Mochi says: I'm good, thank you. What's up?
Yaoibish says: 8C Not so great. I'm losing inspiration for this lemon. I'm reading doujinshis like crazy right now but I'm still losing it…help!
Sushi_Mochi says: Ah, that's not good. Well, it should come back. Anyways, guess what?
Yaoibish says: …I guess. What?
Sushi_Mochi says: I flew into Florida! Orlando, I mean. I'm pretty near you, I think.
Misaki's eyes widened. Whoa, he was in Florida?
Yaoibish says: Whoaaa. That's sooo cool! You like? (:
Sushi_Mochi says: Yes, America is quite nice. I'm about to ask you an awkward question.
Yaoibish says: Whut is et? O:
Sushi_Mochi says: Is it alright if we see each other? In real life, I mean.
Misaki tilted her head, considering. Well, they've known each other enough to trust each other. She knew Takashi couldn't be some 40 year old pedophile. So, why not?
Yaoibish says: Why not? Sure! Where to? :D
Sushi_Mochi says: That's great. Er, across Chester, it's the only café there…we can discuss your story there too, if you like.
Yaoibish says: Oh yes, I know that place. You there?
Sushi_Mochi says: Heading towards.
Yaoibish says: Kay, I'll get dressed. See you in a few! 8D
Misaki grinned and pulled on a sweater and some jeans and racked a comb through her shoulder length hair. She was about to meet her editor. Sighing, she tried to ignore that uneasy feeling at the pit of her stomach. She couldn't help but feeling nervous. One could just hope they would get along as well as they do online.
Grabbing her tote and shoving a couple of her favorite doujinshis, a notebook, and a pen just in case, she slung it over her shoulder. She gave one last look at the mirror, and then opened the door of her apartment, breathing the fresh Florida winter air, that wasn't usually too cold. She smiled and slipped on her flats and started walking towards the café.
As she walked down the street, she pondered on how Takashi actually looked. Well of course, he was Japanese, so this image of a young Asian guy with slick, black hair appeared in her head. That stayed in her head for a while.
Finally, she arrived at the café. There weren't many people there, but it was expected, since it was around 8 in the morning. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and quickly her eyes scanned the table…
And stopped.
Then they widened in shock as Misaki's jaw flew open.
A Japanese man, wearing Japanese traditional robes and flat, black hair with bangs brushing his brows, and deep, blank brown eyes waved at her.
"Do you happen to be Misaki?"
Misaki stood there for a moment, awe-struck, and then she quickly got herself together and rushed towards the table, taking her seat slowly. His voice…sounded vaguely like Japan's voice in the Hetalia dub…with that slight Japanese accent…
"…Yes, I'm Misaki. Takashi?" She grinned, and Takashi smiled.
Quickly, she set her chin on her hands and tilted her head. "Wow, Takashi, are you like, cosplaying or something? 'Cause you're really good at it. I mean, really. You look exactly like Japan from Hetalia. I mean you look so much like him its scary."
Takashi's smile faltered a bit, but he gazed at her, sighing.
"…I'd thought you notice already. But anyway, Misaki, there's something I've been keeping from you."
Misaki's smile vanished, and she tilted her head once more, a questioning look in her eyes. "…Yes?"
Taking a deep breath, Takashi took a deep breath and straightened himself, taking a sip of his tea.
"My name is not Takashi Komori."
Misaki's eyes widened, but then she laughed.
"It's understandable. I mean, it's okay if you didn't want to give your real name online—"
"That's not what I mean."
Misaki raised her eyebrows.
"I've been lying to you about my identity. I was behind that computer all that time, talking to you, going by the name of Takashi Komori because I knew the only way I could've told you who I really was would be in actuality. I apologize for doing so."
Misaki bit her lip. "Why? Well, what is your name, anyway?"
Takashi—or whatever his name was—smiled.
"Don't freak out, and please believe me when I say this."
Misaki's eyebrows rose further, but she nodded.
"My true name is Kiku Honda. I am the actual human representation of Japan."
Misaki's jaw dropped, and she eyed him up and down, and stood there frozen for a moment.
Then she exploded.
"Holy shit—are you possibly screwing with me, Takashi—or what's your name? I mean its either you're a really good cosplayer and your kidding me but you look ser—"
He silenced her with one, serious look that told her at once that he wasn't kidding.
"I really am. I am the human representation of Japan. I am no cosplayer. The World Meeting is happening in a few days, and I need your help. Believe me, Misaki."
Misaki stared at him in complete shock, and then she took a double look at him.
Then her mouth opened and closed for a bit, then her mouth opened again and she took in a deep breath, and was about to release in a full scream.
Kiku, knowing what she was about to do, quickly silenced her with his hand around her mouth, and her scream was muffled by his hands.
"No screaming, Misaki. We're in a public place."
Releasing her mouth, Misaki panted, staring at him.
"…Well, for one thing, something's telling me you're not lying. But holy shit—" She started getting more excited and clutching at her chest.
"So Hetalia is actually real? Like, real real. There's actual human representations of each country. Like, America. And England. And Russia. And Hungary. And oh God Prussia—"
Kiku laughed. "Yes, yes it is. You see, the author of Hetalia was actually my understudy…"
Misaki caught her breath. "Oh my God. Oh God oh God oh God—"
"Calm down, Misaki, people are staring at you." He laughed again.
Misaki glared at him. "Well, I can't help it! This guy who happens to be my fanfiction editor is the freaking representation of freaking Japan and changed my whole view on everything—wait, if you're the representation of Japan, how come you're my editor? I'm in the U.S. of A. America. In Florida. And what could you possibly need help from me? And why are you even here, meeting me? I thought this whole thing was supposed to be secret—"
"One question at a time. To answer your first question, I was observing the Hetalia fanbase, and then I came across your fanfictions. To be honest, your fanfictions were the best out of all the fanfictions I've read. Your doujinshis are fantastic and I greatly recommend your work. I met you on livejournal and was interested in your work ever since. For your second question, even nations have things they are interested in, no matter where are what they are. For your last question, that leads to the favor I must ask of you." Kiku took another sip of his drink, and Misaki flushed and sputtered.
"R-really? You think so? But you're Japan, surely there's better fanfictions you've read. Wait—what's this favor of yours?" Misaki hurried, and then she eyed him suspiciously.
Kiku put down his tea and looked at her straight in the eyes. "It's America and England. And immense sexual tension that needs to be solved. Desperately. America and England have been fighting so much for centuries now, it almost seems impossible for them to be together at this rate. At the last meeting, Francis even tried to make an attempt to pair the two up, but it only ended in disaster. I, however, plan to take a different approach. I need you to help me."
Misaki stared.
And stared.
"…You're asking me," Misaki slowly shifted in her seat, staring at him.
"…A normal girl, living in Florida…to help pair up America and England."
Kiku nodded.
Misaki screamed—or else tried to. Kiku, knowing what to do, covered her mouth again quickly with his hand.
"Holy shit—what the hell is going on? Oh God, why are you asking me this, out of all the doujinshi and fanfiction writers from all over the freaking world—"
"Trust my word on this. I need help. You've written so many different ways on how to pair those two up that even Francis and I couldn't even come up with. We need someone that loves them together more than anyone else." Kiku placed a hand on Misaki's.
Misaki nervously took deep breaths.
"…Well why would you need my help? They're obviously fated for each other. Maybe if you had given them more time…"
Kiku raised an eyebrow. "Almost 300 years? I think that's more than enough time."
Misaki sighed and leaned back in her chair. "…I'm still confused on how you're asking me this. I mean, this is real life. Actual America and England. I haven't paired up anybody in my life, and I live alone in an apartment, and I'm freaking 18 and I haven't even gotten myself a boyfriend, and the most I know about those two is from Hetalia doujinshis, the actual show and fanfictions…"
Kiku sighed and leaned forward. "That doesn't matter. I still believe you have the capability to do it. Talking to you all the time online taught me that you absolutely have the capability to pair up these two. What does literary form of this do any different? They obviously want each other, but they're too dense to realize their feelings for each other. They've been waiting too long. I'm not saying we should force their feelings. I'm saying that they already know their feelings, but they're too afraid to act upon it. So, we need to give them…well, a little push. Please, Misaki. For America and England."
Misaki's gaze wavered as she looked down.
Kiku slyly looked over at her.
"…And also for making America and England officially canon."
Misaki's head shot up, stared at him, then blushed and sighed, shaking his hand in defeat.
"…You know me too well. That's my absolute weakness." She grumbled, and Kiku smiled in silent accomplishment.
"…Okay. I'm in. But I need to ask you a few questions, first."
Clearing her throat, she folded her hands over the table and stared at him.
"What tactics have you and Francis tried?"
Kiku tilted his head. "Francis, well, immediately tried locking them in a closet for an hour. It didn't go out too well as we expected, though. They went out of the closet, glad to get away from each other. Then, Francis tried making the America jealous by flirting with England, but America just got even more infuriated."
Misaki rolled her eyes. "Oh, Francis. He's trying to rush things…well, it might've worked if you guys locked them in the closet after a few slow steps. You see, you can't rush anything. It only takes time, then the sexual tension builds up until it's begging for release."
Kiku smiled. "That's where you come in. I haven't tried anything yet, because I was observing them quietly. However, I needed help. From you, specifically."
Misaki grinned. "I can't believe I'm doing this, but I'm freaking excited. Okay. Okay I'm in. When's the meeting?"
"In two days, at England-san's house."
Misaki sighed, but nodded. "Okay. Does this mean I'm flying with you? 'Cause I'm totally not paying—"
Kiku laughed once again and nodded. "Of course. You'll be my understudy, so the other nations won't get suspicious."
Misaki grinned for a moment, but then her look turned serious.
"Okay, but I need to bring my bag. I need lots and lots of doujinshis. And a pen, a notebook, and maybe print out a couple of my favorite fanfictions."
Kiku smirked, a surprising sight for the man.
"It'll be nice working with you, Misaki."
"Oh, please, there's nothing better then seeing your favorite pairing turn canon up close and personal."
A/N: …Oh God, I'm done. xD Please give me some feedback if you like! Constructive criticism is really welcomed. Anyways, this is just the prologue. The real fun hasn't started yet. ;D