Japan x Reader: My Wish

Author's Note: Hetalia does not belong to me in any way, shape or form.

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A new day brought on by a magnificent sunrise and birds chirping happily.

At least that's how it would start in a perfect world.

But seeing as how it isn't, instead you woke up to the always unwelcome screeching of your alarm clock.  After finally managing to shut it off, you open your eyes where your vision is greeted with the amazing sight of rain: nothing but rain and clouds colored in a depressing gray.

Actually, the weather described how you felt perfectly.

Today was your birthday.  Usually that would make you estatic beyond words.  But it just wouldn't be the same without..

My sweetheart, you finished in your thoughts as a melancholy sigh passed your lips.

You glance at a picture next to your clock of your dear husband of nearly two years, Kiku Honda.

You loved this man with all of your heart and soul.  When you first told others about him, some were very happy for you.  Yet there were those who were creeped out by this because of the way he acted & spoke.  But you didn't care in the least: you loved the way he was & if someone didn't like him, that was their problem.

A week ago, he had to leave for another World Summit meeting. Of course, you were used to him being busy since he was the human personification of Japan, but your heart felt like it had been torn in two when he said that he wasn't sure if he would be able to make it home in time to celebrate your birthday.

There was that small spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, you would at least get some sort of message from him.

As you slowly got out of the bed, you somehow make your way to the answering machine & look at it.

Not a single message.

But if he didn't leave a message here...

Suddenly given a burst of hope, you quickly rummage through your purse for your cell phone.  Once you turn it on, you immediately check the voicemail.

Absolutely no messages, except one about lowering one's interest rate on credit cards: either that or it was something about single guys wanting to chat - with the way the person on the phone spoke, it was hard to tell.

You could feel a crying fit start to come on.

I'm not going to cry. Not now but later. That would be your mantra for today.  As upset as you were, you had to put on a smile: after all, it's not everyday that it's your birthday.

Fifteen minutes later, your dressed in your favorite shirt & jeans, while your [hair color] hair is fixed just the way you like it.

Just as you were making your way to the living room, you hear someone knocking on your front door very loudly.

"Yo, [Name]!"

You rolled your eyes and despite how sad you were, you let a smile slip. You'd know that voice anywhere.

"Just a second, Al!" you cried as you unlocked & opened the door.  There was Alfred F. Jones, 'the hero' as he often called himself.  Of no surprise to you, he wore his dark brown bomber jacket as well as a pair of his really faded blue denim jeans & a t-shirt with the American flag proudly displayed.

"Happy birthday, [Name]!" he cried as he enveloped you in a tight hug.

"Thanks," you answer weakly as you return the hug.

Alfred released you from his grip & blinked a little bit.  "What's the matter?" he asked.  "This is your b-day, yo!  You should be happy, so c'mon & shake your booty!" He did exactly that; you laugh a little at his antics, but your smile quickly fades.

Knowing all too well what was on your mind, Alfred gently patted your shoulder consolingly.  "I know you miss him", he continued, "but he'll be back sooner than you think."

All you can do is nod.

Suddenly, Alfred slapped his hand to his forehead.  "Aw dammit! I totally forgot your present!" he cried.  "I could've sworn I'd - well never mind.  So um, just do me a favor.  Close your eyes."

You blinked in shock. "What?"

"Please?" he begged, giving his best 'puppy dog' eyes.  "I just want it to be a surprise! Please please please please ple-"

"Calm down, Al!" you hastily respond.  "If that's what you want, I'll do it! Just turn it down a notch, okay?"

"Sweet!" he cried, pumping his fist in the air.  "So just stay here and keep your eyes shut as tight as possible." He slowly backed away towards the doorway.  "I'll let you know when you can open them, okay?  I'll be back in a jiffy!"  Before you can say anything else, he rushes out the door.

Well, I guess there's nothing else to do except do as he says, you say to yourself as you close your eyes.

It was oddly quiet as you stood there for.. well..

Let's just say it was quite a while (or at least it felt that way).

Finally, you couldn't keep it in anymore.

"Dammit Al!" you cried.  "How much longer do I have to - "

Your voice was silenced when a pair of lips softly pressed against yours.

You immediately break the kiss & back away from him.  Of all the things Alfred could have done, this was going way too far.

"Hey! Cut that out!"

"But I thought you riked my kisses."

W-Wait.. It can't be..

Quickly, you open your eyes to see Kiku standing there with a gentle smile.  Your eyes fill with tears of joy as you hastily embrace him & kiss his cheek.

"Kiku!  I've missed you so much!" you said, though you were barely audible through your tears.  But Kiku heard the message well enough.

"Otanjobiomedeto, watashi no ai," he gently replied.  He gently raised your face so he could look into your [eye color] eyes; without another word, he pressed his lips against yours.  You sighed contentedly as you happily returned the kiss & pressed your body closer to him.

Needless to say, this was the best birthday present you could ever receive.