:G: JapanxReader - Pocky Game

You fling your feet onto your desk, admiring your (favorite shoe brand). You had a (favorite fruit) soda in one hand and your phone in the other. Screw the school rules, it was the last day; you could do whatever you want and no one could oppose. You brush some of your messy (hair color) hair out of your face to read the screen, taking a big slurp of your soda again.

You feel someone poke your shoulder. You spin in your chair and turn to a boy, black hair and brown eyes. Realizing that this was your long time crush, Kiku Honda*, you brush your hair out of your face again to see what he was requesting. He held out a yearbook and a sharpie in front of you. You quickly swipe the two objects from his hands and hover the sharpie over the autograph paper, blushing. What do I write? Your hand begins to shake violently as you can't find a solution. Maybe just write 'HAGS'? But that's too simple...

"Uh, excuse me, (name), not to be rude, but when wirl you be done?" Japan asked.

Shoot, I'm taking way too long! "Uh, just a second!" you say, quickly writing down 'HAGS!' like most people do. "Here you go," you whisper, handing back his yearbook. Your heart was pounding through your chest as you face away, smiling like an idiot. He noticed me! He knows I exist!

You notice students begin standing up. The bell was going to ring, which meant that summer vacation was about to start. Now that I think about it, though...it wasn't really a good message, was it? Have a good summer...Oh god, I'm such an idiot. The bell suddenly rings, dismissing you from class.

You rush out along the mob, holding your arms up high and cheering at the top of your lungs: school was out. You finally part from the group and walk to the corner of the street, where your friend Mei*, also known as Taiwan, was waiting. Pink flowers were perched in her long, dark brown hair and had a wild curl coming from the right side of her head. She, like you, was wearing a navy blue jacket over her white shirt and wore a red plaid skirt. Your black shoes beat against the ground as you run to catch up to Mei.

"I'm going to dread the next 100 days," Mei mutters.

"Why?" you ask in a concerned voice. "Don't you like summer vacation?" I thought everyone loved summer vacation. I mean, no more homework and time to hang out with friends!

"Well, I don't really have anything to do," Taiwan frowned, clenching onto her coat. "School actually killed some time. Being on the computer all day gets really boring and I refrain from speaking to other countries because some of them seem really scary. Especially that Russia guy who's been hanging around."

"What about Japan?" you ask. The truth is, every time someone mentioned his name, even in history class, you couldn't help but have a difficult time taming your inner fangirl. His shiny, black hair, his deep chocolate eyes, his observant nature...he was really worth it.

"Well, (name), you do make a good point. But then again Kiku's not really the social type, is he?"

"I guess..." you blush. "Can I tell you a secret, Meimei?" Meimei was the nickname you had given Taiwan, which meant younger sister in Chinese, plus it rolled off your tongue easily. The Taiwanese girl nodded. "I've got a crush on Japan, but I don't know what to do," you exhale.

Taiwan jumped back in shock. "We need to get you guys together. Now."

This is really uncharacteristic of Meimei...   "But how?" You ask. "I don't even know where he lives!"

"But I do," Taiwan smirked. "He lives in my neighborhood. You should come over tonight so I can hook you two up!" Mei exclaimed.

"Okay..." you whisper in agreement.

"Alright, be at my house by five tonight...and bring Pocky."

*~*~*~*

       You sling your (favorite color) messenger bag over your shoulder, tugging at the zipper to take a last check to see if you had not forgotten anything. Your (second favorite color) sleeping bag was toppled with a box of Pocky and your (phone brand); you had all necissary supplies. You head out and stroll through the suburban neighborhood, winding through streets. The sun was now setting and you take a peek at your phone for the time: 17:30. "Crap... I think I'm lost..." you whisper.

"Ahonhonhonhon, I zhink you are, mon cheri," a French accented voice chuckled.

"Kesesesese, vhat is a vrou like you doing out at zhis time?" a German-accented voice snickered.

"We can help you out, chica!"

You spin around in surprise to meet eyes with Francis*, Gilbert*, and Antonio*. You recognize them from school; everyone calls them 'The Bad Touch Trio.' These guys were up to no good. You walk back slowly, gripping your bag.

"Vhat, you don't want to hang out vith zhe awesome me?" Gilbert asks, grinning deviously.

"Hey! Reave her arone!" a voice calls from a distance. You face the direction it comes from, your (eye color) eyes widening. Japan walked next to you, his cheeks brushed pink. "Reave (name) arone." He was obviously uncomfortable, implying that he usually refrains from speaking.

"Oh look, Japan is protecting (name). How sweet," France winked. This caused Japan's face to burn a crimson color.

"Vell, you two are so boring...let's go."

France, Prussia, and Spain walked off, leaving you and Japan by yourself. This is so awkward... you think. You finally gather up enough courage to speak. "Thank you," you allege, mentally rewarding yourself for doing something out of the ordinary.

Japan turned his head toward you and smiled a bit. "No probrem." He turned and headed off the direction he originally came from.

Wait, didn't Kiku live in Mei's neighborhood? You hasten next to Japan, poking his shoulder. Sorry Japan, I know you hate your personal space being invaded like this... "Hey, I'm trying to get to Taiwan's house, but I'm really lost. Can you help me out?"

"Okay, just forrow me."

You trail behind Kiku, trying to keep control of your inner fangirl. Wah, he's so cute! I just want to hug him! You realized that you were giggling insanely thinking of him and slap your hand over your mouth.

Kiku turned to see your face red. "Is there something wrong, (name)?" he asked.

"N-no," you grunt, mentally slapping yourself. Dammit Japan, why are you so cute?!

"(Name)!" You get poked on the shoulder and turn to see Mei. You stop and step aside. Taiwan looks ahead and realizes that the person escorting you was the guy you liked. She gave you a mischievous look before greeting Japan. "Thanks Japan!" she beams, grabbing you by the arm. "Looks like little (name) lost her way again."

"No probrem."

"Hey, as a thank you, you want to come over tonight? I invited a bunch of friends, if that's okay with you. (Name), Korea, Hong Kong, and China will be there! It would be great having you there too."

"O-Oh rearry? I guess I'rr go then."

"My house at eight then!" Mei grinned before dragging you off to your house. "Damn, you got lucky. I thought someone had kidnapped you! Why were you following Kiku anyways?"

"I got chased down by the Bad Touch Trio, but Kiku stopped them." You smile dreamily, before having Taiwan's hand being waved into your face.

"Hey, you have to focus though, otherwise this plan won't work out!"

Wait, this is all a plan? I doubt that about the Japan part, but I have a feeling that Taiwan has told the other Asian countries. They'll probably carry out a plan; either way, I hope it wasn't Korea's idea.

*~*~*~*

It wasn't long until Kiku Honda, Im Yong Soo*, Yao Wang*, and Li Xiao Chun* were seated in a circle, talking. You and Taiwan were in her room, making plans. "Where's that box of pocky I told you to buy earlier?" Mei asked. You scramble off of her bed and rummage through your bag, holding out the red box of Japanese biscuits. You handed it to her, making her smile. "Thanks. So we'll go join their circle and play the pocky game."

"Wait, what's the pocky game?" you ask, but it was too late since Taiwan dashed to the living room. You followed and joined the circle of countries. Taiwan held out the box of pocky and smiled.

"Hey, pocky is original Chinese idea!" China snarled, crossing his arms.

"I think I made my own version of that, and that's the original, da-ze!"

"Either way, they're Japan's so let's just get on with it. We'll play the pocky game!" Taiwan chirped, opening the cardboard box.

"Wait, what is the pocky game? I'm not famiriar with it..." Japan confessed.

"I think it's something America came up with," you say, pushing a wisp of (hair color) hair behind your ear. "I don't know much about it."

"Oh, I think I know what it is!" Korea smirked, grabbing a pocky. "You see, two people hold one pocky in their mouth, each biting down at the opposite side." Korea held his fingers at both ends of the chocolate coated biscuit. "Whoever eats most of the pocky wins, da-ze!"

Oh, this is fantastic, guys. No, really, I like your logic on how Japan can actually tolerate having his face centimeters away from mine. "How do we choose our opponent?" You ask.

"I think it's like seven minutes in heaven, or you just choose your victim. Either way, I found a hat and put everyone's name in it. Here, (name) can go first." China handed a hat towards you and you pulled out a piece of paper. You unfold it, reading 'Japan'. Of course, I bet all the sheets say 'Japan' on it. "I...got...Japan," you say, blushing.

You look over to Japan, who was blushing madly. Korea handed you the pocky, acting as if he wasn't planning this. You hold the pocky between you and Kiku, frowning.

"Uh, (name), I just want you to know that...I mean, we are practicarry going to be kissing, but... I kind of...never mind."

He's refraining from speaking. You bite at one end nervously, while Japan takes the other. Should I try...?

"Go!" China yells.

You decide to eat it slowly. You squeeze your eyes and think. This is horrible. I hate this. Do not want. You open up your (eye color) orbs in surprise when you felt something warm touch your lips. A blush spread your cheeks when you realized that Japan was kissing you. You both part, hot-faced.

"Japan wins," Korea smirked. "You didn't even try, (name). It's like you wanted it- Ow!" Yao had kicked Yong Soo in the leg.

"Werr, since we...did kiss...I have something to confess..." Japan admitted, lowering his dark eyes. "I kind of...rike you..." He buried his face under his shiny black hair, hiding his emotions.

"I liked you since seventh grade," you acknowledge. Japan looked into your shiny (eye color) eyes and grew less tense. You're still so cute Japan! I would totally hug you right now. You inched closer to him and kissed his cheek, making him blush again.

Japan calmed down and looked at you again. "I rove you, (name)," Japan murmured. He held your hand and pressed his forehead against yours.

You'd never look at Pocky the same way ever again.