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Hetalia x Reader: Snowbirds (Japan)

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Published: Dec 25, 2013

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I saw Japan taking pictures of the food along with China who looked disgusted. I went up to them and saw Kiku taking several pictures of the holiday cakes and cookies.
“What cha doin’?~” I cheered behind them causing them to jump.
“We don’t need any more ninjas! And I don’t need any more heart attacks, aru!” Yao began to walk away muttering, “I’m too old for this…” I giggled a bit and turned back to my Japanese friend, who as soon as his eyes met mine spun his head to the side.
“So what were you doing?” I asked, curious.
“Oh! We were taking pictures of the funny rooking foods.” He replied, still not looking at me.

“Are you okay?” I asked getting a little closer causing him to back up a little.
“You are too crose… I like my personar space, Miss (Y/n)-san.” I felt bad but continued walking forward.
“I’m just trying to help. I don’t me to offend you-” I was cut off by Kiku accidently falling onto the food table. “You okay, Kiku?” I asked offering a hand. His face flushed red but took my hand. I helped him up and he regained a “safe” distance from me.
“Yes, I am fine.” He said wiping off some frosting from his coat. I rolled my eyes and laughed.
“Follow me, I think my friend, (guy friend’s name), keeps some of his extra clothes in the locker room.” I said leading him through the crowd. We left behind a trail of frosting and “Excuse me, I’m sorry”’s. Finally when we got there I had to reach to the top shelf to grab the bundle of clothes. I struggled to grab them but after reach for a good minute or so they fell down. I turned back to Japan who had a bloody nose and a red face. I giggled and gave him the clothes before pointing off to the bathroom. He scurried off and emerged a few minutes later with the large clothing on him. Kiku didn’t look amused but thanked me. “Hold on, you got some frosting on your chin.” I said licking my thumb and wiping the little green mess off the Japanese male’s chin. His face was bright red and I giggled. “There! Perfect.” I stepped away admiring my work.
“Thank you, Miss (Y/n)-san.”
“You don’t need to call me that, Kiku. We’re friends, just call me (Y/n).”
“Arright, (Y-Y/n)-san.” He replied looking away again.
“How about we eat food this time?” I asked pulling him back to the food table.
“It’s all so inedibre…” He muttered.
“Here, I made these. I think you’ll like them.” I said handing him a cookie with frosting. Japan skeptically took a bite and then smiled.
“These are very good, (Y/n)-san.”
“See! You don’t have to be afraid to eat weird colored things.” I said and he looked back to the table and sighed.
“If you say so…” Japan took a small slice of the green and brown cake shaped like a log America had brought. He took a bite and smiled. “You are right.” He declared eating more. “You should try some.” He held some out for me and I ate it.
“It is good.” I said giggling.
“What’s so funny?” Kiku asked.
“Your sugar high has distracted you enough for you grab hold of my hand and break your own personal space bubble.” I giggled. His face turned red before he looked down to his hand and saw it gripping mine. He let go and stumbled backwards.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, (Y/n)-san.” Japan quickly said.
“You didn’t offend me. Sorry for this, Kiku, but I can’t resist.” I said deviously before pecking his cheek with a kiss. He turned bright red and held my hand the rest of the night.