Sunlight was much to bright, he groaned rolling off his futon and onto the ground right beside it. His Okaa-san would be calling him to breakfast soon, while his Otou-san rushed him out the house and into the fields. Both his sisters would start the house-hold chores, Okaa-san needed rest if she was going to carry the baby to the end, and be finished by the time he and Otou-san completed the work in the fields
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Japan sipped his tea as America rambled on about the newest video game, and why hadn't Japan told him about the Super Secret Hidden Level? He hid a chuckle, America was like his Okaa-san. All sunshine and laughter
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I loved your prose, anon. In fact, I'm tempted to just say that I love everything about this - Japan's characterization, the way you got his voice down pat, his friendship with America, the Greece/Japan hints (America, you sneak XD) - and that its brevity felt just right for a piece like this, but I'm afraid of sounding cliche. (Though that hasn't stopped me from just doing that, hasn't it? >_>)
But seriously, this is exactly the kind of fill I love finding and reading for my favorite character. You did a wonderful job with this prompt, exploration of Japan's inner thoughts on becoming a nation, and his interactions with America and Greece.
And some days, much fewer then before, he wished he was Hikaru again, the little twelve year old that would run into the field after his Otou-san and come home every night to his sisters and Okaa-san.
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But seriously, this is exactly the kind of fill I love finding and reading for my favorite character. You did a wonderful job with this prompt, exploration of Japan's inner thoughts on becoming a nation, and his interactions with America and Greece.
And some days, much fewer then before, he wished he was Hikaru again, the little twelve year old that would run into the field after his Otou-san and come home every night to his sisters and Okaa-san.
That line just made my heart swell with warmth.
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