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Papa!JapanxChild!Reader: Cherry Blossoms CH3

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NOTE: I hope my pace is alright for you guys! Japan might be a tad OOC in this, I’m sorry if he turns out like that. But, putting that aside, let the fluff commence!

After brushing (y/n)’s hair and getting her cleaned up, Japan decides to take her out to the better parts of the city. With some free time, he has managed to look up some little festivals for the evening. The country slips his shoes on and looks over to the little girl, who now sports some clean clothes of hers from when Japan had found the child. He smiles to the girl and offers his hand, which she takes gladly, “What’s the festival about, otousan?” (y/n) asks with gleaming eyes, rather eager to spend time with the man.

Japan opens the door, welcoming the cool breeze that blows in. He gestures outside, watching as the girl steps out. He follows shortly and locks the door, “The festival is a cherry blossom festival. They will have a lot of food and some fun activities. If you want, (y/n)-chan, we can stay after dark and go through the sakura trees. They will have lights on them,” the country says contently, his tone reflecting how eager he is. To be truthful, Japan has always gone to festivals and celebrations alone. No one to accompany him, he could only keep the experiences to himself. But, now with (y/n), he can share the experience and memories with the girl.

I think this will be a fun night, he thinks with conviction, walking down the stone path to the gate. He opens it and then closes it after the little girl catches up, obviously rather happy with the evening’s schedule. The child holds onto Japan’s sleeve, staying close to him as they walk down the sidewalk. Japan can tell how the poor girl feels scared, since it’s only been a day when her father had chased her down. He rests a light hand on her back, giving it a gentle rub, “Daijoubu, (y/n),” he soothes softly, his amber eyes looking down to her.

(y/n) meagerly nods and then stops walking, raising her arms shyly. She rubs her eye with a little move of her small hand. Japan pauses as well, blushing a little at the quiet request. So, I should carry her? I hope she will be okay, he thinks, trying to adjust to raising a child.

He gives a curt nod and then picks up the child, resting her on his hip with a light movement, “Daijoubu,” he reminds her gently, continuing to walk towards the festival. (y/n) rests her little head on his shoulder, relaxing under the silent journey. The quiet aura is soon disrupted by the impending noise of music, the drums being heard first. Japan is unfazed by this, his expression changing to one of excitement.

“We are almost there,” he tells the girl in his hold, which perks her head up to look at the street in front of them. Stores are lined up on the left side of the bustling streets, while neatly planted Cherry Blossom trees are on the other side of the street, where the concrete slowly blends into the green grass. The country walks closer to the source of the noise, eventually having to meander around in the crowd, with a series of sumimasen’s and gomenasai’s.  

On the other hand, (y/n) is enjoying the festival. Just being with the people, the music that resonates through the area, and the smell of delicious food makes the day feel almost magical. She smiles and looks to Japan for a minute, already in the moment of the little festival, “This looks really fun, otousan!” she exclaims, catching the country’s attention. Her finger points over to a comfy booth, which has some masks hanging on the back wall of the booth, while a series of bottles sat on the ground, with a pile of colorful rings next to it. Some people are nearby the both, but it’s relatively quiet.

Japan nods lightly, recognizing some of the Asian masks that decorate the booth. He smiles over to the child, “would you like to play the game, (y/n)-chan?” he asks, patting her back lightly.

She giggles softly, relaxing from the friendly atmosphere of the festival, “Hai!” she tells him, wondering if it’s the right word to use. I think that’s yes, right? Otousan would use it whenever I asked a question, she thinks to herself, perplexed when Japan’s gentle smile appears again.

“Alright, then we will do that. You seem to be picking up the language, (y/n)-chan. I feel that you will be fluent when the festival is over,” he says with a subtle, playful tone. The child only nods with a grin on her little face, holding onto the man as he goes to the booth.

Arriving to the booth, Japan notices that the masks have intricate details and flowing markings, as if the artist spent a long time on each individual item. He looks to the person running the booth and speaks to them in his native tongue, “Sumimasen, kore wa ikura desu ka?”  The booth runner responds with a quick tone, while Japan pulls out a bill of five yen from his pocket. He hands it to the person and then looks to (y/n), setting her down on the ground, “(y/n)-chan, do you know how to play this game?” he asks her, managing a little smile.

The child looks up, then to the rings. She nods with a smile, giving a small laugh, “Hai! I do, otousan!” she tells him, before picking up the rings. She looks to the bottles and frowns a bit. The (e/c) little girl concentrates on the bottles, I can do this! It’s gonna be easy! she thinks to herself, trying to boost her confidence. With a smile, she throws one of the rings, expecting it to fly on the bottle with ease.

Seeing the red circle bounce off the targeted bottle made (y/n)’s innocent smile vanish, replaced by a little scowl. She picks up the other ring, giving her five more to toss. The (h/c) child thinks about it for a minute, not wanting to fumble like before. That wasn’t good! What should I do…? I guess I need to toss it higher, she reasons, focusing on the game. Japan, on the other hand, watches with curiosity as his daughter plays the festival game.

His brown eyes watch her for a little longer, about to linger to the masks when a shout causes him to tense. Japan looks down, only to find out that the little musume was the source of it.

“I won! I did it!” she shouts gleefully, her (e/c) orbs sparkling in the light of nearby lanterns. She makes a little jump, blushing shyly at her outbursts of success.

The country’s nervous look softens, his smile staying there as he bends down to hug (y/n), “Hai, Hai! Omedetou, (y/n)-chan,” he tells her sincerely, rubbing her back a little. She embraces the hug and then lets go with a squirm, eager to receive her prize. (y/n) looks around, before choosing a plush shiba inu out of the array of prizes. She stretches her arms out excitedly as she is handed the soft toy, immediately cuddling it close to her chest. She starts to go to the next booth, but is stopped with a light touch on the shoulder from Japan. The little girl turns around, looking to her adopted father shyly, “Did I do something wrong?” she asks lightly, suddenly recalling her punishments from her original father. A knot tightens inside her chest, Will Otousan do the same to me? she thinks in alarm, wishing that it won’t be like that.

Seeing the panic in (y/n)’s eyes made him frown worriedly, shaking a hand,“Iieh, iieh,” he tells her quickly, giving her a hug for comfort. He looks down at the fragile child, rubbing her back to calm her down, “Can you say thank you to the man?” He asks softly, as (y/n) sniffles a bit. She nods and looks over to the man, wanting to say it in Japanese.

(y/n) looks back to the country, tugging his jacket shyly, “W-what is thank you in Japanese?” she asks him, feeling a little embarrassed. Japan gazes to the child and rests a hand on her shoulder, wanting to help her relax. Oh, poor sakura…I’m sorry to have put you in the spotlight. I know how it feels sometimes, he thinks, starting to respond with a kind tone.

“It’s arigatou,” he tells her, using his accent to pronounce the phrase. His little (y/n) bobs her head with understanding, grateful for the assistance.

The child lets go of Japan and goes over to the man running the booth, “A-Arigatou,” she tells him with a stammer and nervous smile, a blush making its way to her face. She then runs back into Japan’s arms, hugging him with her plush.

The man at the booth smiles to (y/n) politely, exchanging a “your welcome” in return. Japan waves politely to the man and then walks (y/n) down the street, wanting to look for some food. Booths with fried shrimp, octopus, and other seafood busy themselves for the crowds of customers lining up at the entrances. The country sighs lightly, looking up to the sky, only to notice that the sun has already set. His gaze goes down to the little girl beside him. He can’t help but pat her shoulder, “Are you having fun, (y/n)-chan?” he asks, watching as she looks up to him with a smile. (y/n) nods, snuggling the plush to her cheek. Japan blushes at this, finding the action rather cute. Oh no…This is too cute! he thinks to himself, feeling like he could just swoop the child up and give her a hug. But, he refrains from doing so, knowing full well that there is a fine border between giving in to cuteness and respecting it while its there.

He keeps walking, going over to a booth with sushi. He holds (y/n)’s hand to make sure she doesn’t get lost, smiling down to her lightly, “Are you hungry? It seems like dinner time about know,” he tells here, seating himself at one of the booth’s barstools. (y/n) tries to do the same, but is picked up by the country and placed on a stool beside him, “Douzo. Is that better?” he asks, earning a smile from (y/n). She then looks around, frowning a bit as she hugs her plush, “What’s wrong?” he asks her now, seeing the little frown on her lips.

“Mr.Poki doesn’t have a place to sit,” she complains shyly, holding out the dog plush for proof. Japan nods softly, finding the name interesting for the little plush.

He blushes a bit,  “Ah, Poki-san can sit on the stool next to you, right? I don’t believe Poki-san would want to be on the counter,” he tells her, gesturing to the seat next to the little girl. She manages a nod, placing the inanimate plush beside her.

“Otousan? Can I have sushi?” she asks Japan as she sips on some water that one of the chefs gave her.

“Hai, we can share a plate,” he responds, sipping on his own water. The man talks with his daughter while they wait for their food, having a wonderful time with the little girl. The festival is a good idea, he thinks to himself happily, (y/n)-chan seems to be having a lot of fun as well. Maybe we should do this more often, he points out, pausing in their conversation as the plate of sushi is placed in front of the two.

(y/n) gasps a little, looking at the array of sushi with awe, “It looks really good, otousan,” she breathes, wanting to have a bite immediately. She pauses herself and clasps her hands together, recalling the phrase Japan used earlier, “I-Itadakimasu!” she tries to say, which receives a small laugh from Japan. He looks at her with a gleam of joy in his eyes, clasping his hands together to do the same.

The two share their meal with a happy aura around them, both enjoying the sights and food of the festival. (y/n) thinks of all the fun she has had so far with the country, enjoying how nice he is to her, I can’t believe he has let me stay with him. All the things that he has done…I can’t believe it, she thinks, sincerely grateful for what he has done. She focuses her mind on the present, managing to stuff down five sushi rolls before considering herself full.

Japan finishes a portion of the sushi, wiping his mouth with a napkin before saying, “Gochisousama,” when he finished his meal. The country smiles towards his child, noticing some rice sticking to the side of (y/n)’s mouth. He quietly reaches over with a napkin, wiping it off, “You ate the sushi rather quickly, huh,” he says, (y/n) giggling after Japan pulls back his hand.

“I was hungry, otouan!” she tells him, gathering her plush in her arms. The country nods his head and smiles some more, gently patting hers. He pays the booth for the food and picks (y/n) up, placing her on his hip. Japan then walks down the street, this time going over to the cherry blossom trees. He watches as faint pink lights come off of the trees, the lines of light bulbs wrapped around the branches in an intricate and graceful pattern. (y/n) rests her head on his shoulder, looking at the lights in awe, “They’re so pretty,” she whispers.

Japan smiles softly, giving a content sigh, “hai, they are, (y/n)-chan,” he whispers in return, walking down the pathway slowly. He keeps looking at the calming lights, which places shadows of the cherry blossoms on the ground below. The pink hue reminds him of a calmer and happier time, when Japan was starting out as a country. He shakes off the memory, wanting to focus on his daughter in his arms, “(y/n)-chan, are you-,” he starts, but doesn’t finish the sentence as his eyes gently look down at the girl. (y/n) is asleep in his arms, holding the toy close to her chest. He smiles softly at the sight, kissing her forehead lightly, “Oyasuminasai, (y/n)-chan. Aishiteru,” he whispers, now starting to make his way back home.

The pink light from the cherry blossoms fades as Japan heads farther away, but the blossomed flowers will always be with him. After all, he has one in his arms right now.

Sleep well, my little sakura…
NOTE: I hope my pace is alright for you guys! Japan might be a tad OOC in this, I'm sorry if he turns out like that. But, putting that aside, let the fluff commence!

Japan and Hetalia belong to Hidekazu Himaruya! :iconyayjapanplz: 

You, belong to you! (Well, not anymore.... ;D )

Translations:
Otousan|| お父さん || Father (Polite way *rather means your father, but I didn't want to use chichi *. I would use Chi Chi, which means father, or my father: 父 )
Sakura|| さくら || Chery blossom. 
Daijoubu|| だいじょうぶ || It's okay/It's alright.
Sumimasen|| すみません || Excuse me.
Gomennasai|| ごめんなさい || I'm sorry 
Sumimasen. Kore wa, ikura desu ka?|| すみませんこれはいくらですか? || Excuse me, how much is this?
Musume|| むずめ || Daughter
Hai, Omedetou|| はい、おめでとう || Yes, congratulations. 
Iieh|| いいえ || No.
Arigatou|| ありがとう || Thank you.
Douzo|| どうぞ || Here you go/Here. 
Itadakimasu|| いただきます || Thank you for the meal. (Before you eat)
Gochisousama|| ごちそうさま || Thank you for the meal. (After you eat)
Oyasuminasai. || おやすみなさい || Good night.
Aishiteru|| あいしてる || Love you.
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Chapter One: Papa!JapanxChild!Reader: Cherry Blossoms CH1
Chapter Two: Papa!JapanxChild!Reader: Cherry Blossoms CH2
Chapter Three: You are here!
Chapter Four: Papa!JapanxChild!Reader: Cherry Blossoms CH4
Chapter Five: Papa!JapanxChild!Reader: Cherry Blossoms CH5
Chapter Six: Papa!JapanxChild!Reader: Cherry Blossoms CH6
Chapter Seven: Papa!JapanxChild!Reader: Cherry Blossoms CH7
Chapter Eight: Papa!JapanxChild!Reader: Cherry Blossoms: CH8
Chapter Nine: Papa!JapanxChild!Reader: Cherry Blossoms CH9
Chapter Ten:Papa!JapanxChild!Reader: Cherry Blossoms CH10
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*dies of kawaiiness*