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NOTE: Sorry for nothing really going on in the last chapter, I hope the action in this one makes up for it! ☺ Warning, some violence will occur!
Spending the latter of last night watching animated films and shows, the little (y/n) was exhausted. She was out cold by the time Japan finished up his third cup of ocha.
“Otousan…?” murmurs the tired little girl, as she wakes up from her deep slumber. She slips out of the bed with her plush and starts to walk into the hall, realizing how quiet the house is. She frowns to herself, feeling concerned about the silence. Otousan? Where are you? she thinks, venturing around the house as the sky remains a dark, purple shade. She finds Japan’s room, peering in to see his form curled up on the neat bed. (y/n) makes a small whimper, going towards her father’s bed with quiet little steps. She stands up on the tip of her toes to nudge his shoulder, causing the old man to stir.
“Hm…? (y/n)-chan, daijoubu?” he asks softly, squinting his eyes to adjust to the minimal lighting. (y/n) shakes her head, raising her arms up towards the man.
He lifts her into his warm bed with practiced ease, watching as the child curls up against his chest, “I didn’t know where you were…I was lonely,” she tells him, snuggling up to the plush in her hands. The country nods softly, running a hand on her back slowly. He remains quiet as the girl lies against him, the faint shimmering of leaves outside accompanying their quiet interaction.
“Let’s go back to be, all right?” he whispers, kissing her head gently. He rests his head back on his pillow, while the child does the same. Within minutes, the two fall back to a peaceful rest, even if it will last for a few more hours.
At six in the morning, Japan gently shakes (y/n) awake. She opens her eyes with an unsatisfied groan, “Otousan…” she trails off, reluctantly slipping out of his large bed, being careful when she touches her feet to the ground. Japan sighs softly, making a weary smile as he gets out of the bed. He makes the bed efficiently, as if he had never fallen asleep. He then goes to his closet, getting his clothing in place.
(y/n), on the other hand, slouches and stands near the door, sincerely wanting to do nothing else but sleep. Getting up at who-knows-when has made her exhausted. Why can’t I go back to sleep? I don’t really want to go with Otousan to training, she trails off, but then realizes the mistake. Without her father, she’ll be alone. She doesn’t want to be alone, particularly if her original father is on the prowl. She shivers, not wanting to talk about that man.
Japan dresses inside his restroom, coming out in his white uniform and black shoes. The man offers a hand to (y/n) as he walks her out, leading her to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. The country doesn’t want to be late for training, in fear of having to run extra laps, courtesy of the Germanic country that he calls his friend.
He hands the child a small cereal bar, while he himself only has a rice ball and some more ocha. (y/n) takes the bar and eats it quickly, rather happy to focus on something else than sleep. Or…anything else than sleep. Once finished with their quick meals, Japan escorts his daughter out of the house and to his car. He seats the child in the back seat, making sure she is buckled in, and then puts himself in the driver’s seat. On the second try of turning his car keys, the man drives off to the training area, trying his best to be punctual. Oh, I hope I’m not late. Germany-san will be very mad at me this time, he thinks, shivering lightly at the thought. A mad Germany is a scary one!
Meanwhile, (y/n)’s (e/c) orbs look through the car window, taking in the passing buildings and trees. She yawns lightly, watching closer plants become a blur compared to the farther away trees. She rubs her eyes, noticing a truck follow their car. The little girl turns around to see more of the vehicle, causing her to freeze in place.
Her heart races while her throat seems to close on her. Oh, she recognizes the truck. She knows of it very well. That…it can’t be! (y/n) thinks with panic in her eyes, watching as the truck speeds up to close the gap between their cars. She lets out whatever noise she can; a feeble whimper, before clenching her plush close to her chest. She sniffles, wanting to speak up so bad to her adoptive father, but her voice fails her.
Japan continues to drive, rather unaware of the distressed child behind him. Looking in his back mirror, he frowns as a truck accelerates rather quickly. The man speeds up slowly, not wanting the truck to crash into him. Odd…Why is that man going so fast? No one this early is in a hurry, he notes, becoming suspicious of the truck. Yet, he continues to drive in some ease, almost arriving to the track.
But, at the stoplight, something went wrong. Japan stops at the red light, becoming distressed when the white truck behind him keeps going. Instead of stopping, the car accelerates straight into Japan’s vehicle. The country yelps as he feels the car crunch and squish, flipping over from the speed of the impact. Yet, the truck keeps driving, causing some more dents and broken glass. Japan’s side of the car is flat against the ground, the roof cave in towards the back end with the rear seats squished in some places. He panics, now worried for his child, his little sakura.
“(y/n)!” he shouts desperately, tears pricking at the corners of his brown eyes. He tries to unbuckle his seat belt, only to end up ripping the flimsy rope off his body. He looks around, particularly to the dreaded backseat. His eyes widen in horror, noticing the splatter of blood on the seats and roof of his car, realizing that not all of it is his. His heart sinks with worry, now his search for the girl becomes desperate. Oh, Y/n-chan, where are you? Are you okay? Oh, please tell me you are okay! Please, please, please be okay! he thinks with a sob in his throat, unable to speak from the situation.
Like an animal, he merely huffs in anguish as he goes to the back of his car, kicking the back window out with his shoe, while removing some of the broken seat out of his way. When he sees his little muzume, his sakura, he can’t even breathe.
The little girl’s form is curled up, but something is terribly wrong. Blood coats the back of her seat and the back of her head, while her side seems to be misshapen around her ribs. Japan can’t believe the sight, unable to comprehend what happened during the short amount of time.
He reaches a hand over, fighting so hard to keep his sob inside of his mouth, and gently moves her shoulder, “(y-y/n)-chan, please wake up. Otousan needs you to wake up,” he pleads with a whisper, his tone trembling. The girl remains still, like a rag doll under his touch. Japan frowns deeply, feeling his lip quiver from the site of the still child. She…She can’t be! I know she’s stronger than this, Japan reasons as he carefully pulls the child into his arms, going to exit through the back window. He pauses, seeing the plush dog of hers on the seat, patches of blood covering its fur. He picks the toy up as well, before carefully climbing out of the vehicle.
He sets the still child down in his lap while he sits on the asphalt, calling Germany and Italy to let them know of the accident. Then, he calls the paramedics, hoping his child will be alright.
He kisses her bloodied cheek gently, shaking her shoulder lightly, “(y-y/n), (y/n), please wake up, sakura,” he says in a trembling whisper, his voice pleading, wishing that she isn’t dead. The child, much to the poor man’s dismay, stays still in his gentle arms, her face at ease despite the brutal accident.
Japan sniffles, trying to control the cries that rise inside of him. He closes his eyes, allowing the steady stream of tears to cascade down his cheeks, which drip onto his daughter’s hands. He cries quietly, hearing the distant wailing of the ambulance. Yet, he also hears a car screech towards the side of him, feeling a hand upon his shoulder right after the car. Japan looks up, not even hiding the sorrow he feels. The hand belongs to Germany, whose stern face softens when he notices the state Japan is in.
“Oh, Japan, I’m so sorry,” he begins, keeping his tone quiet.
The Japanese, however, shakes his head and cries silently, hugging the limp child close, “My little sakura…The truck didn’t even stop, it kept going,” he whispers, his tone wobbly and creaky. He cries some more, feeling his body tremble under each breath he takes. Japan sniffles, kissing the girl’s cheek again, desperately wanting her to move. She needs to be alive, she has to! My sakura won’t give up like that! he thinks, feeling anguish rise within in from the response less child in his arms.
“O-Otousan,” comes out a feeble whisper, which makes Japan quiet down. He wipes his eyes, peering at the weak girl. He can’t believe it. She’s alive!
“Muzume,” he breathes, sniffling a bit. He kisses her head, letting his hand trail down to hers, wrapping his own around her weak limb, “Please don’t close your eyes, my little sakura,” he pleads, his tone soft. (y/n) shakes her head, her face contorting barely into a dismissive expression.
“But I’m tired,” she breathes out, her eyes starting to feel heaving as the time passes on. Japan shakes his head quickly, feeling Italy and Germany stay close. He kisses her cheek again, so glad that she’s alive.
“Gomennasai, (y/n), but I need you to stay awake. You can sleep later, alright?” he whispers, sniffling a bit. The child weakly frowns, but does manage to stay awake as the paramedics arrive.
Within two minutes, she is loaded onto a stretcher and attached to a series of monitors and tubs, all of which being observed by the paramedics inside the ambulance. Japan sits inside the truck, right alongside his child. Germany and Italy had arranged to meet up at the hospital, which isn’t another ten miles away.
Now, on the ride to the hospital, Japan holds (y/n)’s hand tightly. He often brings it to his bloody lips to kiss it, to comfort himself and his daughter. He worries for her, particularly for her safety. With that car accident, I feel that we can’t be safe except for at home, he thinks, feeling threatened by the child’s past. But, at this thought, he shakes it off, (y/n) isn’t responsible for this! It’s her father. The poor child has nothing to do with this, he thinks, kissing the child’s hand once more, “(y/n), totemo aishiteru,” he breathes shakily, earning a weak smile from his daughter.
The girl gives Japan’s hand a faint squeeze, while responding, “I love you too, Otousan,” with the faintest of whispers. She then coughs, the action racking her body up. (y/n) winces in pain as a medic gently pushes her chest down, getting her to lie flat on her back once more.
Japan almost forgets about his own injuries, feeling some pain in his left arm and shoulder. However, he stays silent about it, only caring for the sake of his daughter.
“Please be okay, my little sakura,” he whispers, wiping the remaining tears from his eyes.
Spending the latter of last night watching animated films and shows, the little (y/n) was exhausted. She was out cold by the time Japan finished up his third cup of ocha.
“Otousan…?” murmurs the tired little girl, as she wakes up from her deep slumber. She slips out of the bed with her plush and starts to walk into the hall, realizing how quiet the house is. She frowns to herself, feeling concerned about the silence. Otousan? Where are you? she thinks, venturing around the house as the sky remains a dark, purple shade. She finds Japan’s room, peering in to see his form curled up on the neat bed. (y/n) makes a small whimper, going towards her father’s bed with quiet little steps. She stands up on the tip of her toes to nudge his shoulder, causing the old man to stir.
“Hm…? (y/n)-chan, daijoubu?” he asks softly, squinting his eyes to adjust to the minimal lighting. (y/n) shakes her head, raising her arms up towards the man.
He lifts her into his warm bed with practiced ease, watching as the child curls up against his chest, “I didn’t know where you were…I was lonely,” she tells him, snuggling up to the plush in her hands. The country nods softly, running a hand on her back slowly. He remains quiet as the girl lies against him, the faint shimmering of leaves outside accompanying their quiet interaction.
“Let’s go back to be, all right?” he whispers, kissing her head gently. He rests his head back on his pillow, while the child does the same. Within minutes, the two fall back to a peaceful rest, even if it will last for a few more hours.
At six in the morning, Japan gently shakes (y/n) awake. She opens her eyes with an unsatisfied groan, “Otousan…” she trails off, reluctantly slipping out of his large bed, being careful when she touches her feet to the ground. Japan sighs softly, making a weary smile as he gets out of the bed. He makes the bed efficiently, as if he had never fallen asleep. He then goes to his closet, getting his clothing in place.
(y/n), on the other hand, slouches and stands near the door, sincerely wanting to do nothing else but sleep. Getting up at who-knows-when has made her exhausted. Why can’t I go back to sleep? I don’t really want to go with Otousan to training, she trails off, but then realizes the mistake. Without her father, she’ll be alone. She doesn’t want to be alone, particularly if her original father is on the prowl. She shivers, not wanting to talk about that man.
Japan dresses inside his restroom, coming out in his white uniform and black shoes. The man offers a hand to (y/n) as he walks her out, leading her to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. The country doesn’t want to be late for training, in fear of having to run extra laps, courtesy of the Germanic country that he calls his friend.
He hands the child a small cereal bar, while he himself only has a rice ball and some more ocha. (y/n) takes the bar and eats it quickly, rather happy to focus on something else than sleep. Or…anything else than sleep. Once finished with their quick meals, Japan escorts his daughter out of the house and to his car. He seats the child in the back seat, making sure she is buckled in, and then puts himself in the driver’s seat. On the second try of turning his car keys, the man drives off to the training area, trying his best to be punctual. Oh, I hope I’m not late. Germany-san will be very mad at me this time, he thinks, shivering lightly at the thought. A mad Germany is a scary one!
Meanwhile, (y/n)’s (e/c) orbs look through the car window, taking in the passing buildings and trees. She yawns lightly, watching closer plants become a blur compared to the farther away trees. She rubs her eyes, noticing a truck follow their car. The little girl turns around to see more of the vehicle, causing her to freeze in place.
Her heart races while her throat seems to close on her. Oh, she recognizes the truck. She knows of it very well. That…it can’t be! (y/n) thinks with panic in her eyes, watching as the truck speeds up to close the gap between their cars. She lets out whatever noise she can; a feeble whimper, before clenching her plush close to her chest. She sniffles, wanting to speak up so bad to her adoptive father, but her voice fails her.
Japan continues to drive, rather unaware of the distressed child behind him. Looking in his back mirror, he frowns as a truck accelerates rather quickly. The man speeds up slowly, not wanting the truck to crash into him. Odd…Why is that man going so fast? No one this early is in a hurry, he notes, becoming suspicious of the truck. Yet, he continues to drive in some ease, almost arriving to the track.
But, at the stoplight, something went wrong. Japan stops at the red light, becoming distressed when the white truck behind him keeps going. Instead of stopping, the car accelerates straight into Japan’s vehicle. The country yelps as he feels the car crunch and squish, flipping over from the speed of the impact. Yet, the truck keeps driving, causing some more dents and broken glass. Japan’s side of the car is flat against the ground, the roof cave in towards the back end with the rear seats squished in some places. He panics, now worried for his child, his little sakura.
“(y/n)!” he shouts desperately, tears pricking at the corners of his brown eyes. He tries to unbuckle his seat belt, only to end up ripping the flimsy rope off his body. He looks around, particularly to the dreaded backseat. His eyes widen in horror, noticing the splatter of blood on the seats and roof of his car, realizing that not all of it is his. His heart sinks with worry, now his search for the girl becomes desperate. Oh, Y/n-chan, where are you? Are you okay? Oh, please tell me you are okay! Please, please, please be okay! he thinks with a sob in his throat, unable to speak from the situation.
Like an animal, he merely huffs in anguish as he goes to the back of his car, kicking the back window out with his shoe, while removing some of the broken seat out of his way. When he sees his little muzume, his sakura, he can’t even breathe.
The little girl’s form is curled up, but something is terribly wrong. Blood coats the back of her seat and the back of her head, while her side seems to be misshapen around her ribs. Japan can’t believe the sight, unable to comprehend what happened during the short amount of time.
He reaches a hand over, fighting so hard to keep his sob inside of his mouth, and gently moves her shoulder, “(y-y/n)-chan, please wake up. Otousan needs you to wake up,” he pleads with a whisper, his tone trembling. The girl remains still, like a rag doll under his touch. Japan frowns deeply, feeling his lip quiver from the site of the still child. She…She can’t be! I know she’s stronger than this, Japan reasons as he carefully pulls the child into his arms, going to exit through the back window. He pauses, seeing the plush dog of hers on the seat, patches of blood covering its fur. He picks the toy up as well, before carefully climbing out of the vehicle.
He sets the still child down in his lap while he sits on the asphalt, calling Germany and Italy to let them know of the accident. Then, he calls the paramedics, hoping his child will be alright.
He kisses her bloodied cheek gently, shaking her shoulder lightly, “(y-y/n), (y/n), please wake up, sakura,” he says in a trembling whisper, his voice pleading, wishing that she isn’t dead. The child, much to the poor man’s dismay, stays still in his gentle arms, her face at ease despite the brutal accident.
Japan sniffles, trying to control the cries that rise inside of him. He closes his eyes, allowing the steady stream of tears to cascade down his cheeks, which drip onto his daughter’s hands. He cries quietly, hearing the distant wailing of the ambulance. Yet, he also hears a car screech towards the side of him, feeling a hand upon his shoulder right after the car. Japan looks up, not even hiding the sorrow he feels. The hand belongs to Germany, whose stern face softens when he notices the state Japan is in.
“Oh, Japan, I’m so sorry,” he begins, keeping his tone quiet.
The Japanese, however, shakes his head and cries silently, hugging the limp child close, “My little sakura…The truck didn’t even stop, it kept going,” he whispers, his tone wobbly and creaky. He cries some more, feeling his body tremble under each breath he takes. Japan sniffles, kissing the girl’s cheek again, desperately wanting her to move. She needs to be alive, she has to! My sakura won’t give up like that! he thinks, feeling anguish rise within in from the response less child in his arms.
“O-Otousan,” comes out a feeble whisper, which makes Japan quiet down. He wipes his eyes, peering at the weak girl. He can’t believe it. She’s alive!
“Muzume,” he breathes, sniffling a bit. He kisses her head, letting his hand trail down to hers, wrapping his own around her weak limb, “Please don’t close your eyes, my little sakura,” he pleads, his tone soft. (y/n) shakes her head, her face contorting barely into a dismissive expression.
“But I’m tired,” she breathes out, her eyes starting to feel heaving as the time passes on. Japan shakes his head quickly, feeling Italy and Germany stay close. He kisses her cheek again, so glad that she’s alive.
“Gomennasai, (y/n), but I need you to stay awake. You can sleep later, alright?” he whispers, sniffling a bit. The child weakly frowns, but does manage to stay awake as the paramedics arrive.
Within two minutes, she is loaded onto a stretcher and attached to a series of monitors and tubs, all of which being observed by the paramedics inside the ambulance. Japan sits inside the truck, right alongside his child. Germany and Italy had arranged to meet up at the hospital, which isn’t another ten miles away.
Now, on the ride to the hospital, Japan holds (y/n)’s hand tightly. He often brings it to his bloody lips to kiss it, to comfort himself and his daughter. He worries for her, particularly for her safety. With that car accident, I feel that we can’t be safe except for at home, he thinks, feeling threatened by the child’s past. But, at this thought, he shakes it off, (y/n) isn’t responsible for this! It’s her father. The poor child has nothing to do with this, he thinks, kissing the child’s hand once more, “(y/n), totemo aishiteru,” he breathes shakily, earning a weak smile from his daughter.
The girl gives Japan’s hand a faint squeeze, while responding, “I love you too, Otousan,” with the faintest of whispers. She then coughs, the action racking her body up. (y/n) winces in pain as a medic gently pushes her chest down, getting her to lie flat on her back once more.
Japan almost forgets about his own injuries, feeling some pain in his left arm and shoulder. However, he stays silent about it, only caring for the sake of his daughter.
“Please be okay, my little sakura,” he whispers, wiping the remaining tears from his eyes.
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NOTE:Sorry for nothing really going on in the last chapter, I hope the action in this one makes up for it! Warning, some violence will occur!
Japan, Germany, and Italy belong to Hidekazu Himaruya
You belong to Japan! (And yourself, don't worry! ^^)
Translations:
Otousan|| おとうさん || Father
Daijoubu|| だいじょうぶ || It's alright, it's okay.
Ocha|| おちゃ || Japanese Green Tea/Traditional Tea.
Muzume|| むずめ || Daughter
Gomennasai|| ごめんなさい || I'm sorry/please forgive me.
Sakura|| さくら || Cherry Blossom
Totemo Aishiteru|| とてもあいしてる || I love you very much/a lot.
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Chapter One: Papa!JapanxChild!Reader: Cherry Blossoms CH1
Chapter Four: Papa!JapanxChild!Reader: Cherry Blossoms CH4
Chapter Five: You are here!
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
Japan, Germany, and Italy belong to Hidekazu Himaruya
You belong to Japan! (And yourself, don't worry! ^^)
Translations:
Otousan|| おとうさん || Father
Daijoubu|| だいじょうぶ || It's alright, it's okay.
Ocha|| おちゃ || Japanese Green Tea/Traditional Tea.
Muzume|| むずめ || Daughter
Gomennasai|| ごめんなさい || I'm sorry/please forgive me.
Sakura|| さくら || Cherry Blossom
Totemo Aishiteru|| とてもあいしてる || I love you very much/a lot.
>>>>>
Chapter One: Papa!JapanxChild!Reader: Cherry Blossoms CH1
Chapter Two: Papa!JapanxChild!Reader: Cherry Blossoms CH2
Chapter Three: Papa!JapanxChild!Reader: Cherry Blossoms CH3Chapter Four: Papa!JapanxChild!Reader: Cherry Blossoms CH4
Chapter Five: You are here!
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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