Japan x Reader - War

This war was tearing you from your best friends.
This war was truly terrible and should stop.

Your best friends, Italy, Germany and mostly, Japan, were all on the other side. The side opposite of you.
If only they were in this war for a cause that could come true, then maybe, just maybe you would've joined them.
But, for a perfect world? A utopia? Impossible.
There was too much chaos and hate in this world. To make a utopia, there would have to be no life. So, you wanted to stop them before it was too late.
So, you stood there on the front lines, staring at your best friends, wanting to stop this. Bright, fiery (e/c) eyes filled with determination. Your (h/c) hair covered up by your helmet. Your pale green uniform covering your body, your Allies, the Allies, stood on both sides of you.
Rain poured down all around you as everyone stood in silence, staring at each other. You were going to get your friends out of this, without killing them.

Your jaw tightened for a second as your throat clenched and your chest hurt. Then you cried,
"CHARGE!!!" Everyone on the Allies charged forward to the Axis, Italy already crying and waving his white flag.
You ran to your closest friend, Japan first. He was the person you loved and didn't want to hurt, but, it was to save him. As you got ready to hit him, pain exploded from your stomach and you saw his eyes emotionless, but you could see the pain in his eyes. You looked down for a second and realized, his blade was in your stomach. As he pulled it out, you fell forward, closing your eyes and waiting for the ground to smash into you.
"I'm very sorry (Name)-chan..." He whispered, catching you as everything around you became quiet and your senses became numb.

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You shivered as you felt only cold around you. Sitting up, you looked around. Everything around was cement. Bars in front of you, cement walls to the left, right, and behind you. You were in a cell. You groaned and placed a hand on your stomach, the spot bandaged up. Then you remembered, his sword going through you. You winced at the memory and shivered more.
"Hello?" You croaked, your throat dry. You coughed and watched as you saw your breath. You heard a door open somewhere in the room and footsteps came close to you. In front of your cell, stood Japan. He was holding a tray full of food.
"Herro (Name)-chan..." He whispered, kneeling down and gently sliding the tray under the bars. Impossible to crawl under... You drooled slightly at the sight of food, but kept your composure.
"Ja-"
"I'm very sorry... I shourd not have done that..." He said even more quietly. You could see the pain clear in his usually emotionless eyes. You slowly got up, ignoring the screaming of your sore muscles. You walked over to him and he backed up slowly. You stopped at the bars and reached an arm out and grabbed his uniform. Quickly you pulled him to the bars and embraced him the best you could.

"(N-Name)! Your invading my personar space!" He tried getting away, and eventually did, making you fall to the ground. You panted heavily. It was a chore to even stand. You knew how weak of a state you were and so did he.
"J-just eat prease...." He mumbled, slowly sitting himself on the dirty floor. You nodded and ate quickly, knowing he must've had to sneak a good majority of this food. All for you.

"Japan... Why do you continue this stupid war?" You asked after taking a rather large gulp of water. You looked to see him staring back at you, emotionless.
".... My friends." Was his only answer. Your heart fell to your stomach. For his friends? What were you then...? You swallowed heavily and clenched your jaw. You saw then that of course he wouldn't hesitate to stab you. This might've been the one time he couldn't tell what you were feeling.
"So what am I...? Just... Just some girl!? A girl who cared about you!? Someone who was worried every day if you would get out of this war alive!?" You yelled, standing up, tears pricking at your eyes.

He sat completely speechless as you yelled at him. You fell to your knees and cried.
"You were the whole reason I joined this war.... To stop you so you didn't get hurt...." You cried. What you didn't realize was, the reason he had attack you and no one else was to get you far away from the fight. He never wanted you stuck in this horrible war. So hearing this, made his regret it. Not that he would show it.
"(Name)-chan... I'm very sorry... I... Never wanted you to join this war..." He said, looking at your defeated form. You looked up just in time to see him getting up.
"W-Where are you going?" You asked in an almost scared tone. He looked to you, then nodded.

"I'rr be back" You then watched as he left your line of sight.

~~~ Time Skip~! ~~~

Days turned to weeks, which turned to months. Each and everyday, Japan came and visited, bringing you food and company. Until he didn't show up for a day. You were panicking, wondering what had happened. Then you heard the door open and hesitated until you saw Japan.
"Kiku! Are you ok!?" You asked, running to the bars. He nodded and walked to the cell doors, unlocking it. You watched in surprise. He opened the door and you ran out it and hugged him. For once, he didn't freak out over your hug and just hugged back.
"The war is over..." He muttered, but you could here the smile in his voice.
"Kiku?" You asked, backing away. He nodded, waiting for you to continue.

"I love you." You watched as his face stayed emotionless, waiting for a reaction, words or even him walking away. But, none of that happened. He just stood there. Then, he cleared his throat.
"I-I... Um... Love you too" He finished and you couldn't believe what you were hearing. Japan, the man most people couldn't even get any sort of reaction out of, said he loved you too! You grinned and hugged him again, pressing your lips to his. You pulled back just in time to see his face turn a bright red and he stood like a statue.You giggled and grabbed his hand and walked out of your temporary "home".

"So, what now?" You asked, not knowing anything outside the very lonely walls of the cell. He thought and looked around.
"We go home" He said plainly, like you lived with him. You giggled and nodded. Maybe you would ask to move in with him?