Medicine = Magic [RoChu Fanfiction]

Chapter Ten

*this chapter mentions some of my state OC's and José and Eduardo, who are the Mexico characters that I settled on for this story, I hope that no one minds!

The phone buzzed.

One.

Two.

On the third ring the call was answered.

By the time he proudly stated, 'Hi, you called The Hero?' Japan had taken his shoes and coat off, shrugging the heavy fabric off onto the hook that held it. The phone pinned between his ear and shoulder, he had swiftly entered the kitchen and sat at the table, knee bouncing nervously as he shifted his phone to his hand.

"Hello?" The American asked again, louder this time before hardening his voice, "Are you trying to sell me shit? Because I don't want it."

"No, America-san," Japan said hurriedly, "It's me."

"Ahh! Japan! Why are you calling me?"

"I-"

But America swiftly cut him off, his growing smile evident even through audio, "Dude, do you wanna come over again? Maybe down to Texas this time?"

"Ah... no. Not yet." Japan sighed as he pressed his tips into a thin frown, squeezing his eyes closed. It had been a long day, meeting with Russia, texting China, not getting many answers, the whole package. To top it all off he had dropped the nikuman bun he had bought at the convenience store on his way back to his house. Though Alfred was his friend sometimes his high energy was hard to deal with after stress.

"Oh."

The American's word had barely registered in Japan's mind, but he caught onto the saddening emotion in his voice before drifting off into self-pity for the food he had wasted. Instead he spoke again, almost regurgitating the message that Russia had told him to give the American.

"I'm working with Russia."

There was a silence, and Japan could almost feel the shock and fear through the phone.

"Dude," America choked, "Are you betraying me!?"

Realizing his mistake and that his friend thought he meant in war, which was what he should have assumed would have happened, Japan cursed quickly, "Aa, no, Alfred, I'm not betraying you."

The young nation exhaled, voice shaking slightly with relief, "God, Japan you nearly gave me a heart attack! Don't do that again..."

Japan nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Yes. I won't Alfred, I'm sorry. That was stupid of me."

"Yeah, I thought so." America sighed, his voice wobbling and anxious. Though he was trying to hide it, for a moment he had been ligenimently sad. Anger hadn't been his first emotion, which scared him. To stay safe, personifications like him were supposed to not be attached to others, people or countries. Instinctively, they had to be in Fight or flight mode much of the time. Freezing like he had wasn't an option.

"So..." America said, drawing out the syllable, "what did you mean?"

"Russia wants to find out something about China.

"Why."

The blankness in the statement surprised Japan, he had expected a laugh, or at the very least an octave change. It didn't even sound like a question, there was no higher note at the end of the word, no confusion. Nothing.

Noticing Japan's silence, America asked the question again, some emotion is his voice. "Why does he want to?"

Japan started to say something but America laughed loudly, "I mean, what is there to find out? He was just being weird!"