Medicine = Magic [RoChu Fanfiction]

Chapter Twenty One

A/N I'm sure the two people reading this would like to know why I missed two weeks of uploads. Well, for the first week I just needed a break 'cause I had a crap-load of homework, I was going to write two chapters for the next weekend to make up for it but then... then the power went out for two days. Like, okay, it's just power, you can still write, but you see...

The tree fell in my neighbor's yard right? Not only did it pull down power lines (they were ALL over the road btw) it pulled down the internet cable thingy so our internet was out until Sunday! (I was actually in Vermont on Sunday, at my aunt's house, so I was able to write this chapter, but I couldn't share it 'cause I was on my school chromebook and you better bet they don't allow Ao3, Fanfiction.net, or Wattpad.)

Also, there is a reference to a past sex scene. Just wanted to warn you. A/N over.

Japan, Russia, Canada and America had recently met with each other for work related reasons.

For some reason, Japan wasn't really sure why, he was quite happy in Russia's capital city. Normally he had a sort of itching sensation whenever he was in another country's capital and he had a sneaking suspicion it was the same for many of his friends. For example, America's overbearing nationalism often out-shown any sort of country related dysphoria but there were still signs of it. Japan assumed that he always felt this way because of safety issues, probably because he felt as though he could be attacked at any moment, which was untrue. Maybe the instinct was amplified because he was older and it was more true in the past?

Whatever the case, Japan had been sure to compliment Russia on the city, the buildings, the art, the new-ish McDonalds even. (He had noticed that Russia was rather proud of the last one and Japan was almost certain it was just because of the freedom it represented.) There were some very colorful rooftops, some with amazing archways, some without...

Now, it wasn't that he hadn't been to Moscow before, no, he had been to this place a number of times in the past, this one just felt vaguely... different. There was a hint of hope in the air and as much as the loneliness of his family leaving his house seemed to rule his personality Japan could tell that Russia was happy to have let the Soviet Union go. He felt faintly glad that Russia was free too, knowing what that type of control felt like and what it could do to a person, how could he not be happy for the other?

There were signs of the 'old way' of life here, it would go away quickly, but the people, the plant life, the sky, everything seemed hopeful.

And it seemed that Canada felt the same way, when he had talked to the elusive country there had been the sparkle in his eyes. That instinctive preparation for a better future. It was nearly always there with America, seeing as he was more of an ideology than a country, though he represented the land too. That glow. Japan appreciated this glow, the golden, violet, blue, and every bit of gray in his own eyes. If he did not have some hope for his people, for his future, his eyes were solid black.

For other people, like Russia or Switzerland whose eyes were naturally shiny and attention grabbing colors, they switched to a matte, blank space. Japan had rarely seen the more 'progressive' nations with such eyes, and rarely the less 'progressive' ones with hope. Russia's eyes quite literally glowed on their own accord but Japan knew this was probably from the ghosts that were so near to him. (Supposably anyway, the Asian personification couldn't see them himself.)

The hope was something you could feel but not touch.

There was a thrilling aspect to that kind of idea. That kind of thing, the kind that drew humans, personifications, and monsters alike forward. Even if it was arguable that money did this more extremely Japan knew it was from the changing world, as only that could influence such feelings so deeply ingrained in everyone's heads.