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"Hey japan, want to see my butt" - italy exclaimed with such sincerity it might have been...almost cute?
"Not for a million dollars" Japan responded stoicly even as the redness spread on his pale face
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Italy with disappointment ran away crying and wailing about his "nightmare becoming true"
Japan had to do a double take, seriously? Where did italy get the idea that was a kind gesture you'd do to your friend
Reluctantly Japan chased after him
But it was already too late...
Italy was sobbing in Germany's arms
Crying that his friends hate him
Japan felt his world shatter
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He could never compete with Germany
He had everything he didn't
He was taller
He was more muscular
He actually had the love of his life's attention
He couldn't compete...he couldn't even compare
All Japan could do was watch his beloved from a far cry into another mans arms
Japan could feel tears pricking from his eyes
No, no.., he cant let his love see him like this
This isn't what he made his reputation be
He was supposed to be stoic, closed off, cold even, he had to keep that up...right? But was that even worth it when his crush was right there in another's arms...he had to get away, he couldn't bare the sight any longer, he ran, as far as he could, until he could find a quiet isolated place to break down
To let himself be vulnerable