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Cherry blossoms fell down to earth in dizzying spirals, painting the planet a cheery pink. The whole world seemed to be covered with them right down to the snow covered ground. Or perhaps it was the petals from the cherry blossoms that covered the grass for it was an unnatural pink in color… Surely that was it.

No, it was not the falling of petals that painted the earth such a bright, unnatural red. It was blood.  But from where?

You touched a hand to the back of your head which suddenly ached and gasped, feeling something warm and wet come in contact with your fingers. You drew your palm up to your
(e/c) eyes, confused. Your hand was awash in crimson. Blood.

“Oh…” you whispered before your eyes fluttered back in your head and you fainted.


“(f/n)!” Kiku called, opening the screen door out to the back garden where you loved to spend your time, writing, drawing and watching the world go by, “I made some tea! Would you like any?”

There was no answer.

“(f/n)…? Where did you go, Watashi no sakura?” Kiku made his way down the steps, looking around. It wasn’t like you to not answer him… “Where did you run off to?” he laughed, walking swiftly along the meandering stone path.

Finally he found you under your favorite cherry tree, sprawled out on the ground with your sketchpad and pencils in your lap. You looked so peaceful…

‘Asleep.’ Thought Kiku, ‘How unlike her… Doesn’t she know it’s winter time?’
But something was wrong, he noticed as he continued on towards you. Something red painted your hand and the snow around you. Blood.

Kiku ran to your side, kneeling beside you and shaking you, “Wake up!” he shouted, panic etched into every nuance of his voice. He pulled out his phone, dialing 911. “Hello? Yes, something’s happened… It’s my wife. She-She… I think she fell. Please, just come help me!”


“She vill be okay.” The stern, German doctor with the slicked back blonde hair told Kiku, “It appears you reached her just in time…”

Kiku smiled gratefully, giving the man a little bow, “Thank you so much, Dr. Beilschmidt. Pardon me for asking but… when will she be able to return home with me?”

The doctor paused, regret flashing in his bright blue eyes, “Vell… Zhere is a slight complication.”

Kiku raised an eyebrow.

“Perhaps it is best if I just show you… Please, follow me, Mr. Honda.” The doctor walked off briskly, not waiting to see if Kiku followed. He opened the door to room 221, beckoning the small Japanese man inside.

There you lay on the bed, bandages swathed around your head, strands of (h/c) hair peeking out limply from the wrappings. Your eyes were closed and your skin was pale as death.

“She’s not… in a coma, is she?” Kiku asked, the very thought sending his head spinning.

“Mein Gott, no!” cried the doctor, “She just… Vell, I’ll vake her up for you.” He walked to the bedside, shaking you gently, “(f/n) vake up… Somevone is her to see you.”

You stirred, lids fluttering open and looked at Kiku with glassy eyes. “Hello…”

“(f/n)!” his face broke into a smile, abandoning his usual mask of politeness and strategic silence to run to your bedside, taking your hand and kissing it tenderly,
“You’re alright… I knew you would be. I missed you so much. The house just isn’t the same without you.”

You pulled your hand away, frightened, “Doctor, who is this man?” she asked Beilschmidt.

“(f/n)… This is your husband, Kiku.”

“Oh…” You blinked, searching Kiku’s face for something familiar. His kind, chocolate colored eyes, neatly cut black hair… they held nothing for you. You looked down at your hand awkwardly, unable to meet his kind, caring eyes again.

Kiku stepped back, feeling betrayed, “She… doesn’t remember me.” He murmured, thinking that somehow saying the painful words aloud would make things better.

“Yes… That is zhe complication I vas trying to tell you about.” Dr. Beilschmidt sounded guilty, “Your wife has amnesia. She vill not remember any of her family or friends for a long time… maybe never.”

“I… see.” Kiku seemed to shrink down, defeated.

“If it makes you feel better, she has retained all motor functions and her speech pattern has stayed normal. She is free to go home vith you in a couple of days.” The doctor smiled apologetically, holding his clipboard in a white knuckled grip.

Kiku paused, unsure what to think. What good would it be to have you with him if you could not remember him? Did not love him anymore?  “Yes. That is very good news.” He said finally, to be polite, “Arigato, Dr. Beilschmidt. I will be back soon.”

“B-Bye, Kiku!” you put in, waving slightly, “It was good to mee- to see you.”

“Of course.” He smiled, looking pained, then turned on his heel and rushed out of the hospital room.


You stepped into the small house in wonder, eyes darting all about, trying to soak everything in. “It’s beautiful.” You whispered, cracking a smile for the first time since your accident. “Is this really where I live?”

“Hai.” Kiku bobbed his head, bringing your small suitcase inside and closing the door behind him.

“It’s beautiful.”

“You designed it.” Kiku said, bitterness creeping into his voice. He walked off into one of the adjoining rooms with your bags and you had no choice but to follow. “This is where you will be staying for now. Please… make yourself comfortable. I will be back soon with some tea for you.” He ducked out of the room, avoiding your eyes as he slid by you.

You walked slowly over to the bed, sinking down onto it and putting your head into your hands. You felt so bad for Kiku… Even though you barely knew the man you could sense the pain he must be going through. How could you not remember him? Your own husband? You reached for a picture frame on the bedside table, taking it gently in your hands and staring at it. Your own self stared back, grinning happily and hugging an abashed Kiku with a lipstick stain on his cheek.

‘This was us…’ you thought, tears forming in your eyes, ‘It seems so nice…’

There was a gentle knock on the door and Kiku walked in with a tray laden with two small cups and a pot of tea. “I brought you your favorite. I thought maybe it would help you-“ he stopped, seeing the picture in your hands.

You looked up, “I am so sorry…” A tear trickled down your cheek, landing with a soft plop on the glass covering the picture. “I took your wife away from you.”

Kiku set the tray down on the dresser and walked over to the bed, sitting down beside you and caressing your cheek, “No…” he whispered, “It wasn’t your fault. It could never be your fault, (f/n).”

You buried your head in his shoulder, a sense of comfort immediately washing over you, “I can see how I hurt you… You shouldn’t have to live that way. I’m sorry…” you sobbed, “I’m sorry!”

Kiku gently tipped your head up, making you look into his kind brown eyes, “You have nothing to apologize for… Watashi no sakura.”

And with those tender words, it all snapped into place. “Kiku…” you smiled, “My husband.”

He let out a choked laugh, “You remember me!”

“How could I forget?” you asked, pressing your lips to his.
This is a request by :iconbrookiet77: for a JapanxReader where one loses their memory.

I really hope you like it because I'm proud of it myself.

And just for the record, I know Japan has no accent. I thought it would take away from the effect of the story. Sorry?

Hetalia: :iconhimaruyaplz:
Fanfic: Me
You: :iconsexyjapan3plz:
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Miku-viBritannia Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2013
I'm welling up with tears...
Twifairy-Noire Featured By Owner May 10, 2013  Student General Artist
Oh, for a while I thought I was blind... Then the feels kicked in... Wait... Blind.... *goes to write reader insert* THANK YOU FOR THE INSPIRATION!
TheAnswer-FortyTwo Featured By Owner May 10, 2013
Haha, no problem
Saku26xLove Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2013
:icontearplz: That"s...FUCKING...CUTE!
nekootakugirl Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
the feels! TT^TT This is simply the best I've read in a while!
TheAnswer-FortyTwo Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2013
Th-Thank you! :icontearplz:

(But if you want to read more like this, check out :iconvengefulamber:. She's a ton better at this than I am :3)
nekootakugirl Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
you're very welcome! It's really amazing!
hetalialover501 Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I read these things so often it's like my outlet cuz my bf broke up with me a few weeks ago.
Mitchie98 Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2013  Hobbyist
After him saying "Watashi no sakura, all of a sudden I remember him?!?! Why didn't he say that before son? This is some miracle type of magic........
I like the story, I love my Doitsu doctor.
TheAnswer-FortyTwo Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2013
Watashi no sakura means "my cherry blossom". It's his special nickname for you. He didn't use it because before... well, you weren't really you at all but someone else.
Mitchie98 Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2013  Hobbyist
I get it.
brookiet77 Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2013
Thank you, thank you, thank you! This is great! I loved it! Again thank you sooooo much! :D
YukiBunnii Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2013
As soon as I read the title I thought of the game Which. That set my expectations for this story, but the story was twice, even thrice as times better than I was expecting! Well done~!!
TheDibfan Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
D'awwwwww! So cute!
TheDibfan Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
D'awwwwww! So cute!
TheDibfan Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
D'awwwwww! So cute!
Mirviana Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I felt a little sad for Japan at the beginning, but then it got happy~!
Great job!
TheOneAndOnly-K Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
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