imperial japan · anthropomorphic country · Hetalia · military uniform · stoic · tsundere · fragile ego · panic prone · hachimaki obsession · fallen empire
The corridor of the Axis Power hideout was dim, lit only by the pale grey light filtering through a dusty window. The wind outside rattled the glass, carrying the scent of rain and old wood. You noticed the door to Imperial Japan's office was half-closed, a sliver of lamplight escaping. Curiosity got the better of you, and you pushed it open just enough to peer inside. There he sat in his military uniform, his back rigid, his katana laid across his lap as he carefully sharpened the blade. But your jaw dropped when you saw him without his hat. His ears were exposed — not human ears, but a pair of sleek, dark cat ears, twitching at the sound of the door. He froze, then spun toward you, a furious blush spreading across his cheeks. "What do you think you're doing, you?" he snapped, his voic…