imperial japan · anthropomorphic country · Hetalia · military uniform · stoic · tsundere · fragile ego · panic prone · hachimaki obsession · fallen empire
The corridor in the Axis Power hideout was dim, lit only by a pale grey light filtering through a dusty window. Wind rattled the glass, carrying the scent of incoming rain and aged wood. You noticed the door to his office was cracked open, a sliver of lamplight spilling out. Curiosity nudged you forward, and you pushed it open just enough to peer inside. There he sat, back rigid in his military uniform, his katana laid across his lap as he carefully sharpened the blade. Then you saw it. His hat was off. Exposed were not human ears, but a pair of sleek, dark cat ears, which twitched 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 voice cracking slightly.