Building My Walls of 2000 Years

[Honda Kiku]

Warning: Factually inaccurate and all a hypothesis of a crazy fangirl. The Truth is not included in this package. If you want it, go look somewhere else XD

-Hajime-

The creation of Nation.. It starts when the people start thinking of themselves as different from the people from other countries.. A sense of us over them.. We being who we are.. different from those people over there.. We are not the same.. We are different. We are...

That was when Japan first gained a conscience.

What..? Where..? Who..? Me..? I..?

I... I am.

When people started gain their identity, they differentiate themselves physically. The crate their own way. Their own style. Their identity.. Their very own culture. A culture of we. Our culture. Our identity. Especially for us. We have our own unique life. Us. Ours. Not like anybody else.

That was when Japan earned a body.

Small, still growing. till developing. A baby. This baby would be brought up by his people. He would learn again the way that he was crated form. He would learn and listen to it. His body. His mind. It was half way there..

Right.. wrong..
things you can do.. things you cannot..
How to hold things, how to place them.

All this.. I.. I know...

But being different is not enough for people. They wanted to show that they were different. They needed something that would forever define them for being who they are.. They needed.. They needed a name. Choosing a name was easy enough. There was them.. and there was China.. But they were special. The sun rising sun always greeted them first. The name. The name of us. Our land. Our culture. Our way. Our identity.

That was when Japan finally managed to stand.

He was no longer a crawling baby.. He was a small person. He knew who he was. He knew his definition. Japan stood on his two small feet, and walked for the first time.

I am.. I am Nihon.

I am the Land of the Rising Sun.

From there Japan grew. Japan learned more of what the Japanese culture should be like. Japan made concrete the things that should be and things that should be let go off. Japan changed, Japan adapted, Japan learned, Japan grew. Japan was their own civilisation. Away from all the others. Japan knew for certain that they all were.. Nihon.

As Nihon grew, so must Japan. His baby steps became stronger, more certain and less wobbly. He knew how to get a better control of himself. He learned words. He learned to speak his words. His language. But there was still a huge amount of influence. Outside influence that he did not know yet he knew very well. A figure.. A certain someone that he had never met before.

Someone he needed to meet.

His legs took him away. He walked and walked, and did not stop. His mind was horribly lost and soon he stood where his own body was uncertain of. Bamboo were growing all around him and he knew that just a few more steps and he would no longer be.. home... But he knew that this was the place. He would finally meet ..that person.. that person that he needed to meet.

Japan stood in that small clearing and waited. He did not know how long he would wait, but he knew that this was the place. here he must stay until the scene played out. This needed to be done.


He waited for one koku. He waited for two. He waited for four, five, six, seven kokus. That person still had not arrived. His little legs were tired from standing, but if he sat, it would be on the dirt and his clothes would be stained. That would be unacceptable. It was one of the rules that you must not do. Thus he did not do it. He stood and waited for a long time. Eight nine ten kokus until he was exhausted from waiting. Should he have less discipline, he wold be squatting down and showing signs of exhaustion. But he could not. It would not be right. It would be dishonouring himself and the person who he would meet. He forced himself to stand as straight as ever and ignored his tired body. His face was schooled to show careful blank emotion.

Eleven.. twelve.. Japan could sense something. Someone. His body stood at attention. This was it. He was here! Japan took a few steps forwards and suddenly.. He was all around.. Japan was no longer home. "Nihao aru" A cheerful voice said and he turned around to address the man that stood before him. This man.. he was like him.. he was.. he was..

From there he knew that his life would change drastically. He would know who he really is.. what was his purpose.. perhaps why he was born.. and what his destiny was.

"Good morning Chuugoku-san from where the sun sets. I am Nihon, from where the sun rises."
-Suzuku-

one Koku is approx 30 minutes

[Sadiq Adnan]

I like this Airi. Very good point of view from how he came to be.

[Carina Jones]

I like this a lot, Airi. I like how you show how the development of his people as a nation caused him to grow.

[Honda Kiku]

Bawwwwwww~~~~

Thanks guys ^_______________________^

*is very flattered*

[Honda Kiku]

Time flew by very fast for Japan after that.

He was picked up by China and lived in his house. He was the first. China took care of him and ensured many things were done. Things that he had not even considered. China.. Chuugoku-san was his role model. He was soon introduced to his own leaders. He was taken care of to see and understand more of his culture and his land. He followed China wherever the other man went and only stayed behind when China refused to let him follow.

Japan looked up to China.. so his people looked up to him as well. He felt happy when his first shogunate went pass the boarders to provide gifts to the emperor of China. He stood there at the side of the room proudly and watched the whole procession with unblinking eyes. He saw China smile at the shogunate and accept the gift. He felt happy when China caught his eye and smiled at him.

"Xie Xie Nippon"

When those words were said to him when they were back at the house, Japan felt that he would glow with that warm feeling spreading all around him. Of course when he spied his face in the reflection of the steel weapons that were decorating the walls, nothing of his face had changed. Not one bit. He bowed at the other in humility and the other smiled and told him to stand straight. How could he? He was in a presence greater than his own.

Admiration, awe, wonder.. how could somebody create such feelings in him?

China taught him slowly how to cook and how to read. Of course Japan was flattered. He wanted to stay on the same ground as him. He could not accept that he would only be taking from China. He decided that he would follow some, but create his own words as well. He started with Hiragana. They were simpler and more easier to write with his still small hands. It had never hampered his art, but he decided to take things slow. That way.. he would be different, but same. He would still continue to learn, but he would not only be taking and adsorbing what the other was telling him. He hoped that one day, China would like him enough to try to understand his own language. Then he would finally give back what he had gained so preciously.

Perhaps when he was all grown up, China would want to learn about him as much as he wanted to learn about China.

Those were his thoughts when he looked at the night sky sprinkled with stars. he thought about the past and that odd dream that he could never explain. His dream it whas when he had reached his age of at ten.. when playing near the shrine of his house.. There was a young boy, younger then him, wearing some white cloths that he had never seen before.

He was minding his own business, playing on his usual lonesome, when a circular object came rolling to him. A ball. He picked up the ball, intrigues by the different patterns that were painted on it. Patterns so unlike his own or Chuugoku-san's. He was looking at it intently, back to the stairs leading up. He was therefore surprised when he heard a voice. One of a small child. What was a child doing on his sacred home grounds..?

He turned around to observe the intruder. There he saw someone very different. His skin while pale was not the same as the skin of his people. His hair was a very odd colour of brown instead of the natural black. His hair also has an odd curl at the side of his head. That combined with the clothes that he wore, nothing at all like Japanese or Chinese clothes, as it included what he did not know as a small cape and a hat and was dressed in white with green pants, was indeed a shocking sight to see. He was sure his eyes would have widened.

"Ve...?" The child asked. He could not be more then five.

Before he could say anything in reply, Japan woke up. He was always confused about that dream. Who was that child? What was his significance? Why did his mind want him to see that? Was it a warning? Was it a prediction?

"Nippon, what are you thinking about?" Came a familiar voice.
-suzuku

Okay I'm much too interested in what is going on in the album and the ToD and the ooc so I'm gonna stop here and continue it when I do ^^ Bye~~

[Angelica Vargas-Jones]

Oh, Airi! I love these! They're so good~!!!

[Carina Jones]

Nice! I really like this.