American!Tourist!ReaderxJapan

Readers POV

You walked down the crowded streets of Tokyo, trying to convincing yourself you weren't homesick. Three months ago, you and your boyfriend Alfred had planned this four week trip and spent a good bit of money reserving a nice hotel room in the gigantic city. That was before, when Alfred had still claimed he loved you. A little over a month ago, Alfred had taken you out to a nice restaurant and told you that he had met and fell in love with a British girl named Alice. You were both going to cancel your trip to Tokyo, but after a day you decided that you would just go by yourself. Alfred and you broke up on good terms and you still talked to him every once in a while, but now you felt very alone, especially being in the biggest city in the world without knowing a single person or a word of Japanese.

You sighed and continued pushing your way through the busy street. Being the patriotic American you were, you had gotten off the plane dressed in a dark blue shirt with a giant star on the front and a knee length red skirt with blue and white striped leggings and red high heels. You also wore an uncle Sam style hat and red tinted glasses. Since this was your one week anniversary of being here you had washed those clothes and were now wearing them again. This caused you to recieve several giggles and chuckles, an occasional weird look and sometimes a "Amerikahito o kangei shimasu!" (Welcome American) or something along those lines.

You didn't mind the attention, actually you enjoyed it. It kind of distracted you from your total aloneness.  You had enjoyed all the tourist attractions that you had gone to, but you couldn't help but think of how much more you would have enjoyed it if you had someone with you.

Right when your self-pity was coming to a climax you saw something out of the corner of your eye and ran forward through the crowd. When you realized what you saw was what you hoped it was you stopped. The world seemed to go in slow motion and angels sang as a glow was emitted from a familiar pair of golden arches. Ever so slowly you walked towards the door and pushed it open. It wasn't that you didnt like Japanese food or anything, but you really did prefer western food and you had eaten less since you arrived here. You were pretty sure you had lost at least ten pounds. That wasn't really a bad thing, but if you lost any more weight you would look like a scarecrow or  a skeleton, and you didn't want that.

You walked into the McDonalds and was glad to see that almost no one was there. Of course it was by no means rush hour for restaurants so you weren't surprised.
At the counter there was a young Japanese man dressed in the normal McDonald's uniform. He looked to be maybe a year or two older than yourself. When he saw you, he looked interested, curious even. 'He's kind of cute.' you thought to yourself, approaching his  cash register. "Umm, do you speak English?"

"Hai."

"Oh..." you frowned. You couldnt speak Japanese and since he couldn't speak English ordering would take a while.

He laughed lightly "That means yes."

You felt your cheeks color. "Oh. Do you have McDoubles here?"

"McDoubles?"

"Um, double cheese burger?"

"Yes, we have those."

"Okay, I want one of those and a fry and a coke. I mean coca cola."

"Alright." he rang it up and you fumbled around a bit with your money before handing it over. You stood to the side for a minute before the man started talking to you.

 "How long have you been in Japan?"

"How do you know I'm not native?" you snorted.

"Well, you speak English like an American, you don't seem to know how to count out yen, and you are practically wearing the American flag." he smiled a little as you blushed furiously. Now you felt stupid.

"I've been here for a week today."

"That long?"

"I don't think it's that long."

You looked at him and when you looked closely he seemed embarrassed. "Its not I suppose, I'm just surprised that you can have been here this long without even knowing the Japanese word for yes." you looked down. The truth was that you hadn't really talked to anyone more than just to get from one place to another, and they all knew how to speak English. Of course, you hadn't really talked to them either. Actually you hadn't really talked to anyone since you left America. There was no one here for you to talk to, and there was no way you would call your mother and admit that she was right and you weren't really enjoying your trip due to loneliness.

After a moment of awkward silence he coughed a somewhat fake sounding cough and spoke up "So, what is your name?"

You smiled "I'm _______ what's your name?"

"I am Honda Kiku, it is nice to meet you ____-san."

"Nice to meet you too Honda, or is your first name Kiku? You Japanese people put your last name first right?" you fiddled with a strand of your (h/c) hair nervously. It really was embarrassing not knowing the culture, but surely he would understand.

"Um, Kiku."

"Okay nice to meet you Kiku!" after you said that he turned a deep shade of red. "You okay?"

"Y-yes, I'm fine. Oh look your food is here!" he turned away quickly and took a tray of food from another employees hands. You were surprised to see how small the drink and fries were, but for the most part you managed to hide it.

"Thank you!" you said and walked towards a table.

Japan's POV

It took the strange american girl about fifteen minutes to gulp down her food and leave. When he had told her his name and she called him that without an honorific, he had to keep telling himself she didn't know, and she didn't mean anything by it. There was no way she could know after all. Right? She didn't even know what hai meant so there's no way she could know that she should use an honorific with his name. They didn't actually have honorifics in America as far as he knew so she shouldn't know that she needed to use one in Japan. She probably did it out of habit like he would continue using honorifics if he were in America.

Even though he kept telling himself these things he couldn't keep himself from blushing, which earned him a strange look from Suki-sempai when he took the food to give it to _____-san.

As he watched her go, he wondered what the chances were he would see her again. They were not good he knew, but somehow he couldn't keep himself from hoping that he would see her once more.