[fanfic] Cats

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Title: Cats
Author/Artist: kousenteki
Character(s) or Pairing(s): GreecexJapan
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Japan doesn't like that the cats are always watching him.
A/N: xposted to giripan.

Greece generally prided himself on having a large well of patience. Having such a mass of cats in one’s general vicinity at any given time tended to make one rather calm (unless, of course, it was feeding time), and he had always enjoyed a good nap. As such, he never felt any need to rush Japan into a relationship, which was just as well, considering how Japan tended to be very shy and conservative. Their intimate moments consisted more of sitting together with one or five of the cats and talking at length about personal subjects. While Greece did find this enjoyable, he also looked forward to Japan’s many festivals, when he wasn’t averse to getting completely drunk and spending the night with their mouths practically glued together. So, when, one lazy day at Greece’s house, he discovered that Japan was in one of his rare touchy-feely moods, Greece gladly took advantage of the scenario.

They were sitting on a couch, Greece leaning against the armrest with Japan resting contentedly on his stomach. There was a cat resting adamantly on Japan’s legs, her usual spot on the couch covered by the tangle of limbs. He had long ago discovered that she would not move, and so simply resigned himself to her presence, despite the fact that his legs were beginning to fall asleep. The TV was on, and though Japan wasn’t paying it much attention, Greece’s head was turned towards the screen, giving Japan a perfect view of his neck and jaw. Japan could feel the blood rising in his cheeks and he tried very hard not to stare. It was a futile effort, however, and presently he felt the urge to touch. He brought his hand up slowly, hoping that Greece wouldn’t notice until his fingers had already- Too late. Dark eyes flicked lazily down at Japan, and a small smile curled Greece’s lips. Japan pulled his hand away as if burned, ducking his head and hiding his now very red face behind his bangs. Greece clucked his tongue, still smiling, and took Japan’s hand back out to press a kiss to the other nation’s palm. Japan’s fingers twitched, then, embarrassment still plain on his face, slid gently from Greece’s cheekbone to his jaw.

In a sudden moment of boldness, Japan pulled himself up Greece’s torso – simultaneously dislodging a very upset cat – and brushed their lips together. Greece’s eyes lit up, and before Japan could pull away, he put a hand on the back of Japan’s head and kissed back. For a while, everything was well and good, and, to Greece’s delight, for once Japan didn’t seem to mind when the kiss became open-mouthed and tongues were employed with growing frequency. Then, suddenly, Japan went rigid, and pulled away, scrambling hurriedly over to the opposite side of the couch, his face hidden in his sleeves. Greece blinked. “Kiku?” A little whine came from behind the fabric, and Greece inched closer. “You okay?” Japan lowered his sleeves enough so that Greece could see his eyes, then glanced sullenly at the floor. He mumbled something that Greece couldn’t catch. “What?”

“The cats are watching,” Japan said, low and plaintive. Greece blinked again, then followed his gaze. Indeed, there was a cluster of cats on the floor – most having been scooted off the couch – and plenty others passing in and out of the room at their leisure. Japan was correct, most of the cats were looking in their direction, but never for very long, and besides, they were cats.

“Kiku.” Greece pulled Japan’s arms away from his face and planted little butterfly kisses all over the nation’s cheek. “They’re just cats.”

“But they’re watching,” Japan whined.

“We can go into another room.”

“There are cats in every room of your house.” Japan puffed his cheeks out, and Greece had to do his best not to laugh.

“We can go up onto the roof,” he suggested.

“People could see us!” Greece bit back another laugh.

“Kiku, I don’t think anyone’s going to look for us on my roof.”

“Um… satellite imaging?” Japan’s arms flew back up to his face; he could feel himself getting redder. This time Greece did laugh, and he took one of Japan’s wrists away, using it to guide the island nation off the couch and over to a window from which the roof could be easily reached.

“Now you’re just stalling. In case you forgot,” he said, pressing a kiss to Japan’s temple, “you’re the one who started it.”