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hetalia2010-05-01 11:27 pm
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[Fic] The Morning After
Title: The Morning After
Author: Me
Summary: Something of a sequel to Frequency.
Rating: Mature, for implied sexy situations and one cuss word.
Japan was used to order. His belief was that it was generally best to know what he was doing, who he was doing it with, and where, exactly, he was going. He was used to beginning the day with a clear head and a set plan in mind, eliminating any confusion or stress from his mornings. Yes, his mornings, on the whole, were serene, pleasant, and uncomplicated.
This morning, however, was different.
He had awoken with a horrified screech, from—oh it must have been a nightmare, a dream, a night-time imagining...he had, at first, breathed a sigh of relief. He almost chuckled at the oddness of his own mind as he looked down at his feet at the edge of the bed.
Only they weren't his feet. Japan realized, with a slow, creeping terror, that those were, in fact, very, very far from being his feet. They were larger and a good bit tanner than the feet he was used to seeing. Dreading what he already knew had to be true (the feet could hardly be disembodied, after all), he turned his head ever-so-slightly to the side.
And there, sure enough, was Greece. Somewhere underneath the bubbling shock and disbelief, Japan couldn't help but be amazed that Greece was still sleeping quite soundly. It was no mean feat, especially considering the sheer volume of—
Japan jumped out of the bed with a jolt. Now wasn't the time for this. He took a deep, steadying breath. He needed to remain calm. He needed a plan. He needed, as was his attempted ordinary manner, to keep a cool, level head.
He needed to put some clothes on RIGHT THIS VERY INSTANT.
As he frantically tried to gather his clothes from around the room and put them on at the same time (HOW had they been scattered so far in the first place?), Japan made some effort to piece together the events of the previous day. He and Greece had been discussing their respective...statistics, and Greece had suggested that he should try doing it more, and...and....
Oh lord, HE had been the one who instigated it! Greece had been so casual in the whole thing, and it was Japan himself who had...who had invited him over to—but he had never meant for things to go THAT far! He'd just wanted Greece to show him some...some techniques, and...
Fully remembering where things had gone from there, Japan felt himself going red. Ah well, no point trying to change what's already happened...
Now more or less decent, he allowed himself a surreptitious glance at his guest.
Greece lay there, his sleep untroubled by Japan's own frantic confusion. Japan found himself to be almost envious of how peaceful he was, curled up cat-like and snoring gently. He looked so—so cute, and Japan couldn't help but smile.
Just then, Greece let out a low, sleepy mumble and rolled onto his back. Japan blushed again, harder than before, with the full knowledge that while he himself was now dressed, the other nation was still completely and undeniably naked.
Though he knew that he should look away, Japan's eyes lingered on him, taking in his long legs, his muscled abdomen, his soft, green eyes...
His soft, green, OPEN eyes.
Shit.
"G'morning," Greece mumbled sleepily, stretching. He yawned then, seeming blissfully unaware of Japan's anxious dithering. For Japan's own part, he couldn't seem to quell the entirely unhelpful internal screaming of Oh no oh no oh no WHAT DO I DO, which was fortunately interrupted by Greece clearing his throat.
"So, Japan, have you...have you seen my pants?"
"Oh!" Japan looked away from him, scanning the room, trying very hard to look anywhere but his bed. "Ah. Um...here they are." Somehow, they had been slung over Japan's computer monitor (Where he WORKED every day, oh God—). Japan grabbed them and quickly handed them to Greece, trying very hard not to make eye contact.
Greece began to put them on. "You know, Japan, you don't have to turn around. I mean, after last—"
"I THINK I WILL WAIT IN THE LIVING ROOM. COME IN WHEN YOU'RE FINISHED." Japan made a hasty retreat.
Beginning to look for his shirt, Greece laughed softly. Japan was just so cute.
***
Sometime later, the two of them sat in Japan's living room. A very awkward silence permeated the air.
Greece coughed.
"You know, you could always just ask me to leave."
Japan jumped. "Look, Greece, I'm so, so sorry, I just—"
Greece looked at him then, standing up. For a moment, Japan could see something that looked almost like hurt in his eyes. When he looked again, though, it was gone.
"What...what happened last night. It doesn't have to happen again."
"Oh...oh! I'm so...thank you Greece...I just—" Japan was elated, relieved, and most definitely not disappointed. At all. Ever. "It's just—"
But Greece shushed Japan with a finger to his lips. Japan looked down at it.
"Of course, that doesn't mean that I don't want it to happen again."
"I—"
"Japan." Japan's eyes were wide with surprise, and Greece knew that there was nothing the other man wanted more than to retort, but he ploughed on regardless.
"Listen, I just want you to know that I like you."
"Well, of course I like you too, Greece-"
"No, I mean I like you," Greece came very close. "I like you a lot."
Japan stood up. "I—look, Greece, I want to be friends with you. I like being friends with you. I don't want to lose that."
"You don't have to. I just want you to know that what happened never has to happen again. We can move on, I think. But, if you want it to...you just let me know."
And Greece kissed him then, full and hard on the mouth, and Japan's eyes were shut, and before he could stop himself he was kissing him back—
But when he opened his eyes again, Greece was already shutting the front door.
Watching the spot where Greece had stood only moments before and unconsciously raising a hand to his lips, Japan dizzily wondered what he had gotten himself into.
Author: Me
Summary: Something of a sequel to Frequency.
Rating: Mature, for implied sexy situations and one cuss word.
Japan was used to order. His belief was that it was generally best to know what he was doing, who he was doing it with, and where, exactly, he was going. He was used to beginning the day with a clear head and a set plan in mind, eliminating any confusion or stress from his mornings. Yes, his mornings, on the whole, were serene, pleasant, and uncomplicated.
This morning, however, was different.
He had awoken with a horrified screech, from—oh it must have been a nightmare, a dream, a night-time imagining...he had, at first, breathed a sigh of relief. He almost chuckled at the oddness of his own mind as he looked down at his feet at the edge of the bed.
Only they weren't his feet. Japan realized, with a slow, creeping terror, that those were, in fact, very, very far from being his feet. They were larger and a good bit tanner than the feet he was used to seeing. Dreading what he already knew had to be true (the feet could hardly be disembodied, after all), he turned his head ever-so-slightly to the side.
And there, sure enough, was Greece. Somewhere underneath the bubbling shock and disbelief, Japan couldn't help but be amazed that Greece was still sleeping quite soundly. It was no mean feat, especially considering the sheer volume of—
Japan jumped out of the bed with a jolt. Now wasn't the time for this. He took a deep, steadying breath. He needed to remain calm. He needed a plan. He needed, as was his attempted ordinary manner, to keep a cool, level head.
He needed to put some clothes on RIGHT THIS VERY INSTANT.
As he frantically tried to gather his clothes from around the room and put them on at the same time (HOW had they been scattered so far in the first place?), Japan made some effort to piece together the events of the previous day. He and Greece had been discussing their respective...statistics, and Greece had suggested that he should try doing it more, and...and....
Oh lord, HE had been the one who instigated it! Greece had been so casual in the whole thing, and it was Japan himself who had...who had invited him over to—but he had never meant for things to go THAT far! He'd just wanted Greece to show him some...some techniques, and...
Fully remembering where things had gone from there, Japan felt himself going red. Ah well, no point trying to change what's already happened...
Now more or less decent, he allowed himself a surreptitious glance at his guest.
Greece lay there, his sleep untroubled by Japan's own frantic confusion. Japan found himself to be almost envious of how peaceful he was, curled up cat-like and snoring gently. He looked so—so cute, and Japan couldn't help but smile.
Just then, Greece let out a low, sleepy mumble and rolled onto his back. Japan blushed again, harder than before, with the full knowledge that while he himself was now dressed, the other nation was still completely and undeniably naked.
Though he knew that he should look away, Japan's eyes lingered on him, taking in his long legs, his muscled abdomen, his soft, green eyes...
His soft, green, OPEN eyes.
Shit.
"G'morning," Greece mumbled sleepily, stretching. He yawned then, seeming blissfully unaware of Japan's anxious dithering. For Japan's own part, he couldn't seem to quell the entirely unhelpful internal screaming of Oh no oh no oh no WHAT DO I DO, which was fortunately interrupted by Greece clearing his throat.
"So, Japan, have you...have you seen my pants?"
"Oh!" Japan looked away from him, scanning the room, trying very hard to look anywhere but his bed. "Ah. Um...here they are." Somehow, they had been slung over Japan's computer monitor (Where he WORKED every day, oh God—). Japan grabbed them and quickly handed them to Greece, trying very hard not to make eye contact.
Greece began to put them on. "You know, Japan, you don't have to turn around. I mean, after last—"
"I THINK I WILL WAIT IN THE LIVING ROOM. COME IN WHEN YOU'RE FINISHED." Japan made a hasty retreat.
Beginning to look for his shirt, Greece laughed softly. Japan was just so cute.
***
Sometime later, the two of them sat in Japan's living room. A very awkward silence permeated the air.
Greece coughed.
"You know, you could always just ask me to leave."
Japan jumped. "Look, Greece, I'm so, so sorry, I just—"
Greece looked at him then, standing up. For a moment, Japan could see something that looked almost like hurt in his eyes. When he looked again, though, it was gone.
"What...what happened last night. It doesn't have to happen again."
"Oh...oh! I'm so...thank you Greece...I just—" Japan was elated, relieved, and most definitely not disappointed. At all. Ever. "It's just—"
But Greece shushed Japan with a finger to his lips. Japan looked down at it.
"Of course, that doesn't mean that I don't want it to happen again."
"I—"
"Japan." Japan's eyes were wide with surprise, and Greece knew that there was nothing the other man wanted more than to retort, but he ploughed on regardless.
"Listen, I just want you to know that I like you."
"Well, of course I like you too, Greece-"
"No, I mean I like you," Greece came very close. "I like you a lot."
Japan stood up. "I—look, Greece, I want to be friends with you. I like being friends with you. I don't want to lose that."
"You don't have to. I just want you to know that what happened never has to happen again. We can move on, I think. But, if you want it to...you just let me know."
And Greece kissed him then, full and hard on the mouth, and Japan's eyes were shut, and before he could stop himself he was kissing him back—
But when he opened his eyes again, Greece was already shutting the front door.
Watching the spot where Greece had stood only moments before and unconsciously raising a hand to his lips, Japan dizzily wondered what he had gotten himself into.
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Oh Greece. I love how normal he finds this all.
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I enjoyed reading this; it's always fun to watch Japan panic over situations out of his control, while Greece is acting like it's completely normal.
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I loved it~
Though the end... the end makes me sad ;~; I want Japan to go after Greece ù.u
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And, well...There is going to be a sequel at some point...^^
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I'm relieved now X3
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AND YOU. YOU. *points finger dramatically* YOU STOLE MY FANTASIES! AND YOU ....YOU....
Made them absolutely awesome T_T *melts* I loved this, it was simple, sweet, not over the top and just right but oh so effective in making me go 'squee.' :3 I feel....so bad for Greece though in this fic :( C'mon Japan, stop being a stuffed up old man and just screw 'em again. I guarantee you you'll feel a shit load better. :)
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