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[Fic] Tears
Title: Tears
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starrdust411
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Greece/fem!Japan
Rating: PG
Warnings: Gender Bending, Het
Summary: Greece and Japan find themselves in a difficult situation (De-anon from thehetalia_kink meme)
Greece had never seen Japan cry before, but he had always had a vague idea of what it would be like. He suspected that, much like everything else about Japan, her tears would be quite reserved. Greece imagined that she would have a forlorn look on her face -- sad brown eyes downcast and face turned slightly away -- as quiet tears gently fell down her pale cheeks. That was what he had envisioned, but what he saw that day was something else entirely.
He had come to visit Japan at her home -- as he did every two or three months when Japan did not feel up to visiting him -- had told her of his arrival well in advance, but was disappointed to when she was not at the airport to greet him. Greece called her, several times at that, but each call went unanswered. A strange feeling settled into the pit of his stomach, because Japan was always so good about answering her phone whenever he called, but he had pushed it aside and settled on just getting a cab as opposed to waiting at the airport any longer.
When he arrived at her home, the feeling that had bothered him earlier returned -- twisting his insides and filling him with dread -- after his knocks and calls went unanswered. He waited outside for a few minutes before finally deciding on testing the door and finding, much to his surprise, that it was opened. Greece entered, feeling certain that Japan would not disapprove of his doing so, and was quickly greeted by Japan's little dog Pochi.
Pochi's usual happy yips and wagging tail was absent today as the dog choose instead to bark at Greece in what he thought was a serious manner. Greece decided to follow Pochi, because he felt certain that the dog's strange behavior meant that something significant was waiting for him. Pochi lead him down the hall towards one of the bathrooms usually reserved for guests and it was only then that Greece heard it: the faint, yet unmistakable sound of blubbering sobs.
He knew right away who it was and that knowledge troubled him more than uncertainty ever could. Greece gave the door a quick rap, leaning closer to listen for any signs of acknowledgement from the other end of the door. Unsurprisingly he didn't hear so much as a hitch as the sob went on uninterrupted. "Japan?" he called out, testing the water so to speak. "Japan are you alright?"
It was a foolish question, but it was the only thing he could think to say. Once again there came no response, so he tried again. "Japan do you... want me to come it?"
Another foolish question, another lack of response and Greece took his chances, easing the door open and stepping inside the tiny bathroom. He found Japan sitting in a heap on the floor, clothes rumbled, hair askew, and face buried in her hands as she continued to shake from the convulsions of her tears. It was possibly the most heart breaking thing Greece had ever laid eyes on and the urge to soothe, to comfort, to gather Japan into his arms and kiss away every last trace of tears was almost too much to resist. However, this was Japan he was dealing with, and in the century that he had known her never had she been one for physical contact, so Greece knew he had to make do with sitting down beside her on the floor and placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Japan?" he tried and was met with the now familiar response. "Kiku?"
The use of her human name was enough to give Japan pause. She halted in her fitful sobs for just a moment, using the reprieve to turn towards him with red rimmed brown eyes and a truly distraught gaze. "Greece-san," she began, lips and voice quivering. "Heracles!"
She collapsed into his side then, wrapping her small yet powerful arms around him and burying her face into his chest. Something truly horrible must have occurred to leave such a reserved woman in this state.
"Kiku, don't cry," he soothed, running a gentle hand up and down her back. It was a gesture he usually used on his cats. While it tended to work well enough on them, it had little impact on Japan, who seemed intent on maintaining her state of hysterical tears until she herself chose to stop. "Kiku... you'll make yourself sick... if you keep crying like this."
His warning only served to make her cry even harder, as her grip around him tightened and her fingers buried themselves deep into his side. Perhaps that was not such a wise thing to say.
Just outside the door Pochi yipped and whimpered, overcome with concern for his mistress and Greece felt positively frustrated by his own ineffectiveness. He sighed, continuing to run his hand up and down Japan's back (because it made him feel better even if it had no effect on her), as he scrambled to think of some way to remedy this situation. As his mind wandered, his eyes began to roam around the room, as if the tiny bathroom could provide him with any answers. Surprisingly, it did.
At Japan's feet laid a small, opened box. Since Greece spoke Japanese better than he could read it, he was unable to make out what the writing meant, but the image on its shiny packaging was unmistakable. His heart beat quick and slow at the same time as he began to look around the room for the item the box once held. He found it on the counter above them, sitting useless and forgotten, and Greece could not help but to grab it and inspect it for himself. The meaning of the bright blue tip on the end of the little white stick was still a mystery to him, but at least Greece had a good idea now as to what was troubling Japan.
His mind was swirling with the possibilities -- good and bad, new and frightening -- as he felt... He didn't know how to feel, because he had never imagined himself here. This was a situation meant for humans, not beings like him. It was too much.
His insides seemed to quiver as he held Japan's back firmly in one arm and hooked his other underneath her legs. He stood on usually steady legs and carefully carried Japan -- still wrapped up in her powerful sobs -- over to the sitting room. Greece placed her down on one of the chairs and watched, at a loss, as she continued to cry into the palms of her hand. He smoothed down her hair and straightened the chrysanthemum set on the side of her bob as it was suddenly askew. He didn't know why that made him feel better, but it did.
"I'll... I'll get you some water," he offered before walking over to the kitchen. On his way, he passed the bathroom once more and realized that he had dropped the stick onto the floor. Somehow, it called out to him, demanding Greece's attention and reminding him that ignoring the truth was not an option. He swallowed against the tightness that had formed in his throat before bending to pick it up and shove it into his pocket. When he entered the kitchen, he washed his hands before grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water.
Returning to the sitting room, he found that Japan had stopped sobbing. Somewhat. Tears were still slipping from her eyes and down her cheeks, but she was no longer blubbering and convulsing. Instead, her arms were wrapped around Pochi -- who was himself busy licking at his mistress's damp cheeks – as she stared at a spot on the floor with more misery and uncertainty than Greece had ever seen.
"Here," Greece said softly as he handed her the glass. "You should drink something."
Japan accepted the glass quietly, reluctantly untangling her beloved pet from her embrace and grasping the cup without ever looking up at Greece. Pochi whined and placed his head in Japan's lap. He seemed determined not to leave her side until Japan was herself again. When she finished every last drop within the glass, Greece took the cup away from her and put it down on a nearby table. He stood awkwardly for a moment, uncertain as to what to do next, before finally deciding to sit down.
"Kiku," he began, fishing out the small stick from his pocket. He wanted to know, but at the same time did not want to hear the answer. It would change everything. It would hurt. It would... it could destroy whatever had been building between them. Yet all the same, his mother had taught him to face the future head on, and that was what he was going to do. "What does... this mean?"
Japan glanced over at the test in his hand for just a moment before quickly averting her gaze. She trembled and seemed to shrink inward.
"Are you...?" he tried again. "Is it...?"
"It is only a test," she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.
He frowned at that. Unclear as always. "But are you-"
"I don't know."
Greece swallowed, understanding slightly. He had heard that these tests could be unreliable, but that told him nothing about what sort of results it had produced. Or what Japan was feeling. "Do you want to be?" he asked, deciding then to be direct.
Quiet tears welled up in Japan’s brown eyes before she shut them tightly and allowed the tears to slide down her face and drip to her cheek. He now had the answer he had unconsciously dreaded.
"Disgraceful," Japan whispered finally, her eyes still closed and her face turned slightly away. "I should never have..."
His insides quivered once more and suddenly the small space between them on the couch felt like a vast cavern and he couldn't remember ever feeling further away from Japan. "Do you... regret us?"
"I regret being careless," she told him, dancing around his question.
"You weren't being careless. You were being passionate."
"And this is where passion got me."
Greece looked down at the little piece of plastic at the center of this. "This isn't such a bad place to be."
"It's not... it's not where I imagined myself."
"Me neither."
They were quiet then and the silence that settled between them was thick and stifling. Greece thought of his mother then. He wondered if she had reacted this way to his own impending arrival. He wondered what had driven her to push aside fear and uncertainty to go on this journey alone.
He thought about long summer days then. He thought about laying in grassy plains as watchful eyes looked after him. He thought about gentle hands smoothing the stubborn kinks in his hair. He thought about soft lips pressed against his forehead, kind hands wiping the tears from his cheeks, and strong arms rocking him to sleep.
Greece looked at Japan then and saw that her eyes were trained on Pochi resting calm and obedient in her lap as she ran slim fingers through his fluffy white fur. The tears had finally stopped, but she seemed no less uncertain than she had before and Greece wanted more than anything to change that. He shifted on the small couch, closing the gap between them, and placed a quick kiss to her still damp cheek.
"I love you," he told her, certain and firm because those words had always been easier for him to say than they ever would be for her. "And I want it... to be positive."
She turned to him then, brown eyes wide and frightened as she searched his face and only found sincerity. "You say that now, when it's easy," she said. "But it won't be later on. It'll only get harder."
"I don't care," Greece answered. "We've never done what was easy. It's not in our nature."
"It'll change us," Japan warned.
"The world is always changing."
"The world is in turmoil. Do you really want to... to do this now?"
"There will never be a perfect time," he reasoned. "And we've been given this opportunity now... We should take it." Greece waited for a response, but was only met with silence as Japan's eyes drifted downward, a thoughtful, troubled look on her face. "I could marry you," he ventured. "If that would make you feel better."
"You would only be marrying me out of duty."
He shrugged. "I would have married you a hundred years ago if you had let me."
Japan shifted and he was pleased to see that she moved towards him. "I don't know how to do this."
"Neither do I. We'll learn together."
Greece reached over and placed his hand over Japan's, grasping her slim fingers in his rough hand and gave them a supportive squeeze. "I... I will go to a doctor. So we will know for certain."
"And then?"
"We shall see," she whispered, before giving into the fatigue she had no doubt been feeling all day and leaned against Greece's sturdy side. He smiled, closing his eyes and lacing his fingers between hers. He hoped that Japan came around. He hoped that she was pregnant.
Author:
starrdust411Character(s)/Pairing(s): Greece/fem!Japan
Rating: PG
Warnings: Gender Bending, Het
Summary: Greece and Japan find themselves in a difficult situation (De-anon from the
hetalia_kink meme)Greece had never seen Japan cry before, but he had always had a vague idea of what it would be like. He suspected that, much like everything else about Japan, her tears would be quite reserved. Greece imagined that she would have a forlorn look on her face -- sad brown eyes downcast and face turned slightly away -- as quiet tears gently fell down her pale cheeks. That was what he had envisioned, but what he saw that day was something else entirely.
He had come to visit Japan at her home -- as he did every two or three months when Japan did not feel up to visiting him -- had told her of his arrival well in advance, but was disappointed to when she was not at the airport to greet him. Greece called her, several times at that, but each call went unanswered. A strange feeling settled into the pit of his stomach, because Japan was always so good about answering her phone whenever he called, but he had pushed it aside and settled on just getting a cab as opposed to waiting at the airport any longer.
When he arrived at her home, the feeling that had bothered him earlier returned -- twisting his insides and filling him with dread -- after his knocks and calls went unanswered. He waited outside for a few minutes before finally deciding on testing the door and finding, much to his surprise, that it was opened. Greece entered, feeling certain that Japan would not disapprove of his doing so, and was quickly greeted by Japan's little dog Pochi.
Pochi's usual happy yips and wagging tail was absent today as the dog choose instead to bark at Greece in what he thought was a serious manner. Greece decided to follow Pochi, because he felt certain that the dog's strange behavior meant that something significant was waiting for him. Pochi lead him down the hall towards one of the bathrooms usually reserved for guests and it was only then that Greece heard it: the faint, yet unmistakable sound of blubbering sobs.
He knew right away who it was and that knowledge troubled him more than uncertainty ever could. Greece gave the door a quick rap, leaning closer to listen for any signs of acknowledgement from the other end of the door. Unsurprisingly he didn't hear so much as a hitch as the sob went on uninterrupted. "Japan?" he called out, testing the water so to speak. "Japan are you alright?"
It was a foolish question, but it was the only thing he could think to say. Once again there came no response, so he tried again. "Japan do you... want me to come it?"
Another foolish question, another lack of response and Greece took his chances, easing the door open and stepping inside the tiny bathroom. He found Japan sitting in a heap on the floor, clothes rumbled, hair askew, and face buried in her hands as she continued to shake from the convulsions of her tears. It was possibly the most heart breaking thing Greece had ever laid eyes on and the urge to soothe, to comfort, to gather Japan into his arms and kiss away every last trace of tears was almost too much to resist. However, this was Japan he was dealing with, and in the century that he had known her never had she been one for physical contact, so Greece knew he had to make do with sitting down beside her on the floor and placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Japan?" he tried and was met with the now familiar response. "Kiku?"
The use of her human name was enough to give Japan pause. She halted in her fitful sobs for just a moment, using the reprieve to turn towards him with red rimmed brown eyes and a truly distraught gaze. "Greece-san," she began, lips and voice quivering. "Heracles!"
She collapsed into his side then, wrapping her small yet powerful arms around him and burying her face into his chest. Something truly horrible must have occurred to leave such a reserved woman in this state.
"Kiku, don't cry," he soothed, running a gentle hand up and down her back. It was a gesture he usually used on his cats. While it tended to work well enough on them, it had little impact on Japan, who seemed intent on maintaining her state of hysterical tears until she herself chose to stop. "Kiku... you'll make yourself sick... if you keep crying like this."
His warning only served to make her cry even harder, as her grip around him tightened and her fingers buried themselves deep into his side. Perhaps that was not such a wise thing to say.
Just outside the door Pochi yipped and whimpered, overcome with concern for his mistress and Greece felt positively frustrated by his own ineffectiveness. He sighed, continuing to run his hand up and down Japan's back (because it made him feel better even if it had no effect on her), as he scrambled to think of some way to remedy this situation. As his mind wandered, his eyes began to roam around the room, as if the tiny bathroom could provide him with any answers. Surprisingly, it did.
At Japan's feet laid a small, opened box. Since Greece spoke Japanese better than he could read it, he was unable to make out what the writing meant, but the image on its shiny packaging was unmistakable. His heart beat quick and slow at the same time as he began to look around the room for the item the box once held. He found it on the counter above them, sitting useless and forgotten, and Greece could not help but to grab it and inspect it for himself. The meaning of the bright blue tip on the end of the little white stick was still a mystery to him, but at least Greece had a good idea now as to what was troubling Japan.
His mind was swirling with the possibilities -- good and bad, new and frightening -- as he felt... He didn't know how to feel, because he had never imagined himself here. This was a situation meant for humans, not beings like him. It was too much.
His insides seemed to quiver as he held Japan's back firmly in one arm and hooked his other underneath her legs. He stood on usually steady legs and carefully carried Japan -- still wrapped up in her powerful sobs -- over to the sitting room. Greece placed her down on one of the chairs and watched, at a loss, as she continued to cry into the palms of her hand. He smoothed down her hair and straightened the chrysanthemum set on the side of her bob as it was suddenly askew. He didn't know why that made him feel better, but it did.
"I'll... I'll get you some water," he offered before walking over to the kitchen. On his way, he passed the bathroom once more and realized that he had dropped the stick onto the floor. Somehow, it called out to him, demanding Greece's attention and reminding him that ignoring the truth was not an option. He swallowed against the tightness that had formed in his throat before bending to pick it up and shove it into his pocket. When he entered the kitchen, he washed his hands before grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water.
Returning to the sitting room, he found that Japan had stopped sobbing. Somewhat. Tears were still slipping from her eyes and down her cheeks, but she was no longer blubbering and convulsing. Instead, her arms were wrapped around Pochi -- who was himself busy licking at his mistress's damp cheeks – as she stared at a spot on the floor with more misery and uncertainty than Greece had ever seen.
"Here," Greece said softly as he handed her the glass. "You should drink something."
Japan accepted the glass quietly, reluctantly untangling her beloved pet from her embrace and grasping the cup without ever looking up at Greece. Pochi whined and placed his head in Japan's lap. He seemed determined not to leave her side until Japan was herself again. When she finished every last drop within the glass, Greece took the cup away from her and put it down on a nearby table. He stood awkwardly for a moment, uncertain as to what to do next, before finally deciding to sit down.
"Kiku," he began, fishing out the small stick from his pocket. He wanted to know, but at the same time did not want to hear the answer. It would change everything. It would hurt. It would... it could destroy whatever had been building between them. Yet all the same, his mother had taught him to face the future head on, and that was what he was going to do. "What does... this mean?"
Japan glanced over at the test in his hand for just a moment before quickly averting her gaze. She trembled and seemed to shrink inward.
"Are you...?" he tried again. "Is it...?"
"It is only a test," she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.
He frowned at that. Unclear as always. "But are you-"
"I don't know."
Greece swallowed, understanding slightly. He had heard that these tests could be unreliable, but that told him nothing about what sort of results it had produced. Or what Japan was feeling. "Do you want to be?" he asked, deciding then to be direct.
Quiet tears welled up in Japan’s brown eyes before she shut them tightly and allowed the tears to slide down her face and drip to her cheek. He now had the answer he had unconsciously dreaded.
"Disgraceful," Japan whispered finally, her eyes still closed and her face turned slightly away. "I should never have..."
His insides quivered once more and suddenly the small space between them on the couch felt like a vast cavern and he couldn't remember ever feeling further away from Japan. "Do you... regret us?"
"I regret being careless," she told him, dancing around his question.
"You weren't being careless. You were being passionate."
"And this is where passion got me."
Greece looked down at the little piece of plastic at the center of this. "This isn't such a bad place to be."
"It's not... it's not where I imagined myself."
"Me neither."
They were quiet then and the silence that settled between them was thick and stifling. Greece thought of his mother then. He wondered if she had reacted this way to his own impending arrival. He wondered what had driven her to push aside fear and uncertainty to go on this journey alone.
He thought about long summer days then. He thought about laying in grassy plains as watchful eyes looked after him. He thought about gentle hands smoothing the stubborn kinks in his hair. He thought about soft lips pressed against his forehead, kind hands wiping the tears from his cheeks, and strong arms rocking him to sleep.
Greece looked at Japan then and saw that her eyes were trained on Pochi resting calm and obedient in her lap as she ran slim fingers through his fluffy white fur. The tears had finally stopped, but she seemed no less uncertain than she had before and Greece wanted more than anything to change that. He shifted on the small couch, closing the gap between them, and placed a quick kiss to her still damp cheek.
"I love you," he told her, certain and firm because those words had always been easier for him to say than they ever would be for her. "And I want it... to be positive."
She turned to him then, brown eyes wide and frightened as she searched his face and only found sincerity. "You say that now, when it's easy," she said. "But it won't be later on. It'll only get harder."
"I don't care," Greece answered. "We've never done what was easy. It's not in our nature."
"It'll change us," Japan warned.
"The world is always changing."
"The world is in turmoil. Do you really want to... to do this now?"
"There will never be a perfect time," he reasoned. "And we've been given this opportunity now... We should take it." Greece waited for a response, but was only met with silence as Japan's eyes drifted downward, a thoughtful, troubled look on her face. "I could marry you," he ventured. "If that would make you feel better."
"You would only be marrying me out of duty."
He shrugged. "I would have married you a hundred years ago if you had let me."
Japan shifted and he was pleased to see that she moved towards him. "I don't know how to do this."
"Neither do I. We'll learn together."
Greece reached over and placed his hand over Japan's, grasping her slim fingers in his rough hand and gave them a supportive squeeze. "I... I will go to a doctor. So we will know for certain."
"And then?"
"We shall see," she whispered, before giving into the fatigue she had no doubt been feeling all day and leaned against Greece's sturdy side. He smiled, closing his eyes and lacing his fingers between hers. He hoped that Japan came around. He hoped that she was pregnant.