The confession
The day had been boring so far for Greece. With his head on the table, he watched the other nations fight about something new again, England and France where especially loud, and at this point he doubted he would get to nap at this meeting. This meeting was like so many others before. Fighting between all of them, Germany trying his best to be the only one who tried to get something done and order into this chaos, America watching France and England yell at each other and join in just for fun, and Japan… Just sitting there in the middle of all the yelling and senseless discussions, completely calm, and working through all the papers there where as if nothing was going on. He always was so calm, composed. His deep, brown eyes concentrated on his work, for a few moments on the others from time to time, to see if he should maybe interfere, then deciding not to, and turning back to work, his dark hair covering his eyes from Greece’s sight. Just slowly he realized he had been staring at the other again, just like so many other days before. He sighed softly and turned to the papers on the table before himself, nothing too interesting, nothing important. It didn’t took long for his mind to wander off again, to deep, calm eyes and coal black hair. A soft voice that never got angry, a just as soft smile whenever he talked about themes he liked, like cats… Cats where great. Just like him. With a light smile his mind wandered off beside all the yelling around him, and he barely noticed when the other began to stood up one after another. He looked up, his eyes tiredly half lidded, and slowly remembered. Right, normally he would nap now, usual lunch pause. Lunch. He remembered that and looked up, searching for his friend again. Still talking to Germany apparently, just slowly making his way to the entrance. He stood up, quickly getting his bag he brought today, and walked over to the two. Japan was quick to notice him, excuse himself, and walked over to the other. “Hey Greece, how…” He could barely finish his sentence as he quickly needed to catch an apple, thrown at him by a lightly blushing Greece. “…Good day to you too…?” “…For lunch”, the greek man was quick to excuse and nodded to the entrance, “Wanna eat something together? I would like to talk.” Greece was now glad that his voice always sounded rather calm and slow, no nervousness was able to found as he talked. “Sure, if you wish to.” “Good.” Short words, everything clear, no long words, no questions needed. Greece smiled lightly and walked besides Japan to the cafeteria and after a while just sitting in a corner beside each other.
“What is it Greece?” Japan slightly tilted his head, the soft hair framing his face flowing with the motion, as the other dreamily noticed. “You said a few days ago you wanted to learn more about my country…” “Yes indeed. Why?” He searched in the bag he had brought with him for a short moment, then pulled out a book, holding it out to the other. “I think you would like to read it. Next meeting we could talk about it…” The other carefully took the book and gave a light smile in return. “Thank you Greece.” He shrugged, smiling back. “No problem.”
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After two more hours, the meeting was over already. Japan had worked through everything he could, and when he arrived home he was happy when he thought about a free afternoon. He made his way to the couch, comfortably sitting in the cushions as Pochi was fast to jump on his lap as well. Smiling at the small dog, Japan made himself comfortable, pulled the book out… And slightly raised his brow as the saw a note sticking out of one of the sides. “Huh? What’s that…?” He flipped through the pages, briefly looking over some of the chapters, until he got to the marked side. The note and a small letter from the book on Japans lap and on Pochi, who quickly shook the paper off and the ground. His owner chuckled lightly as he picked the note up again, intending to first look at it. “Read this page… But I would have read it anyways!” He asked himself a bit confused, was something special about that side? He took up the book again, reading through a side with some random facts about ancient Greece. “Homosexual relationships where seen as superior, relationships where allowed and encouraged in the army, if you wanted to show someone you like them you would throw them an apple…” He paused himself, reading the last sentence again. First it was a slight suspicion, then he slowly remembered the moment with Greece just a few hours ago, and after a few moments he blushed lightly. No… That must have been a coincidence, wasn’t it? He said it was simply for lunch, not… Though his behaviour had been a bit off about it… His blush got just a bit brighter. But what if… Thought usually he was so straightforward, wouldn’t he have just said it…? With a short bark from Pochi he was pulled out of his thoughts and looked down to the small dog, holding the letter, which had fallen from the pages as well, in its mouth. “Oh, it was in the sides as well, right? Thanks Pochi.” He petted the dog and carefully took the letter. “For Kiku… He used my human name…?” He shook his head. “I’m sure it will clear things up, don’t worry too much”, he just thought to himself and was quick to open the letter. “Dearest Kiku…” Hoping to get an answer he read the letter… slowing down with every following word, his blush getting brighter with every sentence, his heart beating faster with every moment. He carefully held the small piece of paper, looking at it rather shocked. Well, his hopes hadn’t been for nothing. “This explains a lot…”
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The time to the next weeks meeting went by just too soon, and Greece wasn’t sure on why he had appeared. Japan hadn’t called him all week, and a fear had struck itself in the philosophers heart. Very untypical for him, he had arrived early. A whole hour before start even, and Germany had asked him already if he was sick. “In a sense…” He just anxiously waited for the arrival of one person alone, sitting straight, tapping his foot on the ground and his glare fixed on the door, a disappointed sigh following with everyone else then his desired person walking in. More then one of the others had now noticed his weird behaviour, a few eyes resting on him worried, though he didn’t care what they thought. He just waited to hear the thoughts of one person alone. So it was understandable that, when Japan finally walked into the room, he stood up immediately, nearly looking panicked at the other as he made his way to him. “Greece, I think we need to discuss something later.” His tone, his formal speech, his straight figure… Greeces shoulders slumped down, closing his eyes and sinking back into his seat… When he felt a sudden thumb against his head and something rolling down on him. He quickly opened his eyes again, just to see a light smirk on the others face and while Greece just looked down, just a moment later softly smiling at the sight of a red apple in his lap, Japan couldn’t stop the smile on his face either, a short letter sticking out of his pocket.
“Dear Kiku, If someone had asked me if I believed in love on first sight, I wouldn’t have been able to answer. Yes, I am a philosopher and of course I believe as something as beautiful as that, but as a nation… No matter if it wouldn’t have been a human or country, it would have been a sin, impossible from the start. Its not an option for us, and I believed that as well. That is… Until I saw you. A body so small and fragile, skin as white and clear as the light of the stars and hair, so thin, soft and dark as a moonless night. Your expression being the opposite though, sure and strong. Your whole body screaming “Protect me!”, while you just said “Leave everything to me”. I saw from the first moment that we were alike, longing to say more then we did, but unsure on how others would think, if they where to understand. I fell for you the first moment I saw into your strong and beautiful eyes. I knew it was a mistake, I knew it well. Relationships between nations can change so easily… One moment friends, the next enemies, and later allied again, though now bruised and broken by former hatred. I know how great my sin was… I want you to know though, that no matter what happens between out nations, no matter how worse it gets… I, not as a nation but as a person, will always care for you. I will always love you.
In deepest admiration, your Heracles.”
