Japan was awoken by a loud banging sound on the front door, jolting him out of sleep. Concerned that this noise was coming from a burglar, Japan raced downstairs and grabbed a broom from the closet, flinging the door open to find his British friend drunk on his doorstep.
"Ello, Japan! What're ya doing up?" The Brit hiccuped, stumbling slightly.
Japan rubbed his eyes out of tiredness. "I was asleep until you arrived, England-San."
Britain laughed like the simple fact was the funniest joke in the world, swinging his half empty bottle of crappy yet still strong British vodka around and pushing past Japan into the house.
Japan sarcastically thought, "Well go on in and make yourself at home, then," as Britain rummaged through his kitchen cabinets, pulling out various Japanese candies. Japan made no attempt to stop him from doing this; he knew that England could be a very violent drunk.
"Hmmmm... This'll do!" Taking a swig from his bottle, Britain approached Japan brandishing a box of Pocky.
"Uh... England-San... What exactly are you doing with my Pocky?" Japan asked Britain as he opened the box and dipped a strawberry flavored stick into his vodka.
"Spiking them-it!" England giggled, taking a large bite of his alcoholic Pocky. "Heres, take one! Or ten! Is good~" England shoved the box and the bottle towards poor Japan, who was trying his hardest not to kick his friend out of his house.
"I-I really don't think-" Japan was cut off by Britain shoving the lip of the vodka bottle into his mouth and tipping it backwards, forcing him to swallow a few mouthfuls of the substance. The vodka burned mouth, throat, and stomach and he pushed the bottle back towards England, retching. He was already lightheaded and he felt sort of weird.
"Okey, maybe I will try a few," Japan slurred slightly, taking a handful of Pocky sticks and dipping them in the alcohol, eating each of them slowly. He couldn't even taste the vodka.
The duo took turns eating the spiked Pocky until they were all out of their booze. By now, Japan was completely drunk, and if possible, Britain was even more wasted than he was before. At one point, Japan had started blaring Vocaloid music, and when Ponponpon came on, he had set it on repeat.
England hiccuped again. "Now what?" He questioned.
Japan smiled drunkenly. "Pocky game~~!" He said in a singsongy voice that reminded him of Kyarypamyupamyu for reasons unknown.
The Japanese man grabbed a few sticks of chocolate Pocky and popped one of the ends in his mouth, leaning towards Britain. England took the other end of the Pocky in his mouth and the game began.
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The last stick of Pocky.
The two stared at it, the only noises that either of them made were small hiccups.
Japan picked it up, placing one end in his mouth and the other in England's. They ate it slowly, relishing it, letting their lips meet in the middle but not stopping there. England's tongue slid along Japan's bottom lip and Japan mistakingly let him in as England stole the last of the Pocky from inside the Asians mouth. Japan's hands tangled in England's hair as England's arms snaked around his waist, deepening the kiss. They moaned almost simultaneously, their tongues tangling together, trying to steal more of the Pocky from each other. England won this battle, falling on top of Japan and continuing the kiss.
When they broke away for breath, a string of saliva connected their lips. England smirked, panting but victorious.
"I win~~"
"Not yet, you don't," Japan purred, smashing his lips against England's again.