"D-don't!"
"Just hold still, Iggy!"
"Ah! That hurts!"
"Well stop moving so much!"
"Alfred! OW!"
"It'll feel better in just a second! Hold still already!"
"ALFRED!"
Dialogue like this had been going on in the hotel room next to Honda Kiku's for about 2 minutes straight. The poor nation was pale thinking about the unspeakable things that could be happening a mere 10 feet from where he sat.
"Shut up or you'll wake up the whole freaking hotel, Arthur!"
"AH! OW! ****! BLOODY ****!"
The G20 meeting was being held in South Korea, the main topic was economics, and Japan was well aware of the financial state both the nations were in. He knew that it was stressful for them and all, but was this really necessary to do in a hotel? Where the world's most powerful and most important nations were? Where everyone was trying to sleep? He decided to go next door to at least ask them to be quieter. He stood and walked to his door, but paused before opening it. He imagined what kind of position the two must be in right now and blushed deeper. Was it really, polite, to go over there and interrupt? 'Well, it is not polite to have sexual intercourse in such a public venue and at such a formal event!' he reasoned out in his head. He resolved to open the door and prop it open so he wouldn't get locked out. He walked a few feet next door. The tired nation raised his fist to knock on the door but paused when he heard England yell with an exasperated cry. Japan's face went pale again. He hung his head, he couldn't do it. Then he heard America yell to shut up again. He had too! His head popped up and he knocked on the door firmly.
"BLOODY HELL YOU GIT!"
Silence.
Kiku stared at the door for a good 20 seconds before he heard it unlock. The door opened to reveal an American with messed up hair and glasses slightly askew on his face. Japan's cheeks turned pink.
"OH! Hey Japan!" The golden blond nation chimed, "What's up?" He fixed Texas so it sat straight across the bridge of his nose.
Japan bowed slightly in greeting, "Hello, I was just wondering…" He blushed deeper thinking about it, "could you two please try to be a bit…quieter?"
"Huh?" America looked at his friend with his right brow raised, "What are y-OH! That?" He laughed loudly, then again when did America laugh softly? He held up a small shard of glass, "Remember when Italy ran into that table with the vase on it? Well Iggy fell on his ass right on the spot where the vase shattered and it turns out Gilbert can't clean, so Arthur has a bunch of glass stuck in his ass!"
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT FELICIANO IS CLUMSY!" Kiku heard Arthur yell from inside the room.
Alfred looked back at his roommate, "Well you could've been paying attention to where you were going too, dude!"
"IT WAS THE BLOODY FROG WHO RAN INTO ME!" he retorted in his defense.
America rolled his eyes and looked back at Japan, "I got all the glass out now so he should shut up. We're sorry, really!" He grinned down at Japan.
Japan gave another bow, "Yes…thank you…" he turned and left, returning to his room without another word. He locked his hotel door and stared at the ground. He was ashamed for thinking it was, what he thought it was. "Just glass…"