So, I reeeaaally like Japan and Greece together, so I decided to write this. (~^_^)~

I'm not new to writing, and I'm not new to this website, but it's my first time posting here.

Pls give me constructive critisism, not hate. ❤

I don't own Hetalia, or it's characters, just the plot of this story. =^_^=

Greece had invited his new friend, Japan, to his country to show him more ruins he had discovered of his Mother's city. He sat in the shade of a grand pillar, sweating despite sitting in such a cool spot. He could hear Japan's footsteps in the distance, quiet, but confident and sure of their coarse. Knowing Japan was nearly there made Greece's heart flutter; he always got like that when his new friend came to visit.

"Greece? It's me, Japan. Where are you?" Japan asked, shading his eyes from the harsh sunlight.

Greece stood up and walked into Japan's view. "I was taking a break."

Japan sighed. "You're always taking a break."

Greece marvelled Japan; even though he seemed annoyed by Greece's behaviour there was still a trace of a smile on his lips.

"I have something to show you, I want you to be the only one to see it." Greece said, remembering why he had invited Japan here.

Greece walked over to his friend and grasped his hand, leading him towards his newest excavation sight. Japan seemed flustered, having his hand held, but he did nothing to pull it away.

Greece led his friend to a stone bench, where he examined small artifacts and other small relics. He picked up one of the artifacts, and presented it to Japan.

"Look, Japan, it's a bracelet."

"Oh my, it is very beautiful." Japan marvelled.

It was a gold band, the swirling patterns looked like gold vines wrapping around a girls wrist. At the clasp of the bracelet, was a beautiful collection of small gold flowers and gems of red, purple and green imbedded into it.

"I want you to have it, Japan." Greece said, placing it into his friend's hand.

"W-what? Are you sure? But, it's from your Mothers old city, it belongs in a Museum or something!" Japan was flustered and confused.

"I know, but I want you to have it. As a sign of our friendship." Greece replied, taking Japan's hand in his again and wrapping Japan's fingers around the bracelet.

"Th-thank you, Greece." Japan replied, a small blush rose on his cheeks.

Greece's heart ached, he didn't understand why. It felt like that sometimes, mainly when it had something to do with Japan. When he saw him smiling, or blushing, or walking away to go back home, his chest hurt.

"Japan, I have something important to do, I'll be right back. You can keep looking at relics, or take a nap if you want." Greece said.

Japan sighed. "I'm not like you Greece, I don't take naps."

"Pity," Greece muttered under his breath. "I'd like to take a nap with you."

"What did you say?" Japan asked.

"Nothing, it was nothing." Greece replied, turning around and walking towards his house. "I have to make a phone call, it won't take too long."

"Erm...okay..." Japan replied.

By the time Greece made it back to his house, he was bathed in sweat. He fanned himself with a magazine as he walked towards his phone. He dialled the number of someone he never thought he'd have to call.

"HON, HON, HON, IF IT ISN'T LITTLE GREECE." The person shouted.

"Yes, hello France." Greece replied. "I need advice, and I don't know who to ask."

"When, you have come to the right place, mon cheri." France exclaimed happily.

"It's about Japan. Well, it's because of Japan."

"Awh, has someone got a hard cock and need to know how to fix it?" France teased.

"No?"

"Oh Greece, I was only joking. Now, what is the matter?"

"When I'm around him, my chest really hurts. He doesn't have to say anything, he can just look at me and it aches. It hurts even more when he walks away or when Turkey is trying to take him away from me. Why is that?"

"Oh, mon cher, it appears that you are in love with our little Japan."

"In love?"

"Ui that is what is making your heart ache. You want to be with him, you want him all for yourself, and you want him to return your feelings. That is why it aches to be around him."

"What do I do?"

"You have to spark up a conversation about love, then talk to him that you have feelings for someone and ask him about what you should do about it. When he gives you advice, ask if he likes someone too. If he does, fuck him on the spot!"

"You advice was good until that last part."

"Well, then change it. This is all the advice I will give to you, the rest you need to figure out for yourself! Adue!"

With that, France hung up. Greece sighed, his chest was in so much pain he felt like he had been stabbed.

"I guess...I'll have to give it a shot."

When Greece arrived back at the excavation sight, he spotted Japan sitting in the shade playing with a cat. The sun was beginning to set.

"Who did you have to phone, Greece?" Japan asked.

"Oh, it turned out it wasn't very important after all." Greece replied.

"That's a shame." Japan replied.

"Say, Japan, do you want to watch the sun set with me?"

"Sure."

Greece led Japan to a large hill a little way from his excavation sight, it was secluded and quiet, just like Greece wanted. As they watched the sun sink into the horizon, Greece tried to pick up the courage to spark up the love conversation.

"I like sun sets, they're so beautiful." Japan said. Perfect, Japan had done the hard work for him.

"So do I, but I like cat's more."

"Of course you do." Japan sighed.

"Speaking of liking stuff, I have a question." Greece said, his heart was beating wildly. Japan looked up at him, a little surprised and flustered.

"What is it?"

"There's this person I like, they're very smart and sophisticated. But, I don't know if they will return my feelings. I like them so much it hurts, what do you think I should do?" Greece asked, fiddling with a blade of grass.

"Well, I don't know much about love, but maybe you should tell them. If they don't return your feelings, at least you would have tried. It might help you get over them. But, I don't know." Japan replied.

"Do you love anyone, Japan?" Greece asked, his heartbeat was erratic and his chest hurt so much he thought I was dying.

Japan's blush got deeper. "Well...I don't know...I guess so..."

"You guess so?"

"Well, I've never felt this way before, so I have no idea if I like them."

Greece couldn't take the pain anymore. He grabbed hold of Japan's arm, pulled him toward himself and pressed his lips against Japan's. Japan gasped against his lips, and tried weakly to pull away from him, but Greece refused to let him go. He started kneading his lips against Japan's, who seemed to relax against him and started to copy his movements. They stayed like that for what seemed like centuries, kissing softly and running their fingers over each other's hair and faces. It was only when Greece flicked his tongue against Japan's bottom lip that the other man frozen and pulled away from Greece. Japan covered his mouth with his hands, which were shaking. He looked at Greece as his eyes began to water; Greece was so shocked that he didn't know what to say. Japan shook his head and stand up and began running away. The pain returned to Greece's chest and his eyes begun to sting, he got up and chased the smaller man until he was able to grab hold of his arm again.

"Let go of me!" Japan shouted, trying to shake off Greece's grip.

"Japan, please, don't do this."

"You're a boy, I'm a boy! This can't happen, it's disgusting! You're disgusting!"

"Does that mean you're disgusting too, since you kissed me back?" Greece asked, his chest felt like it was being impaled by shards of ice over and over again.

Tears were streaming down Japan's face. "Why did you do that? I'd been trying for so long, to hide my feelings for you. A man liking another man is disgusting and disgraceful, but you kissed me and made me forget all that. How could you do that to me, Greece?"

Greece pulled Japan into his chest and wrapped his arms around him firmly. He stroked the younger mans hair, trying to calm him down.

"I've loved you for so long Japan, it hurt me so much to hide it from you. I couldn't take the pain anymore; I had to do something to stop it. But your reaction has made the pain worse than ever, I should have done nothing. I'm sorry, Japan."

Japan held Greece back, crying into his strong chest.

"I want to be with you, Greece, more than anything. But it's frowned upon, others will only hurt us."

Greece held Japan tighter. "Maybe, we don't have to tell anyone. Maybe, we can keep it a secret."

Japan looked up at Greece in surprise. "Really? You are willing to do that?"

"If it means I can finally have you all to myself, then I'll do anything."

Greece led Japan back to his house, hand in hand. He brought him to his room; Greece sat on the bed next to Japan, tangled his fingers in Japan's hair, and kissed him softly. Japan returned the kiss. They were both a little sloppy, but it was the most amazing thing either of them had ever experienced.