Readers,

So, I had some people actually begging for another story similar to "Happy Memories"- ya know, the sweet, fluffy stuff? Yeah, so, I'm doing some GiriPan (Greece and Japan)! Yayuh! One of my favorite couples~! Even though I'm Otto-chan, and I kind of want Greece for myself. . . Heh heh. . . Creepy, right? Whatevs, we're cool, Bros. Yeah. Let's go.

I do not own, or claim to own, any Hetalia characters.

Otto

I could feel the sun shifting around us as we dozed, sitting and holding each other's hands on the grassy hillside. The air was pleasant for midsummer Greece, and a cool breeze wafted around me, tousling my oak-colored hair.

I glanced down, smiling at the sleeping man in my arms. He looked so cute when he slept. Like a little kitten. It made me want to hug him even more than I usually want to. Kiku was just the best husband a man could have; the way he cooked and cleaned like a woman, and was so open only to me.

I am constantly puzzled as to why he only tells me some of the most trivial things. He keeps everything to himself and to the one man he trusts most. He knows I won't ever tell anyone his deepest insecurities, or his darkest fears. Those are for us to know, and for us to fight through- and I swear that I will fight alongside him until the day I disappear off of the face of the Earth.

Still smiling, I gently lean back, slowly lowering him down with me, so our faces are towards the clouds. It's soothing- the serene beauty of the puffy, white chinks of evaporated water mosey on through the light blue abyss that is the sky. Aimlessly floating until they collect enough water to rejoin the Earth.

Once more, I glance down at the raven-haired man I hold and grin. How I could ever get someone like him to fall in love with me, I will never know. All I can say is that he is perfect. Perfect in every way.

The way his eyes flutter when he dreams, as if he's looking around at the darkness inside his eyes. The way he smiles at me and asks me how my day was every afternoon when I get home. The way that he dotes on me like a sick child every time I cough or get a headache, even sometimes casting aside the fact that he's sick himself.

I don't much like when he does that. It's a very sweet gesture, and something that I appreciate greatly, but doesn't he realize that I'm worried about him? Does he realize that I don't want him to get hurt, or be sick at all, ever? Even if that means I take it all? I went to Yao for advice, but he just told me that that's just how that works. I'll always feel that way, and he'll always feel the same for me. That's what real love is.

The sudden stirring of my husband against my chest startles me. "You're awake. . ?" I ask in my perpetually sleepy tone.

He nods. "Yes. . . Did you sleep well?" He asks, smiling and rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes.

I shrugged. "I didn't actually sleep for long. . ." I told him, smiling back. "I was. . . thinking."

You see, now, this is much better than my earlier fluff. This is good. No more rookie crap~! R&R if you enjoyed. Take it easy, folks.