Bloody hell. I uploaded the chapter before I edited it, fuck. Sorry.
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Britain paced back and forth in the lounge. He anxiously glanced at the old grand-father clock beside the sofa, it was almost eight. Nihon was supposed to be home an hour ago.
…B-but it's not what you think! He wasn't worried for that old man or anything. He was just…timing the other, yeah, that's right. The blonde was only waiting for the other to come back so that he could tell him off for being late, nothing else…
Sighing, Britain stopped and flopped onto the couch. Who was he kidding?
Emerald eyes shifted to the tall decorated tree that sat by the fireplace, today was Christmas and yet he was still here instead of partying or something. His gaze dropped to the box under the tree, the wrapping paper was white with red ribbons. It had taken him a month just to make that thing – not the box you fool, he meant the present inside – but the receiver wasn't even here to open it.
"Bloody hell…" The pirate muttered under his breath, combing his fingers through his hair.
The Japanese man went sent on a regularly mission, the usual one of assassinating some random bastard for interfering with their counties. Could it be that something happened to him? It was unlikely but possible. Sometimes if the target puts up a good fight or has strong bodyguards, they would come home with injuries. Once, Britain had returned with a black eye while Nihon broke his wrist.
Whichever way, it would secretly distress the other. Nobody had the right to hurt either of them unless it was their counterpart.
No one.
It wasn't that they were possessive or something – okay, maybe a little bit – but it was instinct. God forbid that should the future require them to be at war against each other, they should be the only one to cut the other down. Besides, Britain and Nihon had been living together for sometime now. That torture should have earned them the right to kill one another, right? Maybe he should call someone to check on the old man, the blonde didn't want to waste his time waiting for some stupid grandpa to come home.
"Alright," Britain got up and walked over to the phone on the table nearby. "Let's just make this quick." Repeat he was not worried for that man; the English man was just curious why the other was taking so long.
Just as he was about to touch the dial phone, the sounds of a door opening in the distance was heard and familiar light footsteps were heard. Immediately, Britain was outside by the corridor with his arms folded.
Nihon was strolling in, looking normal to most eyes. However the blonde had grown accustomed to his counterpart's ways, noticing certain things off about the raven. There was a barely noticeable limp in the Japanese man's confident and graceful walk. Britain could tell that something was annoying Nihon, for the man's grip on his katana was tighter than usual and his eyes were slightly sharper. Those red eyes grew even sharper when the owner saw him, stopping a few feet away.
"Tadaima" The raven said quietly with a slight glare before trying to walk pass the blonde. Britain would be a fool to let that happen though.
"Where were you" It was a statement, not a question as a hand enclosed around Nihon's arm. "What took you so long?"
"So rude" Nihon shook his head, clicking his tongue as if he was scolding a child "To think that you call yourself a gentleman"
"Humph, fine. Welcome back. Now answer the questions."
"On the mission but I was stalled by certain…things" The Japanese man glanced to the side for a moment, biting his lip which made Britain raised a thick brow. The other often did that whenever he was worried about something.
"And what are those certain 'things'?" He let Nihon pull his arm away, watching as the raven made his way towards the stairs to their room.
The smaller man paused, halfway up the stairs before shrugging. "Uninvited guests"
A split-second later, they heard a knock on the main door. Britain's eyes widened when he understood what the other meant but was too late. Before he could act, one of the few remaining servants – Most of the staff was on their day-off to go home and celebrate – went to answer the door. Chaos happened as other counties and people; He recognized his future self (England) and France, poured into his mansion.
"They asked if they could celebrate with us because you were too lazy to go out and party." The pirate heard his 'wife' shout from upstairs, "So I said yes and please do not worry about the food, the French insisted that the cooking was done by them"
Britain stood there with his eye-twitching, speechless from the sight of his empty house being suddenly filled. A moment passed before he recovered.
"I'll kill you, you old bastard!"
Upstairs, Nihon allowed a small smile on his lips. Yes, the English man might act that out. Not that he'd let him though, the raven thought as he entered their room. The Japanese man took his time to shower and change, smirking lightly as the sound of loud music boomed downstairs. That would no doubt keep the other busy as Nihon took out his own present from the secret compartment in his drawler.
He stared down at it, emotionlessly. It took him weeks to think of what to give that disrespectful youngster. The raven had taken painful steps to create this thing, making sure that the gift appeared neither caring nor cold. Taking out a flat rectangle-shaped blue box, Nihon inspected the red and white ribbons. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea…Even if they were married, they were still foes. Enemies don't give each other gifts, right? Oh wait, he heard of Germany and the future self of Britain – England was it? He was a better gentleman than that pirate – sharing a game of kicking a ball or something.
Nihon sighed heavily, sitting on the king-sized bed. He was not familiar with this 'holy' event; perhaps he could ask Holland-san or his future self for help. Or, his lips turned into a dark grin, he could just not give the present and let Britain suffer alone downstairs. But then again, all his effort in making this gift would be wasted. Luckily, a soft knock stopped him from making his decision.
"Sumimasen," A voice so alike yet different in many ways spoke from behind the door. "Britain-san asked for you"
"Thank you for coming to get me" Nihon said, picking up the present and opening the door with a polite smile. "However please refrain from allowing that brat to order you around, Kiku. You never know when he will try and bed you."
It felt rather weird to call his other self his name but the two ignored it. After all, it was only a fan fiction.
"A-ah, I apologize. I'll keep that in mind." Japan's face flushed slightly before the two made their way downstairs. It was a chaotic but fun mess of a party, there were random people everywhere and destroying the house. The second they stepped into the main room of the party, Nihon watched as a loud America bounced over to them and stole Japan. The other Japanese male gave him a apologetic look before disappearing into a sea of people.
Now alone, the raven glanced around for his 'husband'. Unsurprisingly, he found Britain and England auguring with France and his past self, Franks (It's the ancient name of France DAFUAQ?) about who had the better past/future/other self. It was true that a gathering like this was very rare but this was irrelevant. Sighing, Nihon was about to go and break up the fight like the good 'wife' he was when an arm wrapped itself around his shoulders.
It was Prussia who shot him a challenging look. "Hey evil Japan! You want to have a drinking contest with the awesome me?" He had to raise his voice over the music blasting at the corner to be heard.
"No thank you" Nihon chuckled softly at the new nickname before flicking off the offending limb off. He was about to continue on his mission to pull that idiot away by the ear when Prussia spoke up.
"Aww, that's a pity. Fine then. I'll get Kiku instead!"
…Well fuck. The raven knew that he couldn't hold his alcohol as well as the German. His current self might wake up with some stranger if he accepted, and being the polite person he was, he probably will.
"If you insist" Nihon growled, knowing full well that he was going to regret this tomorrow morning. But if Kiku avoids this fate, it would be worth it?
"Great! Meet at the kitchen but you defiantly won't beat my awesomeness" The albino claimed, laughing as he went to find more victims— I mean friends to join.
Yep, the Japanese man sighed, he was going to regret this no doubt. The dark aura around Nihon thankfully kept people away as he went and dropped his box under that damn tree before stomping his way into the kitchen, glaring at anyone in his way. He was greeted by the sight of most of the counties, both past and present. A frown was made when the raven also saw Japan in the middle of the crowd. Looks like his choice was for nothing.
"Let's get this over with" Nihon sighed, hating himself. Although he noticed that a certain brat was nowhere to be seen. Not that he cared.
The rest was a blur after a few drinks, but at least he let held on till Germany passed out on the table. That night was filled with strange happenings. He remembered seeing a stupid looking man dressed as an angel who was dancing with Kiku on the table while singing some song about wrapping winter up. (See My Little Pony), America kissing a chair, a scarf-wearing man carrying off the current China-kun and other weird things.
Nihon was slumped on the kitchen counter, watching an adorable chibi-fied version of the current Italy chat with some blonde kid. They looked so sweet together, he wished he had his camera to capture this moment but suddenly he was flying.
No, wait. Somebody was carrying him in bride style, heading up the stairs. No way was he going to let some stranger sleep with him. Swiftly, the raven pulled out a small dagger and pressed it lightly against whoever-this-was's neck.
"No need for that gramps"
He knew this voice but the oriental nation wasn't able to put his finger on it. However, his sluggish mind told him that he could trust this guy so the blade was lowered. Nihon faintly remembered hearing a door swing open before he was placed onto a bed. The caution came back and the raven narrowed his eyes, grabbing the knife again but nothing happened. A blur of yellow, white and blue moved in front of him, muttering something about not keeping an eye on somebody.
The blob of colors stood still for a moment before it went into the bathroom. Nihon stared at where it disappeared before dropping the dagger somewhere and rolling over to the side. A minute later, the familiar warmth came behind him and arms circled around his waist. Although drunk, the Japanese still slapped the hands off, earning a chuckle from behind.
"Merry Christmas Kiku"
"Quiet brat"
The arms came back but he couldn't be bother to stop him as a comforting darkness took over.
I apologize, I am not familiar with Christmas for I do not celebrate it. If I got anything wrong, let me know if you please. Hope you all enjoyed this.
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