I apologize from the bottom of my heart for the delay. Between my son keeping me up most of every night the past week and a half, having to give my RP account some love, and worrying over the steadily regressing rights of citizens of my state, I am one tired and mind weary authoress. I have worked on this for 4 days, only to end up having to rewrite parts because I'd fall into a doze while writing and end up with two or three paragraphs of pure nonsense ^^;; But the fire is burning brighter with this story, and I will be busting my hump to keep the updates shorter in time.
Enjoy!
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The story spread like wildfire.
Prussia, after telling Spain and France what Japan had said about America, made them swear not to utter a word to anyone. They promised to keep their mouths shut, and the three parted ways. But, we all know that such juicy bits of gossip cannot be kept to oneself for long before it slips out in one way or another. And in the case of the assembled nations, it would only take minutes for it to get around to everyone present.
France kept his word for all of three minutes. He was making his way to the cafeteria, hopefully to lure England into a nearby closet for some private time (or anyone feeling like a quick romp), when Denmark stepped out of the bathroom to his left. Knowing that he would appreciate a good laugh, he waved him down. "Oh, you're not going to believe what Gilbert just told me…"
Spain, meanwhile, had made his way to where Romano was waiting. They were going to go to a nearby restaurant for lunch since the Italian despised eating what they attempted to pass off as food in the UN cafeteria. On the way, after a bit of prying, Spain spilled his guts about why he had been closed up in the break room with his friends.
It was a domino effect after that.
Denmark proceeded to tell Norway, Iceland, and Netherlands about America's shortcomings in the bedroom. Romano sent a text to his brother, who in turn told Austria, Hungary, and Belgium. Sealand overheard the conversation, and rushed over and told Australia, who made his way to the table where all the Asian nations but Japan were sitting, and informed them. Norway told Sweden and Finland, who told Lithuania, who was immediately interrogated by Russia and spilled the beans. Russia, in turn, made his way over to where England and Canada were standing, and told them what he had heard. He walked away with a serene smile on his face, leaving the two gawking after him.
It was a bit different to hear such a thing when it was about your own family.
We pick back up the story with England and Canada, both of whom just stared at each other wide-eyed. After about two minutes of mimicking a fish out of water, England spoke first, his voice sounding strained.
"Well… uhm… heh heh heh." He scratched the side of his neck.
Canada nodded. "Yeah. That's… quite the story."
Picking up his cup of tea, England gazed around the room, searching for America, but not spotting him. "I wonder where your brother is? He should have been here by now."
"Oh, he and Japan went to get coffee from Starbucks. Apparently they have a new flavor he wanted to try." Rolling his eyes, Canada leaned back against the wall, and looked out over the area, noticing that the main topic was his brother. Sighing, took his glasses off, and went to polishing them with a cleaning cloth he pulled from his pocket. "You know, if Al were to walk in right now, he'd end up walking out single." He paused, and looked over at England, his expression one of annoyance. "Why would Japan even tell something like that? And to Gilbert, of all people?!"
England hummed. "Well, maybe Prussia was in the right place at the right time." Shaking his head slowly, he finished off his tea and tossed the empty Styrofoam cup in the garbage. "But I agree. Alfred's going to do one of two things; go ballistic, or have a mental breakdown." He faced Matthew, who was putting his glasses back on. "We might as well be prepared to restrain him."
"Or comfort him."
"Right… or both."
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Meanwhile, America and Japan had just returned from their trip to the corner coffee shop. After a debate, they had settled on green tea lattes, and were strolling along quietly, holding hands and sipping their beverages in companionable silence. America was thinking about the various topics brought up in the meeting that morning, nodding to himself every now and then as he agreed with his inner monologue.
Japan, on the other hand, was dwelling on his earlier conversation with Prussia. After leaving the break room and heading out with Alfred for his coffee fix (and had ended up with tea in the end), he had thought about the decision to reveal his personal life to the other, and realized that maybe it hadn't been such a good idea. Prussia was not known for being a good secret keeper, and would most likely tell someone. The more he thought about it, and the possible outcomes, the more worried he became.
America looked down at Japan to say something, but paused when he saw the worried look on his face. Frowning, he poked his cheek gently, causing the other to startle and gaze up at him with wide eyes. His frown deepened when he saw that. "Hey, what's bugging you? You seem tense."
"A-Ah! It's nothing, really!" Japan gave him a smile he was not feeling. "I was just wondering about something. It's nothing to worry about."
Releasing his hold on Japan's hand, America reached out and opened the door, flashing his Hollywood-patented smile while motioning for him to go inside first. "Alright, but you know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
Stepping through the door, the other gulped. "Yes, I know."
"Well, good! Honesty is the best policy, ya know?" The other followed, and they made their way down the main hallway to the cafeteria. Inside his mind, Japan groaned, wishing that he'd done that to begin with. Together they stepped through the entrance to the dining hall. Everyone present had apparently been waiting for them to appear, and locked their eyes on America once he came into view.
The pair froze, Japan sensing the mood and accurately guessing what was going on, while America just looked confused, and on guard.
As one, the entire room, save for the two in the back, erupted in a roar of laughter.
Denmark and Poland fell out of their chairs, howling with glee. France was beating the table with his fist, unable to control himself. Prussia, Spain, and Netherlands were red faced, their cries of mirth mixing with those of Norway and the UK brothers, minus England. Germany, Austria, Romano, and Russia were all gazing at America, shaking their heads in disproval while trying to keep their amusement in check.
The Baltics had the decency not to laugh, however, and were gazing at the now very alarmed superpower with sympathetic eyes. Finland and Sweden were as well, both giving their neighbors the evil eye.
The members of the Asian assembly were choking out apologies to Japan over the noise while cackling at his boyfriend's expense.
Meanwhile, two sets of eyes observed the scene in front of them, green and violet hardening in barely suppressed rage. Tongues were bitten, the pair choosing to sit back and bide their time for the moment.
It was at that moment that Japan knew he should have kept his mouth shut. Blushing a deep red, he held up a hand to get everyone's attention, hoping that they would keep their mouth's shut.
Of course, he had no such luck. And it just HAD to be France that stood and spoke first.
"Oh, Amerique! I would have never guessed you were a one-minute man!" That led to another round of loud laughter, leaving the American even more puzzled.
Shushing everyone so he could hear, he fixed his gaze on the Frenchman. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? What's a one-minute man?"
There was a pregnant pause, followed by a third explosion, this one leading to more people falling from chairs and beverages being spit from mouths. Germany, in all his rigid glory, fixed him with a baleful stare. "Really America, not even you can be that oblivious."
Russia nodded. "Da. And to think, you're a world superpower." He looked at his former enemy, and arched an eyebrow. "I just wish I would have known this sooner. We could have had a contest to see who could last the longest. I definitely would have been the winner."
Throwing his hands in the air, he gazed around the room, clueless to what they spoke about. "Guys, seriously, what is going on? What's so damn funny?!"
Japan, meanwhile, had been fighting an internal battle over whether or not he should just tell him flat out or let the situation go. He settled on telling him now. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and touched America's shoulder, who was now getting an earful of taunts from the rest of the assembly.
"A-Alfred-san..."
Spain called out over the din of voices. "Hey, amigo! Maybe you should jerk it before hopping in the sack!"
"Like, really, you need better control over your urges. Popping off early is SO not cool." This came from Poland, who had managed to find his way back into his chair. He was knocked out of it a second later by Scotland, who looked as though Christmas had come early.
"Alfred! I need you to listen to me…"
A thick brogue drowned out Japan's voice. "Y'know, I always knew my wee brother raised ye to be a wuss. But ah am shocked he dinna teach ye about proper bedroom etiquette, wha' with 'im being the "erotic ambassador" an' all." That drew even more laughs from the gathering of nations, a few turning to look to where England was standing, a mask of rage on his features.
The others, noticing the sudden silence from them, looked over as well, and quickly followed suit. Even Scotland and France held their tongues, not having seen the look the Englishman wore on his face since his days of privateering.
Japan took the opportunity to get America's attention, giving his jacket sleeve a tug. "Alfred-san! There is something you need to know!"
America turned from the crowd to gaze down at him, still confused about the whole situation, now suspicious of what they were referring to. "Kiku, what's going on? Why is everyone laughing at me?"
Swallowing, Japan opened his mouth to respond, the words getting stuck in his throat. Oh Kami, this was bad! If Prussia had only kept his fat lips closed, this wouldn't be happening. Cutting said nation a scathing glare, who in return had the decency to look somewhat ashamed, he tried to speak again. "Well… that is… uh… you see, what they are… uhm…"
"You no good at sex!"
Every head turned to look at China, who was growing tired of the situation fast. "Kiku told dumbass over there that you suck at foreplay. He also say you ejaculate too soon, and leave him hanging."
There was a harsh intake of breath from everyone in the room. Everyone slowly turned back to stare at America.
He looked as though he had been hit with a freight train head on. His gaze slid to meet Japan's. The mix of hurt and shock shining in those sky blue eyes tore at the Asian man's heart. "Kiku? I-Is that... Is it true? Am I a bad lover?"
Twenty some heads turned to Japan, the quiet in the room almost deafening.
With a heavy sigh, Japan squared his shoulders, and took the bull by the horns. "You are excellent at showing your emotions, like how much you love me. However, your… technique… is lacking."
Feeling the dam burst open on his emotions, he was unable to control the flow of words coming from his mouth. "Every time we go to bed together, you always rush through things! One minute we're kissing, the next we're fucking. And that barely lasts a minute, if that long. Then, when you've come, you always roll over and fall asleep, leaving me without release of my own. And it's getting worse as the months go by."
He trembled violently, all his anger and frustration coming out at once. Pointing a finger in America's face, he glared up at him, eyes glinting with unshed tears. "I can't bear it any longer, Alfred! I am not a toy for you to use and toss aside at your leisure! You… you must learn to control yourself, and learn how to do proper foreplay, as well as restraint!"
America's head hung in shame, tears of his own glinting in the fluorescent lighting of the cafeteria. The blonde nation shook in place, his fists clenched at his sides, wanting nothing more than to disappear. Never, in all of his existence, had he been shamed this way. He had no words to describe how humiliated and belittled he felt. A silent sob shook his shoulders, catching the eyes of all who bore witness to the drama unfolding before them. Too late, they felt ashamed of their earlier actions, not meaning to make the boy feel bad.
To see him like this, shrunk in on himself and unmanned before the world, was painful to say the least.
But Japan wasn't done, being caught in the heat of the moment. Taking a breath, he would have continued his ranting, but a voice rang out from the back of the room.
"That is ENOUGH!"
Everyone spun in their seats, shocked to see that Canada, of all people, had been the one to speak, and was currently making his way towards the two in the doorway, the heels of his boots clacking on the tiled floor with authority.
He came to a halt in front of them, his eyes glaring daggers at the Japanese man. "What in the HELL is your problem, Japan?! Have you lost your fucken mind?!" The other tried to respond, but was cut off by a gloved hand raising, cutting off his words. "There is a time and a place to have a discussion like this, and it sure as hell isn't here, in front of the entire summit!"
America and Japan took a step back, the Canadian looking as though he was about to lash out at the smaller nation. "M-Mattie, calm down…" America's voice shook with emotion, his eyes wide. The last time he had seen his brother even close to this level of anger had been when someone insulted his favorite Hockey team. That person had spent nearly six months in the hospital afterwards, half of that in intensive care.
Canada took in his brother's appearance, and softened for the moment. He reached out and pulled him in close, hugging him tightly while whispering soothing words in his ear. Grateful for the much needed comfort, the American twin buried his face in the other's neck and sobbed again, his hands gripping the front of his red uniform jacket.
Facing Japan over America's shaking form, Canada's face took on a stony look, his rage reigned in for the moment. "Of all the people in this room, you were the only one I trusted not to hurt my brother."
Japan threw his arms out in exasperation. "Matthew-san, you cannot say that you don't agree with me!"
"Actually, yeah, I can." Canada turned his head and looked out at the group of people who were gawking at them. "You... all of you know about my brother's Puritan roots, and about the strict upbringing he had under England's care. So NO, England would not have taught him these things, because at the time it wasn't proper for someone as young as we were to be taught things like sex, let alone foreplay and restraint."
The last part was spat at Japan, who was once again the Canadian's main focus. "So one would think that you would teach him, instead of assuming that he'd already know about it, especially since you're the older of the two of you, and way more experienced than he is."
While Canada was chewing out everyone in the room, England had made his way around the edge of the cafeteria. Carefully, he approached him, and rested a hand on his arm. "I think we're done here for now, love." He coaxed America out of his brother's grip and into his own embrace, turning to walk the boy out of the room. "He's had enough for one day. Come along, we're taking him home."
Nodding once, Canada turned to follow him, pausing when Japan made a move to intercept them. "Wait a minute! You can't just give a speech like that and not give me a chance to respond." He looked to America, who was staring at the floor. "Alfred, I'll come over later and-"
"NO!" Blue eyes snapped up to gaze at him. "Just… no, okay?"
Japan froze in his spot. "But, we need to work this out!"
America shook his head, more tears leaking from the corner of his eyes. "I-I can't, not now… not later… maybe not ever." His eyes returned to the tiles underfoot. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I… I…" His voice tapered off, and he fell silent.
England snarled when Japan went to speak again, making him draw back and away from the trio. He watched silently while the Brit led his now ex-boyfriend out of the room, cooing and fussing over his former charge, Canada right behind them. But before he turned the corner, he paused, and pivoted on his boot heels, once again facing the group of nations. His eyes had turned the color of storm clouds, so great was his anger. He pointed at them all, his voice as cold as the winds of the Yukon itself.
"You… all of you… you will pay for this. Mark my words. No one gets away with shaming my brother, regardless of whom or what they may be."
Satisfied with the now worried faces under his gaze, he pivoted once more, walking out of the room with his back ramrod straight, his heels still making that clacking noise that
would soon come to haunt them all.
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Give it up for Canada, people! I am in love with him already. His rage was my rage. In the next chapter, you'll get to see a drunken Japan, and two pissed off nations plot out revenge for their beloved Alfie XD Till next time X3
