This is kind of really random, and I've kind of got writer's block.

Light Japan x China, don't like? Don't read!


Lolita

Yao was standing outside Kiku's door, he had just knocked and was awaiting the Japanese male to let him in.

"Come inside, it is unlocked," He called from inside. Yao reached for the handle and pulled it open. He stepped inside and walked into the familiar lounge room. He didn't expect what he found, though.

This was the most awkward moment in all his four-thousand years. Kiku was lying on his stomach on the carpeted floor, flipping through some book. If that position wasn't strange enough, the fact that Kiku was wearing a dress was. It wasn't an average dress either; it was pink, with lots of lace adorning the skirt, making it bounce out. The sleeves were frilly and had little bows attached. He had on lacy gloves and white socks that finished just above his knee, matching his pink heels and his hair was tied with ribbon into two piggy-tails.

The tact and self-control Yao had learnt and built up throughout his life flew out the window at that time, and all he could say while staring was, "What the hell are you wearing-aru?"

Kiku looked up and smiled at his visitor, "Oh, hello, Yao-san, how are you?"

"Er…I'm fine, and you?" He answered, his eyes still fixed on the outfit.

"I'm very well, arigatou,"

Yao shook himself out of his daze and took a seat on the floor with the younger nation, "What are you reading-aru?"

"This is a manga," He replied, flipping a page over. Yao noticed that it was like a comic, but in black and white, and seemed to be a lot longer with a lot more detail. "It's very entertaining; would you like to read to?"

"Yeah…um, I will in a second, if you could tell me why you are wearing a dress!"

Kiku laughed, "Oh, this? It's called Lolita, and it is very fashionable in my country at the moment." He explained, smoothing down his skirt, something Yao never expected to see.

"I…see…" He muttered. Though he was still completely confused as to why Kiku would dress 'Lolita' as it was for the female population, he couldn't help but think that he did look kind of cute. He shook his head to push the thoughts out the way.

"You know, I think gothic Lolita would look good on you," Kiku remarked, standing up suddenly. "I'll go get one for you."

"No…! It's okay!" He exclaimed, making a grab for the Japanese male as he dashed out the room, but failing. Kiku came back several moments later holding a black dress. He held it out for Yao. "No, I'm not wearing it."

"Why not?" He replied, oblivious to the fact that it was a dress. "It would look very nice on you."

"But…it's a dress!" He spluttered, "And, I'm a guy!"

"So am I, and I'm wearing one." Kiku shrugged his shoulders. He pushed the dress forward and tried to get Yao to take it, but he jumped out the way and ran around to the other side of the futon.

And that continued for a good ten minutes. Kiku trying to pass the outfit, and Yao running away. Yao had just run in from the kitchen, and Kiku had almost caught him. He wasn't watching where he was going, and stumbled backwards, falling onto the futon. Kiku, who had been close to him, didn't have enough time to stop himself, and he fell forward too.

They were lying with each other now, in such a close proximity that Yao could feel Kiku's breath along his neck, and that made him blush. Kiku blinked a few times, before blushing too. They had to do something to break the awkwardness, and unfortunately, Yao knew what it was.

"Fine, I'll wear the dress, but only today."