A/N: I'm back~! Sorry I was gone so long. It feels like forever since I wrote for this, though it's been a week. :P I've been writing another story, The Grey Rain of Berlin, a spy story with England (Arthur) as the protagonist in Berlin during the cold war. (*SHAMELESS PLUG*) Also, I am completely and irrevocably in love with Japan's seiyuu. 8D And last but not least, a gift, since I took so long to update: Go to my profile and click on the "GIFT! :D" link to see a (sucky) drawing I did for this fic. (I got bored…)Well, here goes! I put in a bunch of happy stuff (~FAN SERVICE~!) to make up for the seriousness of the last chapter. It's probably not worth it, but…Enjoy? :D
The sun's first rays diffused through the white curtains in Japan's room, casting soft blue shadows on Japan's face. His eyes opened lazily, and he looked over to his right. The bed was empty, the pillow gone. With a groan, Japan rolled over, pulling his blanket over his head. He was staying in bed today.
With a thump and a gasp, Germany's eyes snapped wide open. He had rolled over and fallen off the couch, his pillow tossed several feet away. He looked around the room confused. He was freezing, and this wasn't the bedroom… Oh. Right. With a wince, he carefully got up from the floor, his hand on the small of his back. A couch was horrible for your spine.
He bent back, his bones cracking. He placed one hand on his head, running his fingers through his messy hair. Damn. How was he going to apologize to Japan? Germany remembered the expression on Japan's face as he had basically run from the room: his eyebrows creased together, his lips drawn in. He looked so hurt. Idiot, idiot, idiot! Germany mentally rebuked himself. He had to make it up to him. Not just last night, but the anniversary and everything.
Resting his forehead on a fist, Germany pondered what he should do. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he smiled. "Perfect."
It was hot. Hot and itchy. With an irritated moan, Japan threw his blanket off of his body only to have it tangle between his legs. He kept his eyes closed, covering his face with his pillow. He had no idea what time it was, but it didn't really matter. What was the point of getting up? He would probably just end up annoying Germany and make him run away. Again. Germany could handle making his own breakfast, thought Japan. Unless that will annoy him too…
Japan growled softly. What was he supposed to do? He rolled over in the bed again, his head ending up at the foot of the bed, his blanket tangled around his legs even more. He could go about pretending nothing had happened, but that would be cowardly. He could ignore Germany for the day, but that would be spiteful. Gah! I'll just pretend to have slept too long, then apologize and- Is that food I smell? Japan's stomach suddenly grumbled. It must be very late. With a sigh, he lifted himself off the bed, finally opening his eyes. Japan was temporarily blinded. When the white spots disappeared, Japan looked at the clock on the nightstand. He gasped- it was noon.
Germany hummed as pulled a tray of cookies from the oven. He was surprised that Japan hadn't woken up yet, seeing as it was essentially lunch time. Well, more time for the surprise! He thought. And he would need that time, seeing how much he lost cleaning. Japan's house was small, but the details were what made it difficult- Germany had to clean the tatami mats three times to get them to gleam like Japan did, and he was afraid to touch the delicate statues that Japan had placed around his home.
He set the cookies down and let them cool, wiping his forehead. Cleaning a house and then running around in a kitchen really worked up a sweat! He desperately wanted to take a shower, but that would mean interrupting Japan's rest, and that would take up time as well. Currently, he was wearing some cargo shorts and an apron. He hadn't worn a shirt the night before since he thought the blanket in the room would be enough, but obviously, that hadn't worked out. The apron was to provide some sort of protection to his chest from burns. He still had a bandage on his neck.
Germany sat down on a nearby chair, letting the cookies rest. Suddenly, he remembered what else he was supposed to do. He looked around the kitchen, his eyes settling on a thin black rectangle. Japan's phone. Germany had left his own in the bedroom, and he wasn't going to go bother Japan. He walked over to the phone and picked it up, staring at it. How was he supposed to turn it on? It was literally just a rectangle. A skinny, screenless rectangle.
Germany berated himself mentally. You can do this! Your people are the world's best engineers; you can figure out a simple phone. He turned it back and forth in his hand, examining it, then realized that it was a flip phone. Mein Gott, Japan! How tiny is your technology?
Gingerly, he opened it to find a blue-haired girl with pigtails on the screen and, thank goodness, buttons. Suddenly he heard movement, the closet opening. Japan was getting up. Hurriedly, he typed in a number. Hesitating for a second, he pushed the call button. Two rings later, someone answered.
"Bonjour, le Japon! Did you finally decide to leave that frigid l'Allemagne and come to moi?" France laughed. "Good choice, good choice! I knew you would relent eventually. Why don't you come on over tonight, and I can show what a real man is like in b-"
"Hello France," said Germany, as quietly and calmly as possible.
There was a pause on the other line, followed by nervous laughter. "Uh…hahaha… hello Germany! You know I was only joking, right?" France's voice rose in pitch as he was talking. "I'm sure you two are very happy toget- please don't kill me!"
"I'm not going to kill you. In fact, I have a favor to ask of you."
France sighed in relief. "Non, you may not borrow from my vast collection of body oils. You never paid me back for the beer scented one."
Germany turned red, and cleared his throat. "Uh, sorry about that… I'll reimburse you later. With money," he added before France could say anything perverted. "Anyway, I wanted to know if you would make me reservations for two at your restaurant."
"Tonight? Well, I suppose… but you'll owe me big time! It's very difficult to make them this late."
"I'll get Italy to lend you his car."
"…"
"Both of them."
"…"
"And…" Germany sighed, "I'll make you a new car. I'll even paint it whatever color you want."
"Okay. I'll do it." Germany could hear the glee in his voice. "But, you still owe me for the oil."
Germany flushed red again. "Ja, I'll pay you."
"What time do you want?"
"Eight would be wonderful."
"Fine. Don't forget your promettre!"
"I'll have Italy drop the keys off later. Send me a design for the car."
Germany heard France clap his hands together. "Of course, l'Allemagne. It will be fabuleux , like moi."
Germany rolled his eyes. "Sure. Good bye."
"Au revoir."
Germany snapped the phone shut, and walked over to the mostly cooled cookies. Using a spatula, he removed the Deutsch Schokolade cookies and placed them neatly on a plate. He moved the plate over to dining room table, setting it next to a plate of sandwiches. Hopefully, Japan would be hungry; there was too much food here for just Germany.
Picking up the phone again, Germany dialed another number. "Italy? It's me. Would you let France borrow your cars? He's doing me a favor. Yes, yes, I'll take you to Disneyland…"
Japan practically leaped off of the bed, ran to his closet, and yanked open the door. Eyes wide, he picked out the first shirt and pair of pants he saw and put them on. He struggled to put on the jeans- apparently, he had grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans from one of his cosplay costumes. No time to worry about that now. How could I stay in bed until noon? He put on a shirt, a white dress shirt, and slipped on an orange argyle sweater. The shirt and sweater were from when he visited England's house and went shopping. He hurried over to his mirror, running a comb through his hair. Germany is probably- Wait. Japan stopped moving, the comb still in his hair. Why hadn't Germany come in to check on him? He must be very angry. Japan let out a small moan of despair. I just made this so much worse! He attacked his hair with the comb, then put went to a nearby drawer and pulled out some socks. Rushing, he started to tidy up the bed and straighten up the room.
For some reason, he could hear Germany talking. Perhaps on the phone?
Japan finished cleaning the room, then searched for his house slippers. He slid open the door to the room and ran, stumbling into the kitchen. It smelled like chocolate for some reason. "Do-Doitsu. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to- What is all this about?"
Germany looked up. He was bent over pitcher of iced tea, stirring with a spoon. Behind him, Japan could see into the dining room, where there were plates of food. He was also wearing an apron. Germany smiled.
"Good mor- afternoon! I made lunch." Germany's gaze lingered on Japan's clothes. Do I really look that strange? Then, Germany walked over to the dining room and pulled out something. "These are for you." He brought a small bunch of chrysanthemums, red. "I had these delivered this morning while you were asleep." He lifted them up to Japan's face, blushing slightly. Japan took them, confused. "Also, I made cookies."
Japan continued to stare. Why is he doing this? "I… I wanted to apologize, Japan," said Germany, as if reading his mind. "I… I didn't mean to make you feel hurt last night, and also, I wanted to make up for our anniversary… I'm sorry. I've been a horrible person to you lately… "
Then Germany did something that caught Japan completely off guard. He kneeled down and bowed, his forehead almost touching the floor. "Moushiwake gozaimasen."
Japan looked blankly at Germany, then dropped the flowers and knelt down as well, hugging him. Germany's eyes widened in surprise. "Do not apologize. I haven't been fair to you." He lifted Germany's chin gently, bent down and kissed his forehead. "I am sorry too."
"You have nothing to apologize for," whispered Germany. Germany smiled, and sat up, enveloping Japan in a deep hug. Then, he turned his face towards Japan's and they kissed for a while, taking a break to breathe. Japan spoke up.
"Eto, Doitsu-anata?" His face was pink.
"Yes?"
"You aren't wearing a shirt."
"And?" Germany asked, smiling.
"Well, first of all," Japan turned red now. "We're in the kitchen. And second…" Japan's stomach growled, neglected.
They broke apart. Germany got up. "Oh, I forgot. You must be starving." He said, rubbing the back of his head. "Um, I'm going to go shower then. Eat while I'm gone." He helped Japan stand up, then started to walk away. "Also, we're going out to dinner later."
"D-dinner? Where? Somewhere small and inexpensive, right?" He's spoiling me…
"France. We're going to his restaurant. At eight. And," Germany said, noting Japan's pale face, "It's too late to cancel." He walked off to the bathroom.
Japan stared at his retreating back, then bent down and picked up the flowers, sniffing them.
Well, I guess he isn't mad at me then. He thought with a smile.
Glossary:
Mein Gott- Oh my God!
Bonjour, le Japon- Hello, Japan
l'Allemagne - Germany
Moi- Me/ myself
Non - no
Promettre- promise
Fabuleux- fabulous
Au revoir- good bye
Deutsch Schokolade- German chocolate
Moushiwake gozaimasen- basically I'm sorry, but SUPER formal. As was the bowing.
A/N: Aw, flufftastic! :D And then, in the next chapter, there will be more fluff. And then it all goes downhill. But anyway, so sorry for the long wait. Oh, the two cars Germany was referring to were a Ferrari and Lamborghini, which are Italian cars. I picked chrysanthemums since that's what Japan's human name Kiku means. Please review! :)
