A/N: Aw, I love you guys! 3 Thanks for all the reviews, faves, alerts, everything. Oro-oro much appreciates it, and also apologizes for the wait! More pics are up on my deviant art account, but don't be too disappointed by the lack of quality. Anyway, here goes! Be prepared for fluffiness again. XD (Do you know how much research I had to do to figure out their outfits and stuff? XP But I like the result.) So, I've read that Germans typically aren't all gentlemanly and stuff, but hey, he's apologizing for something and making up for their anniversary, so…

Oh, for the start of this chapter, assume that the pair has arrived in Paris and are at a hotel. :)

A/N 2: Also, I found out that in Germany, chrysanthemums are typically used at funerals. DX

"Eto, Doitsu? Am I wearing this right?" asked Japan, fidgeting with his bow tie. It looked off for some reason.

Germany turned around, his hands still on the waist of his pants, which he had been adjusting. He took one look at Japan, who looked very confused and distraught holding a misshapen bowtie tied around his neck, and laughed. "Oh, Hasi, how is it that you can tie hakama pants, but a bowtie escapes you?" Germany finished adjusting the clip on his black pants, set his suspenders over his shoulders, and walked over to Japan, who stood in front of the mirror. "Let me see if I can fix it." No, this knot would not do. Germany bent down a little in front of Japan bringing himself more or less to Japan's eye level, undid the scarlet bowtie and removed it, smoothing it out with his fingers. He reached back down and wrapped the tie around Japan's neck, then lifted his chin up with two fingers. Quickly, he tied a knot and created a stiff bow. Japan blushed, turning away in shame- he felt like a child. "There you go," Germany said with a smile, standing back to appreciate his work. "It suits you."

Japan tugged at his shirt, smoothing down the pleats down the front. "Are you sure? I feel constricted…"

"Trust me, it looks wunderbar." Germany said. He went back over to the bed, where his own tuxedo was laid out and grabbed his plum colored bow tie. He walked over to the mirror as well, and with a practiced hand, tied his own bow. He straightened it, then grabbed the cuff of his left sleeve and pinched the ends together. Japan mimicked his movements, looking on expectantly. Germany grabbed one of the cuff links, pushing it into the hole in the sleeve. Japan began to do the same, but Germany stopped him with a grunt.

"No, wait. Use mine." Germany removed the link and handed Japan his own cufflinks, a pair of round, smooth links, the colors of the German flag gleaming in the white gold frame.

"Demo-"

"Don't worry about it, I'll use yours." Japan handed over his cufflinks, a small rectangle designed to look like the Japanese flag. He blushed softly as put the cuff links in. We're marking each other as our own! A small smile appeared on his face as he put the links in both sleeves. After he pushed the cuff links closed, he looked around the bedroom for Germany, who had moved to the bed to put his shoes on. "Be careful not to touch the toes on the shoes." Germany warned. "Your fingers will end up covered in polish." Japan glanced at his shoes, which gleamed like glass, since Germany had shined them. Always the perfect soldier…

Japan carefully picked up the shoes and unlaced them, then slipped his foot in. He was glad now for the "shirt-stays" Germany had told him to use, which attached to his shirt and socks, keeping the shirt crisply tucked in and the socks up. They were a bit uncomfortable, but he was not one to complain, nor was Germany.

Germany stood up and put on held out his vest, plum like his bowtie, eyeing it carefully for wrinkles. He slipped it on and buttoned it, the neckline resting about halfway up his torso. Japan finished tying his shoes and did the same with his own scarlet vest. Finally, they both shrugged their tuxedo jackets on. Japan fastened the single button and tucked in a gold pocket square then looked down at himself, examining the way his body looked with fine Western clothing. It reminded him of the Meiji era, when Western clothing was all the rage, but this was more refined, sleeker, smoother. It's not bad, he thought. It looks especially good on Doistu. Japan looked at Germany with curious eyes. Germany was folding his silver pocket square and tucking it into his pocket, not noticing Japan's gaze on him. Japan was fascinated by the way he had transformed: Germany already looked incredible in anything, but in a tuxedo… Japan felt very fortunate to be able to say Germany was his.

Germany turned around, having finished adjusting his pocket square, and looked at Japan, who looked back up at him, smiling. Germany kept staring, surprised by how different Japan looked in a tuxedo. Of course, Japan looked as sophisticated as he usually did, but now, all dressed up… he was stunning. They continued to stare at each other for a while longer until Germany cleared his throat.

"Well, I suppose it's time to head off to dinner." Germany held out his hand to Japan, who took it happily. They walked out of the room, with Germany locking the door carefully, then made their way down to the lobby of the hotel.

Germany held open the door to the limo when the pair arrived at the restaurant, holding his hand out once again to help Japan out. Japan took it, gasping at the extravagant restaurant. "T-t-this is too much!" he whispered. Germany shook his head.

"It is not. I wanted to make up for everything. This is how we should have spent our anniversary." Germany smiled and led a stuttering Japan to the restaurant's interior, where France met them.

"Bon soir, mas cheres," he said smoothly, bowing at the waist, one hand stretched out. "Je serai votre serveur de ce soir." With a wink, he led the pair through the crowded restaurant to a private table. It was adorned with a white table cloth, several plates of different sizes and a wide assortment of silverware. France whisked the "table réservée" sign off of the table and gestured for them to sit down. "I have planned a meal for you, though you may choose to order à la carte, if you wish."

"Thank you. I'm sure whatever you picked will be fine," replied Germany, but he suddenly remembered something. "Except, no escargot, please."

"Y-yes, I agree. Thank you so m-"

France lifted a finger to Japan's mouth. "Non, not yet. Wait until you have sampled my masterpiece of a dinner. Now for some wine- Bordeaux?" He pulled a bottle out of seemingly nowhere and removed the cork soundlessly. He waited for Germany and Japan to hold up their glasses, then poured. "I will have someone along shortly with your appetizer." France twirled gracefully and walked away, disappearing into the kitchen, leaving the bottle on the table.

Japan looked unsurely at his glass, used to drinking only sake, and even then very moderately. Germany glanced at him, smiling reasurredly, then sipped from his glass. "It's very good wine." Japan smiled back slightly and gingerly took a sip, his smile growing.

"It's… different. It's not bad, rather, just… strange. " Japan took another sip, and another, then stopped. "But, I shouldn't drink too much…" Germany opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted.

"Whoa, France was, like, totally not lying. You guys look so funny! But, like, not bad funny. You look pretty cool in your tuxedos and stuff."

Germany and Japan looked on blankly. "Ah, excuse me, Poland-san, but-"

"Oh yeah, I'm supposed to give you guys your food. Like, here you go." Poland plunked a plate down in front the pair, a red platter piled high with snails. Japan flinched from both the noise and the sight of the mountain of mollusks. "France told me that if I, like, came in and helped, I'd get to wear these awesome clothes-" Poland gestured at his black and white waiter's outfit with his free hand, the other holding up a tray, "-and he'd like, let me ride in his new car, so obviously I said yes."

Germany tried to get a word in. "Well, that's wonderful, but we asked for no sn-"

"Oh, and like, Liet's here too! Liet!" Poland called over his shoulder. "Liet? Whatever, like Liet's so much worse at this than I am. I'm like super fast." Poland smiled smugly. Glancing behind him, Japan and Germany saw Lithuania running back and forth between tables, looking very apologetic. Poland started talking again. "So, like, France said that you were going to make the car. You should totally paint it, like, pink. That would be so awesome!" Germany opened his mouth, closed it, then with a slight smile, winked at Japan.

"I'll consider it." Japan covered his mouth with a napkin, suppressing a giggle.

"Yeah! And the seats should be-" Lithuania came up to Poland and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Sorry, Poland, but I need you to… uh, get more napkins. You're faster than me, so I'll stay out here and serve." Poland laughed.

"Yeah, sure. I, like, always have to help you, huh?" Poland waved at Japan and Germany. "See ya!"

The pair waved back warily, then faced Lithuania, who, with a sigh, removed the snail dish and replaced it with a small bowl of caviar. "I'm sorry. I've been running around trying to fix everything. Poland means well, he really does, but… he gets distracted very easily. I'll keep him from bothering you though."

"It's fine, Lithuania-san."

"Ja, it's not a problem."

"Well, I'll leave you alone now." Lithuania started walking away, but turned back. "You two look very… dapper. You make a cute couple." Then, he left.

The pair looked at each other for a while, then laughed. "Well, that was a bit unexpected," said Germany.

"They remind me of you and Italy," said Japan in a serious tone, serving Germany a dollop of caviar on his plate. "You were always looking after him like that during the war… even after he left the Axis."

"Ja, well, I tried not to hurt him too much, but my boss… I did what I could…" Germany put his hand on his forehead, remembering the war. "Mein Gott, I can't believe what I had to do… all those people….that war was…"

"The war was horrible for everyone," said Japan, trying to reassure Germany. "But, at least we can take comfort knowing that some good came out of it. Better technology, better political systems… us." He added quietly, but confidently at the end. Germany looked up and smiled.

"That's true." They reached out and held each other's hands. The two leaned across the table and shared a kiss.

France was heading towards them from the kitchen, but he saw them, smiled to himself and walked back, letting them enjoy the moment.

"That was a wonderful meal, Doitsu. Thank you so much." Japan put his spoon down on his plate, having just finished the last of his crème caramel. Germany nodded, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"You are welcome, but we should be thanking France." Germany called France over from his position in the center of the room with a wave of his hand. France quickly walked over.

"I take it your meal was satisfactory?" France said, beaming.

"Very," said Japan. "It was exquisite."

"Yes. May I have the bill?" Germany asked.

"Of course." France handed Germany the server book. Germany opened it cautiously, knowing that the damage would be great. It's for Japan, so it is worth it. Inside, however, was a note.

True love has no price. This one is on me. ;)

France

"Um, I believe-"

"Yes, merci." France snatched the checkbook out of Germany's hands. "So, I'll drop off the designs for my car sometime tomorrow, if the two of you decide to stay in Paris. Otherwise, I'll send it by mail."

"But the che-"

With an exasperated sigh, France leaned down to Germany's ear, disguising his action by stacking plates. "Just take it. Consider it a gift for your anniversary or something if it makes you feel better. You will not pay me a cent!" he whispered.

Germany sighed. "Fine, if you're sure. Thank you." Germany pulled his chair back and stood up, then walked over to Japan's side of the table. Japan stood up and bowed slightly towards France. Germany took Japan's hand and the two left the restaurant together.

France looked at their retreating figures, smiling. They are so cute! Suddenly, there was a crash, and France turned to see a fallen Lithuania covered in sauce and a spotless Poland laughing and pointing at him.

"Merde!" France cursed under his breath, making his way over to do some damage control.

As soon as Germany closed the door to the hotel room, Japan grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled his head down to kiss him. Caught by surprise, Germany stumbled, almost falling on top of Japan, but managed to stay standing, steering him to a wall. "So eager…" he chuckled as Japan started pulling Germany's jacket off.

"You are not running away from me again," replied Japan simply. He removed his own jacket, then moved his mouth back to Germany's, sliding off Germany's suspenders. He gently moved his lips down to his chin, then to his neck, grasping the end of Germany's bowtie with his teeth. With a quick yank, the bow came undone. Japan let the satin bow flutter to the floor. "You were right- they are much simpler than hakama."

The two made their way to the bed, removing each other's clothing as they kissed. They fell onto the bed, Japan above Germany. "I demand compensation for the late anniversary," said Japan, unbuttoning his shirt. "It is quite a hefty fine."

Germany smiled. "And I will gladly pay it."

Glossary:

Hakama- the type of pants people wear for martial arts (you have to tie them twice and each knot has like 16 steps)

Wunderbar- wonderful

Bon soir, mas cheres- Good evening, darlings

Je serai votre serveur de ce soir- I will be your server today

Merci- thank you

Merde!- Shit!

A/N: Sorry again for the late update. My computer time is being limited to 2 hours a day now. :P I hope you liked it! :D