051: Dirt

The summer sun was hot on their backs as they worked, the rhythmic sounds of steel in earth as the shovels did their work. Japan lifted an arm to wipe the sweat from his brow, having dressed for the occasion in a rare t-shirt and jeans. Greece had started off the same way, but several hours into the excavation, had lost his will to wear excess clothing, his shirt partially hanging from a pocket and working now as an occasional handkerchief. At least he didn't have to worry about UV exposure, Japan supposed, the sun only serving to bronze the already tanned skin. He himself was going to have a ridiculous looking tan, once the sunburn faded.

Though Japan could have gone without the blisters that even the callouses from sword training hadn't prevented, and without the he was glad he'd agreed to this. Greece's serious expression as he worked, his quiet exuberance at discovering something of his mother's, long buried and nearly forgotten...being covered in dirt was a small price to pay to play witness to these things.

052: Jewel

The thing that helped most during the economic slump was remembering that they shared something far more valuable than all the money in the world could buy, and that treasure would see them through the end of the crisis, wherever it would lead them.

053: Chocolate starting to melt

Chocolate begins to melt

at around 34 degrees

But Greece preferred his

at a slightly warmer 37.

054: Miracle

After the reconstruction, seeing him laugh again was nothing short of miraculous.

055: Pet

The urge to cuddle up

And stroke soft chestnut locks

Was never so hard to resist

As when Greece donned that pair of cat ears.


Sorry for the slow update, but work was...uuugggnnn. Counting down the days until I'm out of retail.

Ophelia: Brb. Dying of happiness. We're definitely kindred spirits. I'm glad the majority of the Giripan fandom is so mature...