Second last day! Phew. I keep finishing these just before posting them. During class. I hate rushing!
I'm not sure if drugging your significant other to keep them from overextending themselves is sweet. I'm going to say it is.
Disclaimed.
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Day 29: Doing something sweet
"Dismissed," Germany sighed. "Remember, there's a G8 meeting at eleven PM sharp. Don't be late, America."
"Why me?! The others need to be reminded too!"
"Italy, you'd better be on time too. There, everyone who needs to be reminded has been. Now then, I will see you later."
Kiku yawned, eyes sliding half shut for a moment. Then he shook his head and stood, stretching. "Come on, Lukas-kun. It's time we were home."
The Norwegian raised an eyebrow. "You look tired."
"Meetings," Kiku explained. "There was one with my boss last night, then this one, and G8 later, and I have a lot of paperwork to do…" He sighed. "It's just a lot all at once, you know?"
Lukas shook his head. "You're running yourself into the ground. If you talk to Germany, I'm sure he'll be willing to excuse you from the meeting-"
"No," Kiku interrupted. "It's fine, honestly! I can handle it." He frowned at his husband. "What about you? You've been working hard lately."
Lukas shrugged. "I'm a bit tired, but I don't have any meetings or pressing paperwork to attend to tomorrow, so I can just sleep then."
"Lucky," the Japanese complained, stretching again.
"Heh. Kjære, do you mind going ahead? I need to talk to Germany for a second."
Kiku nodded slowly. Suspicious little… Well, it worked. The Japanese headed off down the hall, and Lukas went over to the unofficial meeting chairman.
"Germany."
"Hm? Ah, Norway. I assume this is about Kiku?"
Lukas raised an eyebrow. "You've been paying attention, I see."
Germany shrugged. "Old habits die hard. I can't help but notice that he has an unfortunate habit of working until he collapses."
"He actually does that? I thought it was just a rumour."
"No, he does." Germany pinched the bridge of his nose, most likely remembering incidents from the past. "It's… a tricky habit to deal with."
"Ah." Lukas nodded understandingly. "So would you mind if he… didn't show up to the meeting tonight?"
Germany smiled. "I can have England take notes for him. Are you going to convince him to stay home?"
The Norwegian shrugged. "I can try."
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"There you are!" Kiku trotted up behind Lukas. "What took you so long?"
"Oh, I just had a few questions about the meeting," Lukas replied. "Nothing important."
"Ah. Come on, let's go home."
"Paperwork?" the Norwegian guessed.
Kiku shook his head. "I just want some time for the two of us before tonight's meeting, and it's already past five."
"Fair enough," Lukas admitted, wrapping an arm around Kiku's waist. "Come along then, kjære. Let's get going."
The Japanese laughed, leaning into his husband's shoulder. "You can drive."
"Lazy."
"Heh."
So Lukas ended up driving the two of them home, as per usual. Meanwhile, Kiku read over his notes, muttering to himself in soft Japanese. Upon arriving home, the tricky part began.
"Kjære, why don't you just stay home tonight?" Lukas cajoled. "You know Germany won't mind, and you can get notes off someone else."
Kiku sighed. "I have to go. It wouldn't be right for me to skip it when everyone else is going; it would be taking advantage of the fact that Ludwig-san is my friend."
The Norwegian rolled his eyes. "Kiku, everyone skips meetings sometimes. Just tell Germany you're busy."
Kiku shook his head. "I can't skip a meeting," he insisted.
Lukas sighed. "At least go get some sleep, okay?"
The Japanese nodded, seemingly relieved that they'd left his attendance of the meeting behind. "Alright. Wake me for dinner?"
"Of course," Lukas murmured, kissing his husband's temple. "Sleep well, kjære."
"Hm." Kiku wandered up the stairs into the bedroom. Lukas waited until he heard the door slide shut before moving. He ducked into the bathroom and pulled out the bottle he kept hidden in the highest cupboard; it was out of Kiku's reach, and so a decent hiding place. The Norwegian checked the label.
Yes, he was going to drug his husband. What? The elder nation needed to sleep, and he wouldn't skip the meeting willingly; all Lukas needed to do was slip some drugs into Kiku's food and he'd sleep long enough to miss the meeting. Easy.
Lukas made dinner quickly, shaking the drug into Kiku's bowl.
"What time is it?"
The Norwegian nearly dropped the bottle. "Don't do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"Sorry," Kiku replied. "What time is it?"
"About seven," Lukas replied. "Dinner's almost ready." He slipped the bottle into his pocket. "Five more minutes."
"Do I have good timing or what?" Kiku headed to the fridge to grab drinks.
Lukas chuckled, scooping up the bowls and carrying them to the table. "Come on, sit."
"Yessir," the Japanese teased.
They ate quickly, making friendly small talk. Then Kiku frowned, staring at him. "Ai?"
"Yes, kjære?"
"I hope you didn't put those drugs you hide in the top cupboard of the downstairs bathroom in this."
Lukas choked on his soup, which was answer enough. Kiku sighed. "Really?" He yawned, eyes narrowing as he tried to fight back against the drug in his system. "Did you… have to do that?"
Well, Kiku had already eaten most of it… It would be enough to knock him out for a few hours.
The Japanese stood, swaying and blinking hard. "I hate you sometimes, you know that…?" His voice trailed off and he crumpled. Lukas barely managed to catch him before he hit the ground. He lifted the smaller nation into his arms and carried him upstairs to the bedroom.
"There," he murmured, brushing black hair out of the other's face. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Kiku hummed in his sleep, one hand curling around Lukas' wrist. The Norwegian chuckled. "You are just the cutest thing, you know?
"I suppose I may as well stay… just for a little…" He lay down, Kiku instinctively cuddling up to him. He was asleep within minutes.
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"You drugged me."
Lukas blinked. "I'm sorry?"
"You should be!" Kiku griped. "I missed the meeting!" He sighed. "Ludwig-san called; he said they didn't get anything done anyways, so I suppose no harm done… But there stands the fact that you drugged me."
Lukas hummed understandingly. "I understand why you're upset, but you know why I did it, right? I worry about you, kjære, and I don't want you hurting yourself."
Kiku smiled slightly. "I… I know. I'm sorry for worrying you. But talk to me next time, okay? You don't have to drug me, you know." He cuddled up against his husband's side. "And I've had bad experiences with drugs, so I'd prefer you didn't use them."
"I'm sorry," the blond replied, sliding an arm around Kiku's waist. "But when you want sleep or company or anything else, tell me, okay? I want you to be honest with me."
Kiku laughed gently. "We'll be honest with each other from this day forth, then. Sound good?"
"Excellent," Lukas replied, pulling his husband back down onto the bed.
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Shit, as per usual. But hey, decently long for once!
Next up: Doing something hot.
See ya~!
-Bird
