I haven't updated this fic in a while and I feel bad about it, it's not abandoned I just have other stuff I'm working on, as well as my personal life
If anyone has any suggestions for future chapters I appreciate it fully
Thank you 🙏
Arthur hummed a tune to himself softly, a warm smile on his face as he carefully strung lights around the edge of the roof of Kiku's home, his hands delicately traced along with the wiring, his inner child screaming in childish delight, such a simple activity that brought him so much joy. Having finished the interior of the home with some colourful fairy lights, having foraged for the best quality lights he could get his hands-on. The true festive feeling of Christmas began to fill his soul, unlike the bored and tedious feeling that so many obnoxious Christmas parties had caused him in the past. Decorating a quiet, plain and empty home with life brought so much joy, adding a flair of magic to the quaint home. Adding bright colours to the home, made him smile. He had always decorated his home during the seasonal months to appease his loneliness, the fact that he rarely spent time with anyone due to them being distracted. As much as he loved America he could be overbearing and obnoxious with his celebrations. Canada often ran to him for sanctuary to hide from America's plans during halloween and other events for some peace. Though Kiku's traditional home was comforting, the décor, the framework, the garden, all of it was so beautiful. Being away in the countryside, so close to so many amazing things, among strangers without the stress of his own country looming over him. But the festive vibrancy was so beautiful it made him want to cry, opening his eyes to the beauty of the world he tended to forget during his hermit period. After the heartache of America and France's betrayal upon his independence he had gone into mourning, cutting himself off. Canada had remained loyal to him during this time and nursed him back to health, due to his loyalty England had given him his independence. Upon both of his wars the latter had been one of his closest allies and helped him through both. Upon opening up to someone again, falling in love and finding that peace, healed the wounds in his heart. He'd decided to go with the colour of rainbows and plain white, reminding him of snow and allowing the colours to bring a new persona to the residence. From the outside world, covered in snow, it would be welcoming, the bright lights would lead Kiku home and remind him where he belonged. Tastefully changing the ambience into something new.
Kiku's country enjoyed Christmas differently, they had giant trees, festive decorations and other traditions, allowing Arthur to see Christmas from another perspective entirely. He was glad to share this with someone else, however, Kiku didn't like the commercialised style that America had influenced on his country. Advertisement existed all over the world, but America could be rather obnoxious with his. England thought about adding his ideas to the design would be better, something less flashy and yet keeping up with the festive spirit. Pretty, decorative but not in your face like America would. Holly, mistletoe, lights, a tree but nothing annoying, the house appeared homely, bright, cheeky and sweet. The feeling that the home had a soul, a heart, its own life within, besides, it was the only time of year you were allowed. The time of year when celebration and excitement followed, knowing the year was coming to an end but the vibrancy of the final winter season had approached. Yuletide, carols and all the magic of Christmas. The year was coming to an end, but the season of giving was in full swing, so why not go all out to make the most of it? He'd made sure the lights had a dimmer to turn them down if they were too bright, he didn't want to disturb any locals nor did he want to hurt his eyes. Changing the display brightness to suit Kiku and Arthur's preference. Making sure it was never blinding bright, or too low for them to be blind in the darkness, he'd wanted everything to be perfect. Now all he had to do was wait for his beloved boyfriend to come home
Kiku paced through the snow, along the path that headed to home, the cold air tickling his cheeks, his breath unfurling before him like dragons smoke, as natural as it was it never failed to fascinate him, something magical and wonderful. He had been out getting some food for dinner, enjoying the snow, he had asked Arthur to join him but Arthur explained he had some jobs to do. He wanted to surprise Kiku somehow, but compared to America he wasn't worried about the antics that Arthur would get up to. Yes, the Englishman was cheeky and mischievous, but he was harmless, his mischief was harmless and he never intended to hurt anyone. Merely feeding his inner child and amusing himself as a form of entertainment and a desire to make others smile. Compared to the immature pranks that America was capable of, England always apologized when he went too far. He wondered what other pleasant festive plans England had in store for him, bringing home bags of ingredients for dinner and even some alcohol for them to enjoy together. He just hoped the infamous side of England didn't come out after a few drinks together. As his gaze roamed the starlit sky, he noticed something bright and vivid in the distance, leading him like a beacon, a calling card. His eyes widened as he realised it was his home nearly unrecognisable, rainbow coloured fairy lights had been decorated along the ledge of his roof, some even around the edges of the patio wooden walkway. Kiku felt his eyes widen, drawn to the spectacle like a small child, the desire to reach out them and grasp them in his hand like a fallen star. This was what England had hoped to surprise him with? How had he been worried? Compared to the chaos that America was capable of, it was rather innate, simple. It didn't intimidate him, nor did it disrupt his everyday boundaries in any way. Compared to how America had influenced his marketing to be louder.
"Tadaima" Kiku called politely, as he entered his front door, removing his coat and scarf onto the nearby wall hangers before removing his shoes and placing them at the front step. He was relieved to be home in the warmth, the temperature of the cold getting to him and causing his fingers to become numb from the cheeks tingled and the circulation began to return to his limbs once again. The winter season was vicious and unpredictable, to which they could all afford to be prepared despite the festive season. But coming home to such a decorative house made him feel happy.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps before Arthur appeared with a warm smile, wrapped in a thick festive jumper that Kiku had to admit looked adorable. He smelled like citrus and pine, a soothing scent "Welcome home love" he greeted tenderly. He knew Kiku had been out and rather busy with his schedule, he had to be exhausted and freezing. He knew between their work they both were still getting messages from their boss until Christmas week. But being together made it less stressful and easier to cope. Luckily they were both efficient and managed to finish it sooner than they expected.
Kiku raised an eyebrow curiously "England-san, did you set up light's while I was gone?" he questioned, he was in no way angry, he just wondered when England had the time to do it. Putting up decorations was time consuming and given the size of his house it would have taken a long time. Untangling wires, making sure he didn't slip or injure himself, let alone making sure they worked. How long he had been planning this? While he tended to enjoy the simplistic quiet of the festive season, he knew England enjoyed trimming his home every season, albeit less obnoxiously than his ex ward.
Arthur blushed, panic flashing through him, worrying whether Kiku was annoyed at him or not. He thought it seemed like a nice gesture but perhaps he was mistaken. Was he angry? At times Kiku's expression made it hard to fully understand his feelings. He had hoped to surprise Kiku with another surprise from home in hopes of being romantic, allowing him to express more of his traditions to Kiku. Lying to his lover wouldn't be a smart idea, possibly causing misunderstandings "Yes… um… sorry pet, I… I thought you may enjoy them" he stammered. If he didn't like them he would take them down at once.
Japan gazed at his boyfriend, his endearing awkwardness causing his heart to swell with love, he was truly happy that Arthur had travelled all this way to spend time with him. They were able to bond, have fun together and found themselves pleasantly surprised by each moment. They did look lovely from afar, a welcoming greeting that seemed warm and comforting after walking through the cold darkness for what felt like an eternity. Now understanding why so many people enjoyed admiring Christmas light, he too was rather fond of the large decorative Christmas trees in his nation. Though marketing loved to make large displays of decoration, he had never been a fan of it, but his citizens found it entertaining. "If the snow gets heavier, I won't have to worry about losing my way" he chuckled.
England chuckled, a sense of relief washing over him "How else would you find a home?" he agreed, a torch in a thick snowstorm wouldn't be much use either.
"So, we gather dried branches, leaves, berries and other decorative materials to bind them into a wreath or circle. It takes a lot of time and patience, but then when it's complete we leave it to rest. Then we add glitter or fake snow, though mind most use plastic these days rather than fresh plants" Arthur hummed. Wreaths were an age-old tradition in his country, going as far back as the medieval era and even the Victorian age. Placing them on your door to appear welcoming as to wish those around you Christmas joy. The scent of fresh pine was a wonderful scent, though as it dried and became brown it wasn't much fun to clear up. While the artificial ones were reusable and tended to last longer in the long run. He had seen the beginning of wreaths as well as their development into what they were now. But he remembered fondly growing up of carolling with his brothers in the snow, watching lights in the windows.
"It sounds complicated" Kiku hummed, every nation in the world celebrates Christmas in their way, borrowing from one another. But many had traditions deeply rooted in their history that they still kept to their identity. England never boasted about his hobbies or his traditions aloud at times, most likely due to the shame he felt about being found himself curious of England's traditions and yet impressed of how talented he was. Wondering how many of his oldest allies knew this about him. Surely not America, he'd call him old fashioned or tease him about the matter.
England chuckled, growing up he'd cried about cutting his hands or about how his never turned out as well as he hoped. Sulking about it until his brothers had helped. Each adding their own flare to the wreath. Scotland adding heather and Tartan as well as pine, which added some variety in colour. He remembered it fondly as a nostalgic part of his childhood. "They are indeed, but they are beautiful to admire, allowing you to appreciate the effort".
"In my country, we have a tradition, called the red string of fate. Deeply tied to romance, we call it the red string of fate. Soulmates who are bound together by an invisible string. Binding them together, transcending time, distance and life. Destiny binding two souls" Japan pressed blushing. Nobody could see the string, invisible to the eyes of others, only visible to the eyes of the wielder, everyone had their string but never knew who was on the other end. Everyone waited to find their soulmate at different points in their life, waiting to find their special someone. He had waited his whole life to find his, just as England had. But eventually they found each other and fell in love. England had many lovers, many courtships and many heartbreaks, but Kiku ended up being his fated partner, someone who he felt safest with and loved. England was bound to the other end of his, Kiku finding peace and comfort in the Englishman. They belonged together
England blushed, though most assumed him to be merely a pervert, he was at heart a romantic like France, Spain and South Italy. He just repressed it out of embarrassment. He loved to show gestures of affection, be it in gift form, compliments, acts of kindness or even physical affection. He loved Kiku and being here with him meant more than he knew. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long pet" he smiled. But meeting Kiku, falling in love with him, it had been worth the journey, knowing he was at the end.
Japan chuckled, Arthur was certainly mushier than people realised, wearing his heart on his sleeve. A sentimental and nostalgic person like himself who prided himself on the memories he made. Though he preferred his alone time and personal space, he was glad to share it with Arthur. "Well I hope you like fried chicken, it's a strange tradition but one we enjoy every festive season".
"Sounds delicious, I must say I've never tried it but it sounds bloody easier than cooking a whole meal" England reflected, thank god he had the common sense to get a dishwasher, it saved him so much hassle, the number of dishes after Christmas was terrifying. When his brothers came around every year it meant so much cooking and preparation, meaning he had to be ready for everyone to arrive. The thought of simply being able to eat a pre prepared meal on occasion, without worry of cooking time and other stressful antics. It sounded like a breath of fresh air.
Japan shifted, blushing with embarrassment, speaking of the red string of fate, he had purchased a scarf while he was out in hopes of surprising England. He knew it was early but Christmas eve was fast approaching and he had bought England other gifts, why shouldn't he enjoy at least one? The thought of Arthur wearing an item purchased by him as a form of affection, a sign of marking him in a way. It made him happy, knowing a piece of him would always be with England. He just hoped that Arthur liked it, otherwise he would feel rather foolish. "Gomen Arthur-san, I know it's early, I had hoped to give this to you earlier. But I suppose it makes the surprise more exciting" he babbled. England blushed, taking the present from Kiku bashfully, his inner child excitedly anticipating what could be hidden inside. A warm and tingly emotion filling him, reminding him of his youth. He gently unwrapped the present, the crinkling of the paper filling him with childish glee, ripping it open to reveal a red scarf. His green eyes wide with surprise, never expecting such a tender gift, running his fingers delicately across the soft material, a look of love on his face. He gently pulled it from the wrapping and wrapped it around his neck, breathing in the scent, it was warm and comforting as if Kiku was protecting him. Now he would think of him whenever he wore it, as though he was being protected by him.
Kiku smiled, gently stroking the material, seeing the look of happiness in his boyfriends face had made it worth it. He knew it would suit England, he had always known, the moment he saw it, catching his eye. It just stood out, calling to him, he had to get it, nothing else would compare. It brought out the green in England's eyes and made his cheeks look rosier. He then gripped the material gently, pulling England closer abruptly, crashing his lips onto his own with a passionate kiss, making the Englishman blush. Arthur was rather adorable when he was embarrassed, leaving his guard down so easily he couldn't help himself. Wanting to tease England for all it was worth. England was stunned, his head spinning and barely able to moan against his lovers lips, realising why Kiku would have bought the scarf. Moments like these would become frequent, surprise kisses by using the scarf to bring them closer, Japan's secret dominant side coming to light. It was a leash almost, making sure that England never strayed too far and always had a piece of him.
Kiku savoured the taste of his lover's lips, the taste was almost addictive, he couldn't get enough. The softness and delicate sweetness, how he could lose himself in these moments. How he adored teasing England to see him blush, the face he would wear only for him in these moments, he had a weakness for cute things. Arthur had to be the cutest thing he had ever seen. He slowly pulled away, separating them, still holding the scarf, his fingers delicately tracing the material as he kept his gaze locked with Arthur's "Aishiteru Yo" he whispered. He meant every word, he didn't say such words to someone so easily, but he loved and trusted England more than anyone he had ever known. Never had he felt so whole with someone than he had England.
England stared back at Japan, wide-eyed and frozen like a deer in headlights, he couldn't remember the last time he had been so flustered over a kiss. Stumbling over his words and unable to communicate coherently. He felt like a blushing schoolboy, surprised by Japan's bold gesture, still adapting to the dominant side of his lover. The perverse nature of Japan that he kept repressed or denied, knowing Japan adored him, would claim him. Showing a hidden passion for him that made his head spin and heart flutter, he bowed his head shyly, he was so in love with Kiku it hurt. He felt as though he had been outdone here, he felt pathetic in comparison to his choice of present "I… I don't know how they can compare but…" Arthur mumbled. He handed Japan a decorated bag of presents, wrapped in tissue, they were nothing special, simple but meaningful presents he knew Japan would adore. He wouldn't take this scarf off if he could help it, but he would keep it safe, allowing no one to corrupt or damage it, this was a precious gift.
Kiku blinked, releasing his grip on England to kiss his cheek fondly before opening his present, carefully removing the tissue without ripping it. Eager to see what England had chosen for him. Revealing, a book on selected baking, traditional English recipes from his home country, as well as a selection of bath salts, green tea, cherry blossom, orange blossom and yuzu. A large selection that would have cost a fortune. Then a small picture frame with a photo of them together, taken while on a date night together when England first arrived. Placed in a frame, a captured memory for them to remember. A small collection of meaningful presents that he had hoped would make Kiku smile.
England rubbed the back of his head nervously, avoiding eye contact bashfully "I… I know…. Compared to this, they must seem trivial" England muttered. He wondered if he could have chosen something better for Japan, but they came from the heart. He had thought maybe they would make him happy, perhaps he could use them in the onsen or perhaps his bathtub. He could use his baking book to relax and make treats from his home, a small reminder of him if Kiku missed him. Many harboured fond memories for him that he wanted to share with Kiku. The picture he could keep at his desk at work or even in his home, making the distance between them easier.
Japan stroked the glass of the picture affectionately, he would treasure this, a moment captured in time forever that he would never forget. Whenever he missed England once he inevitably returned home, he would have a piece of him by his side always. He felt his eyes spike with warm tears of happiness, "It's beautiful Arthur-san, Arigato…" he smiled. England softened, relieved he had made the right choice, seeing how happy they made Japan was a relief. "I do hope we get to use the bath salts later" Japan winked, he had many novels and fantasies of England in the bath and what that would look like. The scent of orange blossom oil seeped into England's skin did sound delicious, the delicate perfume would remind him of spring.
England buried his face in his scarf bashfully, wondering how much longer he would cope with Japan's teasing, placing so many ideas in his mind. He hadn't bought the presents with anything lustful in mind but now it was all he could think about. He was aware of his own reputation, but perhaps dating Japan it would only become worse, yet he trusted Japan so deeply, allowing him to see into his heart. More than he had anyone in a long time post his isolation, past the walls, he had put up over the years. France's betrayal and his conflicted feelings towards him, their cat and mouse relationship, his sibling's tough love and torment, America's betrayal and disrespect towards him. So much sadness in his heart, weighing him down and suffocating him, wondering if he could ever trust someone again, that being alone was merely easier. Yet with Japan, he could admit to that weakness, his flaws and trauma, he could be himself with Japan and feel at peace. He made his heart race, filled him with excitement and made him realise what mattered, that he didn't have to be perfect to be loved. The warmth of the scarf, as warm as Japan's love for him, the colour red had always been equated to danger, strength, power, determination, passion, desire and love. Somehow it perfectly symbolised their relationship and how much they had grown alongside each other. He'd headed into unknown territory by becoming an ally of Japan, putting his heart and wellbeing on the line by getting close to him. Heartbreak, betrayal, deception and more could have been expected, knowing Japan could easily have manipulated or used him. But instead, Japan was a risk he was glad he took, they had faced adversity in becoming allies and even had to argue with their bosses to approve it. Japan gave him strength and became someone he protected and who protected him in return, they shared a strong bond of respect and trust with each other. He felt stronger because of Japan, driven, empowered, he felt he could achieve his best when he was alongside him, with patience, virtue and understanding. His passions for the nation filled him and the feeling was mutual, it perfectly depicted how they felt for each other. Whenever they were apart, he would think of Kiku, feeling closer to him, wearing it in his presence would mean even more.
Arthur wandered into the garden, allowing Kiku to clean up and enjoying the winter snow by himself, the gifts had been wonderful, the evening had been pleasant and he couldn't imagine a more romantic moment. He would need to find a perfume that smelled like Kiku so that he could spray it on the scarf to remind him of his boyfriend. The absence that came with being in a long distance would be made easier. He had a feeling France would want to know all about the gossip once new years was over, asking to know of their romantic endeavours. Something he wasn't rather looking forward to. But he found himself forgetting his worries, all his future issues laid at the back of his mind, they were the future and right now he wanted to enjoy the present. This time with Kiku was precious, they had been planning it for months and this meant a great deal to both of them. Despite being in a foreign country, he had never felt more at home, like he belonged here, he felt so at peace. Instead of locked away in his small London flat, he was enjoying the country air, the mountains, a bustling city and whole different culture. He could be with his boyfriend, he was trying something new.
He remembered the first time he came here, meeting the Kappa sprite in his baths, his first experience with meeting the supernatural entities of his boyfriends nation. He hadn't expected company in the baths so he was naturally surprised. But upon conversing with the creature, he began to learn a sad truth, due to Japan no longer believing in them, so many had chosen to leave. He knew many hid in the gardens of Japan's home out of sight, watching over him with curious eyes. In the modern era, aside from superstitious nations and countries with supernatural folklore, many had stopped believing in ghosts. While America was a coward no matter where he went, frightened of every entity and ghost from all nations, regardless of whether they were friendly or brought good luck. England however, was born with the sight so we was able to see entities, spirits and ghosts from all over the world, he could feel their pain, their power and their frustration. The way the world worked in comparison to when he was a new nation was very different. Less people were superstitious, more people were cautious, looking for logical and rational answers. Less people had the gift to see them, less people with a special spark, they didn't have the power he did. Though America's infamous author Stephen King wrote about such people, calling them "shiners" or other infamously used nicknames in media, mentioning them in his books. The people he wrote about were fewer and fewer, though many children harboured the gift in their adolescence, those who kept it as they matured were rare. Which is why he forged the magic club, for the few nations who had powers to find sanctuary. Those who still harboured their gifts were safe with one another, able to find more of their kind and nurture civilians who had power. Perhaps if Japan was able to nurture his powers again, he could see his invisible friends, he would realise his potential and power. Some of Japan's supernatural beings and gods were deadly, fearsome and respected. Enough to give people nightmares.
Norway could see his trolls and other magical creatures, often becoming enamoured with England's magical friends such as flying mint bunny and unicorn. Though England was more popular for his cute magical friends, he had supernatural beings that were ominous and even malicious. Some he tended to attempt to forget about, after frightening encounters with them since he was a child. He was relieved his club companions had only ever seen the friendlier more approachable magical friends he had. Petting and praising them much to the confusion of the other nordics.
Belarus could see them due to her ability to see America's ghosts and more, though she wouldn't admit it, most believing her to merely be strange or have a hobby in the occult. She had a soft spot for England's magical friends and thought Norway's trolls were rather cool. She worried of England's more malevolent entities and even threatened if he wanted her to kick their asses. She had found herself comfortable in the presence of the magic club, able to talk about her interests and even meet the ghosts of other nations. Her siblings had no issue with her membership nor or friendship with other nations.
Romania loved black magic, folk tales and had the ability to see supernatural beings, he loved being able to tease others with his creepy stories. He had a natural affinity for black magic and had helped England on many occasions with spells and other magical endeavours. He loved sharing stories over a fire with Arthur about his countries folklore and vice versa. Though he was labelled as eccentric by others, England saw a kindred spirit in him and found comfort in his mischievous and friendly nature.
All of them banded together and found comfort in not feeling alone, Norway still balanced his relationship with his brother and friendships with the other Nordics without feeling estranged. Belarus had since distanced herself from her brother and was attempting to find new friends, but otherwise kept to herself and remained disinterested. But she still asked for advice and often sat in the clubs library reading. Romania enjoyed scaring people as a joke, trying to find new members and conversing with other nations, though others were off put by his innate fangs, as his teeth were sharper than the average nation.
There were plenty of other nations they wished to recruit into their club, but their powers weren't as potent or they remained unaware of the ghosts in their nation. Not many nations were as lucky to have such powers, despite their dark and colourful histories, instead merely haunted by them in glimpses. Their ghosts remained latched to them like parasites. Those without the gift were mocked for their beliefs, but also ended up shaming those with gifts, due to ignorance. Lacking respect or awareness of the hardships that came with the sight. Observing others who were haunted and plagued by their ghosts without ever realising the affect it had on their existence.
Such as Russia with general winter, the incarnation of the harsh winters that plagued his country, however also acted as his greatest ally. A great bearded man with pale white skin and piercing icy blue eyes, a being of cryokinetic abilities, who controlled the snow itself. Following Russia since his birth as a nation. Baba Yaga a being who had been around since Russia was a young boy, a deformed witch who kidnapped small children to eat them, living in a house on chicken legs. As unusual as Russia's ghosts and supernatural beings were, they were a force to be reckoned with, that Romania and England were both wary of. America had hundreds of ghosts through his darkened history but Belarus called them cowards and weaklings. Soldiers of war, ghosts from famines, tragedies, so many faces trapped in time weeping, screaming and some evil. They could see them all, England could always see them. Which made it hard to be around America sometimes, despite Belarus being unfazed by them. To him his ghosts were less frightening and more heartbreaking, be they evil or good.
But having this gift wasn't the blessing people believed it to be, it could in fact be a burden, draining to the soul and taking a piece of it every time. It wasn't something you could turn off and even channeling it could be risky. How it changed your perception of reality, how outsiders looked at you as if you were a freak of nature. The distance it caused between loved ones and how hard it was to find someone accepting of you. England could see the ghosts of his past as if he was reliving that moment, the ghosts of his former rulers, the ghosts of his fallen soldiers from both world wars, ghosts of the innocent, tragic and tourist attraction people flocked to and even the forgotten ones lost to time, he could see their ghosts. Able to feel their pain, emotions and suffering. Could Japan even handle that if he could see his folklore creatures again? He may go mad with fear, he may worry he was losing his mind. But they would be there to help him, he would be by his side to support him.
"Well hello there, it's been a long time" a familiar voice replied, it was nice to see a familiar face again.
Arthur blinked, his gaze falling upon the kappa that had once joined him in Japan's hot spring. A warm smile spread across his face, as if meeting an old friend "I thought you were leaving?" he questioned. It seemed that perhaps his memories and nostalgia made it hard for him to leave, or perhaps some magic was strong enough to allow him to stay. Either way he was happy to see him. It felt strange seeing the aquatic being again, only this time as Japan's lover rather than a friend.
The Kappa smiled wearily, he could understand why England was confused due to their first meeting being a goodbye on his behalf. But he found himself wishing to protect Japan even if he remained invisible. "Mr Japan has been lonely, so even if he can't see us we stick around to keep him company" he sighed. They could wander around the home, observe and watch him as he passed through life. Though something had changed as of late, causing their weakened power to grow stronger, a small spark forming within them.
England softened, just like his magical friends who consoled him, Japan's did the very same "Yes, I know that feeling all too well" he admitted. Growing up as a lonely child who was ostracised and bullied by others, his magical friends had been his only comfort. His brothers could see them too, Scotland his unicorn, the fae and many other magical creatures that belonged to his realm, as well as the spirits of others, wearing silver to keep the faeries at bay. Kelpie's; shape shifting creatures who often resided near bodies of water, often drawing their prey to water before drowning them. Ireland had the banshee, the screaming wailing ghost of a woman, known for her shrieks when the death of a family member was predicted. Leprechauns which had become a joke within media across the world. Cluricaune who haunted breweries and had a love for the drink.
The Kappa chuckled, it was possible that England's magic would effecting him, causing his forgotten gifts to awaken. His rational mind warping into a more open minded and comfortable sense. Allowing them to break through, their powers growing. "Since he met you, he's opened up his heart once again. Meaning we may become visible to him" he explained. Though they weren't as powerful as they once were, they weren't as weak as they used to be, which was still a positive sign.
Arthur looked surprised, but a well of hope filled within him, a new club member? Kiku had isolated himself the same way he had, living alone and content for years before opening up again. The two of them had forged a strong bond, meaning that they could influence one another. His powers would trigger something in Kiku's, allowing his powers to blossom. Meaning Kiku may very well become another gifted nation? He could join the magical club? He couldn't help but grin like an idiot and call Norway and Romania to tell them the good news. Belarus had a genuine interest in some of Japan's ghost due to how vengeful and frightening they were. He grinned eagerly, were his own magical abilities rubbing off on Japan? "The power of love wins again" he boasted proudly.
Suddenly, the sliding door opened and Japan appeared, noticing England grinning to himself while watching the snow fall. He had left him in peace for a while before he became worried about his partner spending too long in the cold, perhaps he had been correct to follow his intuition and check on him. Was he merely enjoying the weather or was the cold affecting his brain? Lately he had begun to notice a change in himself, a tingle in his stomach and in his fingertips, his vision was changing into something new. He sensed something odd in the darkness, an uneasy feeling but not one that seemed wicked. Just barely able to make out invisible forms in the darkness, shapes dancing just out of sight. He would rather England not be out in the snow alone "Arthur-san, are you feeling ok?" he asked.
Arthur panicked, if Japan couldn't yet see his own supernatural friends yet while he was alone and talking to himself, he may be unnerved and become suspicious. He didn't want to make him worry and forcing him to face his powers so early when nothing definite had been approved. He would need to talk to the rest of the magic club upon how to deal with this later. "Sorry pet, I... I was just talking to myself, Christmas makes me nostalgic" he laughed nervously, he couldn't tell Japan about the magic yet, it was too soon.
Kiku smiled warmly, the expression made England's heart flutter like a bird "Hai, Christmas is the season of sharing memories..." he admitted "...Would you like some hot chocolate? It will warm you up" he suggested. He knew Arthur had a sweet tooth like himself and hot chocolate would help warm him up after being out in the cold. Arthur nodded, he admitted the cold was getting to him, approaching the porch and removing his shoes. Before waving goodbye to the Kappa subtly as to not seem impolite.
The Kappa smiled as he watched England enter the house again "hopefully this wizard will re-awaken Mr Japan's magic" he sighed, there was hope for them yet
"Hey pet, did you have any plans for tonight?" Arthur asks curiously, he had enjoyed all the recommendations that Japan had suggested. Getting Christmas cake and tea together, taking pictures together to commemorate the memories together. Watching the snow fall together, indulging in his inner child. Reminiscing on the past and sharing cultures with one another. However, he felt as though he could attempt suggestions too based on Kiku's interests and the many things they hadn't tried. He wanted to make the most of their time together.
Kiku blinked, he had hoped to just have peace and quiet with his lover, maybe enjoy the snow on a walk once it stopped. Something about the moon shimmering off the snow was so magical, like something out of a dream. However, he didn't wish to bore England nor did he want to deny him of any suggestions he may have. But he had the feeling England had something else in mind "We could go to the cinema" he asked. He knew that England had a love of media, such as films, he was very proud of the ones that came from his country. He had independent film companies which produced many interesting films. But more than that, a visit to the cinema was one of the most romantic dates you could choose, he knew that he could kiss or hold hands with Arthur in the dark and nobody would know. Able to express his affection for his boyfriend without judgement, whispers or wandering eyes. Arthur softened, he didn't want to push Japan too far out of his comfort zone, he knew he was rather introverted and socially awkward. He wanted to do whatever made him happiest that they could do together. Kiku shifted, the idea of sitting in a dark auditorium with his boyfriend made him blush, he'd read enough erotic novels to know what could happen, imagining that with his boyfriend. The fantasy of what could happen made his heart flutter, becoming another beloved memory of Arthur visiting.
"I know you aren't an avid socialiser, besides we could always netflix and chill, isn't that the new trend" Arthur chuckled, a couple would watch films together at home and if they became bored would become intimate. Usually putting something boring and mundane on in the background, while they were distracted by each other. He knew Japan wasn't huge on going out into large crowds due to his social anxiety, he didn't want to make him uncomfortable. Kiku felt his cheeks heat as he reflected upon this, due to his longterm friendship with America, he knew that netflix and chill could mean something perverted. Though he had no issue with that, sometimes watching a cute film with a loved one was best. Though he was surprised that England had suggested it first, rather than him. Though he knew the rumours around England's perverse history, he'd been nothing but a gentleman with him. "They have a good selection of films, we can cuddle with some blankets and just enjoy. Whatever you like" England smiled, they didn't have to go out.
Kiku shifted, he loved England and he wanted to make as many happy memories of their first Christmas as he could. He knew he got rather excited and carried away at times but he wanted it to be special. But he didn't want to become boring, for them to pass the time by doing nothing "If... if that would make you happy". Seeing England happy, watching his face beam with joy was something that warmed his heart. Hearing England reflect upon his past, happier memories made him feel closer to the latter. He even considered taking him ice skating, sharing a hot chocolate and singing carols together.
Arthur reached across to take Kiku's hand fondly "I want to spend time with you love, whatever makes you happiest. Christmas is about being with your loved ones, I have many classics I want to share" he confessed. He had travelled a long way to see him, he'd suffered jet lag, annoying customers, duty free and more. He'd been so exhausted he passed out at the hotel when he arrived. But he had come here of his own volition, and he couldn't be happier. The two of them spending Christmas together like this needed to become a tradition. He knew his brothers would approve of Japan. He was part of his family now. He didn't care what they did, as long as they were together, that was what mattered.
Japan smiled, Arthur's charm beaming through, no wonder so many people developed crushes on him. Though he was still confused by the subject "Christmas films?" Japan asked curiously. He had heard of them, given America never seemed to shut up about them. Though he had once previously enjoyed them, after being forced to watch so many by America previously, he'd lost interest in them for a long time. But he had never watched a Christmas film from another nation. He didn't see the likes of England enjoying them much, but then he was full of surprises.
England smiled, he could remember many a Christmas being sat around the tree with his brothers watching them. Up bright and early with wide eyes and bright smiles. Though on a cozy night as he got older they were fun to watch "A staple of Christmas, I admit I have some favourites". Though he wasn't as interested in the genre as America, who would have hours of film binges in one day, he did enjoy a couple of films and would happily put one on to entertain himself. Sometimes he would sing along, though he had been teased about his enthusiasm with Christmas songs when drunk before. But he could at least attest with witnesses he wasn't bad at singing.
Japan hummed reflectively, he was surprised England didn't have any sexual intentions with this, he was just being considerate and trying to bond. Arthur was so kind to him sometimes he didn't know what to say 'Which one would you suggest?" he asked, Arthur was just being considerate, trying to involve him in traditions from home which he appreciated.
Arthur's face lit up with delight, his eyes shining with warmth as he listed off a few of his favourites, he didn't want to overwhelm Kiku but he needed to think of some good ones. There were so many to choose from he didn't know where to start. "Let's see, there are so many classics to choose from? Where to start" he chuckled.
Kiku got to his feet, it seemed England would be making a list so this may take a while. Not that he minded, seeing England so happy warmed his heart, as though nurturing his inner child. "While you are deciding, would you like some snacks?" he asked. His puppy followed him happily to the kitchen upon the mention of food.
England softened "That would be lovely pet"
Japan handed England a cup of hot chocolate, warm, steaming with cream and rich chocolate, a smile on his lips. Arthur had finally sorted a reasonable list of films he decided that Japan may enjoy "You certainly know many seasonal films Arthur-san". England rarely spoke about his hobbies out loud, he was a very private person unless he was close with someone. He always had an air of mystery to him and everyone had a different opinion of him. But then he knew America could be rather cruel with his jokes at times, which would lead to England putting up walls around himself. He wondered what other genres England enjoyed.
England blushed, taking the cup from his boyfriend, the rich scent of chocolate filling his senses "My... my brothers, our tradition when I was a boy was to sit with hot chocolate and we would watch them together". They hadn't always been assholes to him. Scotland was a tease, he was as stubborn as himself and the tallest of all four of their siblings. Though he appeared scary to others, he was actually the softest person you could ever meet, he also had many cats in his home, due to his fondness for animals. He was fiercely protective of his brothers and never let anyone bully his little brother. To everyone else he was scary, to England he was annoying and sometimes bossy, but he was family. When everyone bullied him, Scotland had been the one to stand up for him, when England suffered after the civil war, he'd been the one to take care of him alongside Canada.
Japan smiled, families were complicated, much like his relationship with China, everyone had their secrets. England clearly loved his brothers immensely and knew them in a way that others wouldn't. He could see the love behind his eyes when he spoke about them. Though nervous he would happily meet them in the future. "Which one would you like to watch first" he asked.
England blushed, he knew some of his choices would sound odd and perhaps unusual, but he enjoyed them. Even he had debated with his brothers about them "Well, there are the classics as is expected, it's a wonderful life, the snowman, Bridget Jones diary, a few of my personal favourites" he chuckled. Something about a single English woman balancing personal chaos while the background of Christmas was brought up, he couldn't help but relate. Many awkward situations which were still relatable. Kiku blinked, he had half expected England to have other personal favourites, America's personal favourites were a christmas carol, the grinch and other stories where the villain became a hero. Belarus was rather fond of Christmas ghost stories or vengeful Christmas horrors. He'd never watched Christmas films himself but he understood the tradition, but if it was something he enjoyed he would happily sit with him and watch some. Cuddled together under the kotatsu table and share a drink with one another.
"I get the feeling you've never enjoyed a festive film" England chuckled, they weren't for everyone and after a while they could become tiring, all blending together. If he would rather watch something else he completely understood. Though he was surprised that Japan hadn't even seen one, they were hard to avoid especially given the season.
Kiku blushed, he didn't want to appear rude to Arthur but it wasn't the genre he generally watched "I... I have them, I suppose I've never seen the appeal is all".
England smiled, perhaps he just needed some education, we wasn't forced to watch every film that ever came out. Everyone had a specific type and that was fine "It's the same as any genre pet, you just need to find yours. Some are comedic, some are romantic, some are ghostly and some are horrors. There is something for everyone" he chuckled. There were all sorts of films out there and some you wouldn't even think existed, but that was what made it fun.
Japan hummed, "Which film would you suggest Arthur-san?" he asked