England and Japan make some memories on his first day during Christmas

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England gazed in awe at the delightful sweet on the plate before him. Though he was more than used to looking at cake, never had he seen anything so pretty before in his life. The colours, the intricacy, the scents and the time that had gone into preparing it. The love that had gone into making this cake look so delicious.

He had lived many centuries and been to many places. He had seen all manners of food but never anything so simple and yet so appealing. Bringing out his inner child the longer he looked at it. It was a simple sponge cake, but completely covered in white icing the colour of snow. Small turret swirls of cream atop it and strawberries to complete the outer ring decoration.

Inside was a thick slice of cream with more strawberries as the filling. There were also a few candles and a plaque of chocolate in the middle with the words "merry Christmas" in Japanese kanji on the front. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen anything so pretty in his life. Back home he was used to seeing fruit cakes with marzipan or frosting, but nothing like this.

This was pure artwork in every sense of the word and yet so simple. He almost felt bad that he was going to consume it at how pretty he is. Yet he wanted to taste how delicious it looked. He never thought there would come a day when he would be torn on whether or not to consume an item of food.

Japan had already taken a picture with his phone, though he never usually did such a thing. He apologized as it was a cultural habit from his country. England couldn't help but do the same, just to keep as a memory. Then he would be able to look back on the memory and think of how much fun he had.

Afterwards, Japan then sliced the cake into equal portions then gave the first piece to England. He then cut a slice for himself and began to eat the sweet before him. It was tradition in his country to take care of the guest's needs first before himself, a tradition that he also shared with England.

England hesitated then took a bite of the cake. His eyes widening in awe as the flavours hit his tongue. He was beyond pleasantly satisfied, no. He was having a foodgasm. The sweetness of the cream, the perfect sponginess of the cake. The refreshing taste of the strawberries mixed with all the other flavours. Nothing short of perfection.

Japan saw the look on the brits face as he ate the cake with pure delight. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen England with such a look on his face. He looked like a small child who had just found something magical. Not that he hated it, in fact it was very cute in his eyes. His affections for the Brit only growing stronger.

"You seem to be enjoying the cake Arthur-san" Japan teased. Not that he hated it, in fact to know that England thought so much of his countries Christmas cake was a big compliment. England's traditions of Christmas cake were much older than his own. Using fruits, nuts, alcohol and other ingredients to make a cake. Which was oddly satisfying.

To know that he enjoyed the sweets of his country and they affected him so positively was a big compliment to him. Though he didn't look it, he could in fact be very self conscious himself about introducing certain parts of his culture to other people. Worried that they would criticize him in a bad way which he always feared.

England blinked and nodded, this was the best thing he had eaten in a long time. Even as a child when he was a young country, he had never tasted anything like this. He had been forced to survive on the land and grab what he could get to survive. Though France would share things with him every now and again when he visited.

It brought out his inner child and yet developed his taste for cake. Considering one of his national fruits was a strawberry, he was more than satisfied with it being used as a Christmas cake filling. He could see the likes of America enjoying this too. But who wouldn't? This was very satisfying to the taste, different flavours and textures working so well together.

Japan then noticed a smudge of cream on the blonde's cheek. With how quickly he had been devouring that cake he hadn't even noticed the smear on his cheek. He chuckled under his breath. Though he acted like a gentleman a lot of the time, there were times that England acted slightly like a child. But not in a bad way though.

It showed that under that stubborn and brooding nature, he was indeed a kind soul. He was just bad at showing it due to years of being alone, much like himself. The fact that despite the actions he had taken in the past, the likes of America and France still held a very strong compassion and admiration for him showed this.

England saw him chuckling and looked at him in confusion. Had he done something funny? He didn't recall doing so, his eyes filled with curiosity and an air of innocence. His expression only warmed Japan's heart and made him want to laugh even harder but he restrained himself as to not upset England.

Japan smiled warmly "Gomen'nasai Athur-san. Your cheek" he apologized trying not to laugh. He just looked so cute, his eyes wide and filled with joy as he ate the cake. He wondered if anyone else had ever seen England make such an expression. But hopefully being the first person to see him make such a face made it all the more meaningful.

England blinked innocently and then flushed red, realizing how ungentlemanly he had been acting. He had just really been enjoying the cake and indulging himself to the senses. He should have known better and restrained himself as to not embarrass himself or Japan when they were out in public like this.

Japan then reached across the table and wiped the cream from England's face with his thumb. His eyes never once averting from England's as he did so, only adding to the intensity of the situation. He then pulled his hand away and licked it off his finger smirking a little bit as he did so, delicious.

England blushed but stared intently as he watched Japan lick the cream off his finger. Seeing the slightly dominant and mischievous glint in the Japanese male's eyes. He would be lying if he wasn't slightly aroused to see Japan acting so… dominant. He was usually so docile that he didn't expect Japan to act so bold like that.

Japan then just smiled at him warmly with a look of adoration. Enjoying seeing England so flustered from one small gesture. How cute he was, a basic tsundere in every sense of the word. But then that just made him like England more, being able to peel back his harder shell to see the kind soul that lay underneath.

England was utterly stunned to see Japan acting in such a way. Not that he hated it of course, in fact he loved it. He was just used to seeing Japan act so… reserved. To see him act so unlike himself was not just surprising but… kind of hot. Though he was need some time to get used to seeing such a side of Japan, he wouldn't mind seeing more.


Japan and England walked down the street together, content and now filled with cake and tea. Afterwards, England had suggested it should become a regular thing between them. For the two of them to get together every now and again to drink tea and enjoy sweets together. Simply to converse and enjoy each other's culinary desserts with beverages.

Japan had indeed been up to the option, as it seemed only fair to share his opinion on England's national sweets. But asked that they buy the desserts from England's country instead of him making them himself. He didn't want to end up getting sick from England's cooking. Though he had been disappointed, England agreed.

England then gazed around him at the streets, admiring the lights adorning the trees and everywhere around him. He was more than used to them back home but now, they felt more magical. It was like being in another world. Learning new traditions and building a stronger relationship with Japan. Not rushed or too fast, just taking the time to enjoy being with one another.

His green eyes became gentle yet filled with wonder. A look of awe and utter happiness upon his face. Compared to America's loud and crazy Christmas's, this felt more peaceful. The way Christmas should be. Not loud and about the flashing lights, but being peaceful and sharing the love. Simply to enjoy, not to show off like America did every year.

Japan saw the look of utter joy on England's face. He had never seen the brit look so beside himself before. It was honestly the cutest thing he had seen since he tried that cake earlier. He then took out his phone from his pocket quietly, wanting to capture the moment. He then moved closer to England surprising the blonde male at his sudden movement. Not expecting it.

He then realized Japan wanted to take a picture and happily posed with the Japanese male. The lights in the background setting the scene as they stood together in the street. They took a few in different poses and shared a few laughs. The two of them picking out which ones were their favourite. Though they didn't agree on a few of them.

Japan then smiled warmly at England. He had such the loveliest smile when he was happy and his charm really shone through. Why he was always so moody most of the time he didn't know. Why did he have to hide such a lovely smile underneath a scowl all the time? Just what thoughts could be plaguing his mind to make him so unhappy?

He knew that he didn't have the best relations with France or America, but surely, he had other countries he was close to? He didn't spend all his time alone, did he? The very idea of England having nobody made him feel rather sad. Knowing he was the first friend he had made in a long time honestly made Japan feel really bad for the guy.

England wasn't perfect and he knew it all too well. But he had a kind soul and cared for those around him very deeply. He was just bad at showing those affections out of fear of getting hurt. So why would nobody be able to see this side of him too? Did they all think him unpleasant? Or think of him only as the pirate and punk he once was.

England saw Japan staring at him and blushed "Um… Japan?" he asked awkwardly. He had been giving him an odd look for a while, he wondered if he was feeling ok. Was there still cream on his face or was he making a strange expression on his face? He wondered if Japan had a split personality or something.

Japan blushed and realized he was staring "Gomen'nasai Arthur-san. Your face… it's the first time I've seen you smile from your heart" he explained awkwardly. Though England often faked how he felt to hide his feelings, the expression he was making right now was genuine. He was truly happy and enjoying himself in this moment.

England blinked then blushed, though he often acted out and got upset around other nations. He felt he could really trust Japan, he felt comfortable enough opening his heart to the other male. In the short hours that he had spent on his first day in his country. He was really enjoying himself. Learning new things, tasting new things and simply feeling comfortable.

He truly felt happy, content and able to could show the side of himself he very rarely showed in front of other people. He didn't have to worry about Japan hurting him or saying something that may upset him. He could just be himself without any worries or cares, which he wasn't able to do very easily.

He then looked at Japan nervously and smiled "I… I was just so happy. I can't remember the last time I felt like this" England explained shyly. He had spent so much time thinking about the past, that he never thought he could feel happy again. His emotional scars running deep and preventing him from moving on.

Japan smiled, to know that England felt so comfortable around him to make such a face. It was nothing short of a miracle. He felt so special to know that England could trust him so much. But he too felt the same. Though the likes of America meant well underneath his loudmouthed and energetic personality, England was a completely different matter.

He felt a kindred spirit in England and a longing to be loved. He felt like he could tell England anything and could feel himself growing a fondness for him as more time passed. A feeling that grew like the cherry blossoms of his country. Now a blossoming bud but not yet a blooming flower for the world to see. Still slowly growing and needing to be nurtured.

But he would get there eventually, he had time. He could take it slow and build bridges with England before he finally confessed to him. To share the feelings he had been harbouring for him for some time now. Before he showed just how much he meant to him.