Hahaha! I've been looking forward to this one… It's about time I showed how these two got together. This takes place… Well, it's pretty much a continuation of Day 1.

Disclaimed.

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Day 05: Kissing

"So," Norway said after a moment, absently rubbing his fingertips over Japan's knuckles.

"S-so," Japan repeated, blushing, gaze fixed on their hands.

The Nordic glanced up. "Embarrassed?"

"A-a bit," the Asian admitted. "I'm not used to… physical contact."

"If you want, I could…" Norway made to pull his hand away. Japan shook his head, shifting his own hands to keep the other in place.

"I-it's fine," he murmured, blushing furiously. "I-I don't mind."

Norway shrugged absently, sighing. "If you're sure."

Japan smiled faintly, turning to face the other nation. "I am. You're… a good friend, Norway-kun."

"Thanks." Norway let his eyes flicker over Japan's face, his delicate, feminine features, wide dark eyes framed by long lashes, full lips; the elder nation was beautiful, no two ways about it. Anyone you asked would agree.

The blond could admit to himself that he found the slender nation… fascinating. Kind and warm but distant and cold at the same time. And what was he so shy about, anyway?

"Ah… Norway-kun?" Japan blinked at him, concern flickering through his eyes.

"Hm? Oh… sorry. I just spaced out a bit." He forced himself to meet the raven haired nation's eyes, rather than focus on his lips, as he so obviously had been. Maybe he didn't notice…?

Japan smirked, just slightly, almost imperceptibly. He'd noticed all right. It was probably his cultural politeness keeping him from mentioning it. "Oh, that's fine. Are you… tired? We could go back inside."

"No, that's fine." Norway shifted as a cold breeze blew past. "I usually stay up pretty late."

"Ah." Was it just his imagination, or did Japan's eyes flicker down for a second? "Then let's stay for a couple minutes more."

"Alright."

They sat in silence a short while, Norway's hands still running over the backs of Japan's. The smaller nation smiled, enjoying the attention.

"…Norway-kun?"

"Yes, Japan?"

"Have you ever wanted to do something… crazy?"

He thought about it. "Sometimes, I suppose. Why do you ask?"

Japan hesitated, looking away and blushing bright red. "Because… That is, I… Well, I…"

"Japan?"

The slender nation pulled his hands away, staring out into the night. "I…"

Norway frowned. "Japan, what-!"

Japan suddenly turned back to Norway, leaned in, and pressed their lips together, pulling away almost instantly. He turned away, one hand rising to cover his mouth.

"Oh- I-I'm sorry- I didn't mean to-"

Norway reached out his own hand and rested it on Japan's cheek, gently turning the other to face him. "It's alright," he murmured, noting as he did so that the two of them were sitting so close together that, if he was to lean forward just a little, their lips would be touching. "I don't mind." His breath was brushing against the other's lips now. Japan stared up at him, wide-eyed, lips slightly parted.

"N…Norway…kun…?"

"It's… Lukas, Japan. My name is Lukas." And with that, he tilted Japan's chin up just enough to press their lips together again.

Japan stiffened slightly, surprised. Then he relaxed, arms curling around Lukas' neck for support. His eyes slid shut and he hummed softly against the other's lips. It tickled.

When they pulled away, Japan smiled happily. "Well, that was… new."

"Is that a good thing, Japan?" Norway asked.

"…Kiku."

"Hm?"

Japan blushed. "My name is Kiku."

Lukas smiled. "Kiku," he echoed. "Kiku… That's a beautiful name."

"Arigato… L-Lukas-kun?"

"Yes, Kiku?"

"Does this mean we're… dating, now?"

Lukas thought for a second. "If that's what you want."

"I… Yes. It is."

"Then I suppose we are," he said softly, pulling his Kiku in for one more kiss.

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And another one bites the dust! Ah, this is fun. Next up: Wearing each others' clothes.

See ya~!

-Bird