I don't own Hetalia.

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Day 06: Wearing each other's clothes

"When I said 'wear something different', this isn't what I had in mind," Lukas muttered, tugging at the collar of the white uniform.

"Oh, come now, Lukas-kun," Kiku replied, straightening the cross clip he'd borrowed off his boyfriend for the occasion. "You look very nice."

"And you," came the response, "look like a sailor girl."

"And that's a good thing, right?"

"Oh, absolutely," Lukas assured him, snaking an arm around his waist. "I'm just worried I won't be able to keep the others off you."

America had come to the idea that at the next World Meeting, everyone would come wearing the clothes of one of their friends. There was quite an extensive betting pool.

In any case, Lukas and Kiku had drawn the logical conclusion that they would dress as each other. So they'd had the correctly measured uniforms made, and now they were all set for the meeting.

Kiku hesitantly reached out to straighten Lukas' collar. "There," he murmured. "You're very handsome."

Lukas gently took Kiku's hand from his collar, kissing the back gently. "You're too kind. Come on; if we don't hurry, we'll be late."

"Wouldn't want to break our perfect attendance records," Kiku teased.

"No we wouldn't," Lukas agreed, offering the Asian his arm.

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"DUDE! You and Norway?! Totally didn't see that coming!" America, dressed in Canada's long coat and carrying a ratty stuffed polar bear, wrapped an arm around the Japanese's shoulders and yanked him off. Kiku shot Lukas a look that was either 'See you later' or 'Hurry up and save me'.

He decided it was the second. "America, stop bothering him."

"I'm not bothering you, right, Keeks?"

"Ah, w-well…" Kiku straightened the cross pin awkwardly. "I-I…"

Germany, wearing Italy's blue uniform and looking just slightly ridiculous, slammed his hand against the table. "That is enough chit-chat! Everyone get to your seats so we can begin!"

Kiku shrugged, shooting Lukas an apologetic look as he moved to his place.

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"That was fun," Kiku sighed, leaning back against the arm of his chair. The meeting was long over, and the two had headed back to Norway's house, as he'd been the host country. "Perhaps we should do it again sometime."

"What, wear each other's clothes?" Lukas asked.

"Hai. I think it's cute."

The Norwegian chuckled. "Of course you do."

Kiku folded his arms across his chest. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You think everything's cute."

"Only cute things." The Japanese hesitated, then continued. "Like you."

"Thank you, kjære."

"You're welcome." Kiku smiled happily, closing his eyes. "I think I could just fall asleep right here," he added.

Lukas shook his head. "Come on, let's get changed."

"What, now? In the same room?" Kiku asked, blushing.

"You're so shy."

"Maybe I just don't want you embarrassing yourself," the other teased.

"You're intolerable."

"You love it."

"Absolutely."

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SO SHORT OH MY FUCKING GOD. Okay, once I'm done this, I'm definitely doing a full length story for Norpan.

Next up: Cosplaying

See ya~!

-Bird