Happy Christmas, everyone!

I still own nothing.

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Day 08: Shopping

"Come on, Kiku, you agreed to this."

"I didn't think you were serious! Where would you get spell books in Norway, anyways?"

Kiku had the sort of 'I-don't-believe-magic-is-actually-a-thing' look that Denmark often used. Lukas rolled his eyes. "Kiku, we've been over this. The same sort of place you get your seals and suchlike."

"You realize I make most of those, right? And there's a big difference between yōkai and waving a stick and saying a few words."

(Despite England believing otherwise, Kiku was well aware of his demons' existence; it was just fun messing with the Brit by pretending he didn't. Hey, even the ever-serious Japanese had a mischievous side!)

"I'll prove that my magic exists once I've bought this new book, now come on."

"Alright, alright. I'm still not sure about this, though."

Lukas smiled, pulling the smaller nation along behind him. "Thank you."

"Think nothing of it."

The pair wandered down side streets and alleys, until finally they came to a large black cast-iron door. Lukas knocked three times, and it slid open.

He bowed. "After you."

Kiku smiled. "Have you learned respect, then?" he teased.

"No, just to fear your temper," Lukas retorted.

"That works for me." Kiku stepped over the threshold and into the shop. The single room inside was much larger than it appeared from the outside, with all sorts of spell casting materials, from wands to cauldrons to spell books. Lukas immediately walked over to the third section, Kiku trailing uncertainly behind. He looked… uncomfortable; well, Lukas had pretty much proven the existence of his own brand of magic, so that was to be expected.

Lukas browsed the shelves, hunting for the book he'd wanted. Kiku, meanwhile, headed for a collection of books with. Chinese characters on the spines. At least, the Norwegian thought they were Chinese.

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"How long does it take to find one specific book, Lukas-kun?"

Lukas glanced over. Kiku was sitting cross-legged on the floor, a pile of books balancing precariously in front of him. "Having fun?"

"Hm. It's interesting to look at. This one," he added, indicating the book he was currently leading through, "is written by one of England-san's people; it's amusing to see their descriptions of my magic."

"Yes, it can be fun seeing how other cultures view your magic," Lukas agreed. "Ah, here it is." Glancing over at Kiku's stack, he added, "Do you want to get any of those?"

"Well." The other carefully picked out a couple books from the pile and returned the rest to the bookshelf. "These ones."

"Alright." Lukas picked them up in one arm and offered a hand to Kiku. The Japanese shot him a Look.

"I am perfectly capable of getting up by myself, though I appreciate the offer." He then demonstrated this, springing easily to his feet from lotus position. "Shall we go and pay?"

Lukas nodded. "I'll pay, don't worry about it."

"But-"

"I'm paying, Kiku," Lukas insisted.

"No, it's fine, I'll-"

"Kiku."

The older nation sighed in defeat. "Oh, alright. If you really want to."

The blond smiled. "There we go." He led the way down to the cash.

Several minutes later, laden down with heavy bags, the pair made their way back to Lukas' house. Kiku smiled.

"Thank you for taking me shopping, Ai."

Lukas laughed softly, putting his free hand on Kiku's shoulder. "It was my pleasure, kjære."

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More short. But I have to go to my grandparents' for Christmas, so I don't have time for writing. Sorry!

Next up: Hanging out with friends.

Happy Christmas~!

-Bird