This is going to go horribly, I can tell. Wish me luck!

Disclaimed.

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Day 12: Making out

"So."

"So."

Kiku shot Lukas an awkward half smile. "You know how I said earlier how we didn't have to talk, as long as we were together?"

"Yes?"

"Well, I'm starting to regret it. Can we just talk about something, anything?"

The Norwegian frowned. "Like what?"

Kiku flopped back against the couch cushions. "I don't know, something!"

"Very helpful." A thought struck him. "Are we ever going to tell the others that we're dating?"

The Japanese sat up. "Do we have to? Because that's a conversation I'd rather not deal with. Not for a long time." He sighed. "Human interaction is not my specialty."

"Same here. But, Kiku, we can't hide this from them forever." Lukas sat up as well, running a hand through his hair. "It's been hard enough keeping it secret this long, and it's only been… what, a month?"

"About that," Kiku agreed. "It's just not a topic I'm good at discussing."

Lukas sighed, resting his head on the back of the couch. "Well, we have to tell them eventually."

"Why? We could just not." The elder nation crossed his legs and leaned forward. "It's not like they have to know."

"It would make things easier if we did." He rested a hand on Kiku's knee. "We should tell them."

"I know. But… I can't. Not yet." Kiku lifted the blond's hand away. "I'm not ready…" He stopped, looking away in thought. "…for… making it… official," he decided.

"Why not?"

"I'm just not, okay?" he hissed. "Sorry, I just… Can we leave it, for now?"

"Of course, kjære." Because if Kiku isn't ready, I'll wait until he is.

Lukas shifted forward and kissed his boyfriend lightly on the lips. Kiku squeaked in surprise, going abruptly scarlet. "L-Lukas-kun!"

"Sh, kjære. It's fine; if you don't like it, tell me, and I'll stop." He nibbled at Kiku's lower lip. The Asian nation gasped at the sensation, allowing Lukas to slip his tongue into the other's mouth.

The Japanese went even redder, if that was possible, a startled noise sliding between slack lips. He leaned forward, eyes flickering shut as a soft hum vibrated through his throat. "Lukas…kun…" he murmured as they pulled apart, gasping.

"Yes, Kiku?" Lukas murmured, tangling fingers in his boyfriend's raven hair.

"D-do that again. Please?"

"With pleasure," came the reply. The blond pulled Kiku's head towards him and pressed their lips back together. The Japanese whimpered softly, grasping the taller man's shoulders. Lukas smirked into the kiss, moving his right hand from Kiku's hair to the back of his neck.

"Lukas…" Kiku shifted his weight into the Norwegian's lap, wrapping his legs around the other's waist and tangling his fingers in fair hair. "Nngh…"

Lukas broke the kiss. "No honorifics this time, kjære?" he breathed against the other's lips.

"Shut up and kiss me," Kiku replied breathlessly. "Idiot."

Lukas was all too happy to oblige, wrapping his arms around the Japanese's waist and pinning his hands against the couch. Kiku responded enthusiastically, whimpering almost-silently. "Lukas… Luk…as…"

"Yes, Kiku?" Lukas pulled away from the other's lips to nibble down his neck. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Ah… mm…hm… Ai… O-onegai…" he half-sobbed. "Please… Ah… Don't stop…"

"I wasn't planning on it." The Norwegian brushed Kiku's hair back from his face. "Gods, you're beautiful like this. Just… look at you. You're so amazingly beautiful."

"I'm… ah… not a woman… Lukas. I'm not… beautiful." Kiku glared at him, panting softly, cheeks painted red.

"Of course not, kjære."

"Don't make me slap you, Ai." The glare didn't leave his face. To be honest, it wasn't quite as intimidating with the slender nation obviously horny as all hell.

"If you slap me, I'll stop." Lukas smirked, mouthing Kiku's pulse.

"Ah… Nngh… Lukas…" he whined. "Stop… Stop teasing me…"

"Heh."

"I hate you sometimes, you know that?" Kiku murmured, pulling one wrist free from Lukas' grip and tugging him back up for more kisses. The blond obliged cheerily, licking at the inside of Kiku's mouth.

"I know."

"Okay," came a new voice, "this is the most awkward situation I've ever been in."

The two lovers sprang apart, spinning around to stare at Iceland and Hong Kong, who had apparently walked in at just the wrong moment.

"Emil-"

"Ah, Xiao-kun-"

The pair shared a smirk. "Mei's gonna love this," Hong Kong commented.

Kiku went very pale. "You wouldn't."

"Oh, I would."

"Xiao-kun, don't you dare-"

"I have to agree with you," Iceland decided, shooting Lukas a look that could only be described as pure evil. "And Mathias'll be upset if I don't tell him."

"If you tell that idiot Dane, the entire world will know in under a day! Emil, I am literally begging you, don't tell him!"

They replied in perfect unison. "If we don't tell anyone, you have to do whatever we say."

Kiku raised an eyebrow. "You two do remember who you're talking to, right?"

Xiao frowned. "You, like, don't have anything on us."

"I seem to recall a certain incident on Christmas Eve involving you two getting very drunk and doing things I'm certain you wouldn't want certain people finding out about…"

"You wouldn't," Xiao decided. "You're bluffing."

"I don't bluff, brother dearest."

The Chinese teen swallowed hard. "So we don't say anything, and you don't say anything."

"Precisely," Kiku agreed. "Now, why don't you two go find somewhere else to do… whatever you were planning on doing?"

Hong Kong sighed. "Yessir, Nihon, sir. C'mon, Emil." He dragged the protesting Nordic out the door.

Lukas raised an eyebrow. "How did you do that?"

Kiku shrugged. "Blackmail is a specialty of mine. It's amazing what you can make people do with the right incentive." He smiled, the faintest blush creeping over his skin. "Do you want to… continue?"

"Let me lock the door first."

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I was right. That was awful.

But, you see, Netherlands was wrong; money doesn't make the world go around. Blackmail, on the other hand…

Yeah, it's a headcanon of mine that Kiku, being the freaking ninja that he is, has blackmail on every other nation, frequently involving rather compromising positions, because let's face it, the guy's a bit of a pervert.

Smartass.

Sorry for the sheer horribleness that was this chapter; next one will hopefully be better.

Next up: Eating ice cream. Well, who doesn't like ice cream in winter?

See ya~!

-Bird