I've been looking forward to this one~!
Which is odd, because I have no clue what I'm writing for it yet. Let's hear it for making things up as you go! (AKA how I do presentations for school…)
Anyways, trouble in paradise time~!
Disclaimed.
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Day 23: Arguing
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"Lukas-kun, could you get that for me?"
"Why can't you get it yourself?" Lukas called back.
"I'm making dinner! If I leave, it might burn!"
Lukas sighed. "Well, I'm doing paperwork! If it's important, they'll leave a message!"
"One would think you'd like a break from paperwork," Kiku muttered under his breath. The timer went off. "Ah! Lukas-kun, dinner's ready!"
"I'm kind of busy here!"
The Japanese glared up at the ceiling. "It'll go cold! You can take ten minutes to eat!"
"Look, Kiku, we don't all have leisure time!"
What did he mean, leisure time? "It's not leisure time," Kiku replied, doing his best to stay calm. "It's just ten minutes to eat and talk for a little, that's all. You're entitled to that, surely!"
"I'll come down later!"
"You'll come down now!" Kiku snapped, surprising even himself. "I worked hard to make this!"
"Fine!" Lukas fired back. "I'll waste the time I could be using to get work done!"
He was greeted at the base of the stairs by Kiku, looking very irritable. Like Tino on one of his bad days, except scarier. "So spending time with me is a waste now, is it?"
"You know that's not what I meant."
"Then what, pray tell, did you mean?"
"It's just- That is-" Lukas waved a hand dismissively. "Forget it. You wouldn't understand anyway."
Kiku narrowed his eyes. Then a sharp pain snapped to life behind his eyes and he turned away, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine. I can't be bothered to deal with this right now anyway. Just come and eat, and then you can get back to your paperwork."
That should have been the end of it. But both of them were very proud nations, so of course it wasn't. "What happened to wanting to talk to me?"
"You're obviously not interested," Kiku retorted. "I know when I'm not wanted."
"And yet you keep visiting that family of yours," Lukas mused. He regretted it instantly. Kiku's eyes went very wide, then very narrow.
"We're done talking," he hissed, spinning on his heel and storming off to the kitchen. "Get your food and get lost," he added over his shoulder.
"Oh, that's rich! This is my house!" Lukas snapped at the smaller nation's back. "Or have you forgotten that?"
Kiku stopped, still looking the other way. "I thought you said it was our house," he said, very slowly.
Lukas shrugged. "If you want to act like a child, so be it. But you can't tell me what to do!"
The Japanese laughed, a high, slightly disturbing noise. "I'm acting like a child?! I'm not the one pretending I'm all superior!"
"Oh, I forgot, your policy is to forget any bad things you've done ever happened, but that's not childish at all!"
Kiku spun around, dark eyes glaring. "Oh, I'm sorry, you expect me to just make up for everything I've done in a heartbeat?!" he yelled, actually yelled. "Well I can't accomplish the impossible, so too bad!" He pinched the bridge of his nose again, taking a calming breath. "Too bad," he repeated, quieter. "This conversation is over."
"So you're just going to run away?" Lukas asked. They couldn't just leave it, they had to work this out.
"'Run away'?" Kiku repeated incredulously. "You think trying to avoid this getting any worse than it already has is running away?!"
"You can't just escape your problems by separating yourself from them, Kiku!" Lukas replied, harsher than he meant to. "That's not how life works!"
"Maybe not, but it keeps me from making any more enemies than I already have," Kiku hissed icily. "Do you need any more information, or can we end this?"
"Kiku-"
The Japanese raised a hand. "I don't want to hear it."
"He says after asking me if I wanted any more information."
"Needed, not wanted." Kiku raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were smart enough to know the difference."
"That's just petty," Lukas retorted.
"Oh, it wasn't an insult. Just a fact." The raven haired nation shrugged, impossibly calm. No, not calm. Tense. Like the calm before the storm. "I ask again. Are we done?"
"You think I'll just let this go?" Lukas asked. "Now I see why everyone has issues dealing with you. You expect everyone else to be an emotionless little samurai, just like you. Well guess what, Japan? It's not that simple! You can't expect us to just keep moving on!"
"Is that what you think of me?" Kiku asked, voice carefully flat and emotionless. "Honestly, I thought better of you."
"I'm only saying what everyone thinks," Lukas replied, shrugging. Then he stopped, taking in his boyfriend's stricken expression. It vanished the moment Kiku noticed the blond was looking, but… "Shit, Kiku, I'm-"
Kiku held up a hand. "Save it." He smiled crookedly, an ill-fitting look on his face. "Emotional pleas only work on those with emotions, iie?" He shook his head, brushing past Lukas and up the stairs. "Just… leave it, Norway-san."
Lukas listened to the sound of footsteps above him, then the bedroom door slamming shut. Then he turned and banged his head against the wall several times. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"
Never before had he felt less worthy of being Kiku's boyfriend.
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Aw, the babies are fighting… Ah well, they'll fix it tomorrow, ne?
Translations:
Iie (Japanese): No
As always, correct me if I'm wrong.
Next up: Making up afterwards
See ya~!
-Bird