Trouble in paradise will be resolved!

Disclaimed.

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Day 24: Making up afterwards

knock knock knock

"Kiku?" Lukas asked tentatively, standing at the locked door to their room. He couldn't go into the room, because for some reason it only locked from the inside, meaning that if Kiku locked it, then Lukas was trapped outside.

(It didn't work the other way, because Kiku could and would climb the outside of the building and go through the window.)

(Freaking ninja.)

Lukas knocked again. "Kiku, answer me."

Still nothing. "I… brought you some food… You must be hungry…"

"I'm fine," came the muffled reply. "Go away."

Lukas sighed, allowing his hand to rest against the door. "Alright, kjære. I'll just leave this outside the door. …I'll be downstairs… if you want to talk."

Kiku didn't reply. Lukas left the food on the landing and plodded down the stairs, hesitating and glancing back at the door.

Kiku waited until the footsteps had gone down the stairs before unlocking the door and opening the door just a little. He peered around the doorframe, dark eyes scanning the hall. Then he stepped out and picked up the plate, retreating back into the room and locking the door.

"Maybe I was… a little harsh?" Kiku murmured. "…He said some… really cruel things… But I didn't have to take it so seriously…" He nodded to himself. "He… didn't mean it… did he? …No, of course not."

The Japanese stood, moving to unlock the door. Then he hesitated. "…Why should I be the one to apologize? After all, he started it…" He nodded. "I should wait for him to apologize!

"…But how is he supposed to do that when I've locked him out?"

Kiku thought about this, eating quickly. "…I have to take the dishes downstairs anyway… I… may as well talk to him…"

He stood, nodding decisively. "Yes! I'll go downstairs and talk to him. After all, it's only polite."

The Japanese unlocked the door, walking down the stairs silently. He peeked into the living room. Lukas was curled up on the couch, reading. Kiku slid into the room and sat on the farthest edge of the couch from his boyfriend. The Norwegian glanced up, nodded awkwardly, and went back to his book. "Kiku. I… wasn't expecting to see you this evening."

"Well, here I am," Kiku murmured. "I'm so-"

Lukas raised a hand. "You don't have to apologize, Kiku."

"But, I want to!" Kiku protested. "I-I-"

"I don't deserve it," Lukas murmured. "You didn't do anything wrong." He edged closer slowly, uncertain as to how it would be received. Kiku didn't respond either way.

"I should be the one apologizing," he continued, resting a hand on the smaller nation's thigh. Kiku blushed, glancing away shyly.

"N-no, it's fine! Really, it is!" the Japanese protested. "I shouldn't have snapped at you to begin with." He shifted closer to Lukas hesitantly. "If I hadn't, you wouldn't have gotten mad, and none of this would have happened."

Lukas smiled, rubbing his boyfriend's leg gently. "I overreacted. You had every right to be angry."

Kiku nodded uncertainly. "You know, I haven't gotten properly angry in… oh, it must be centuries now."

The Norwegian frowned. "What about that time with Greece?"

"Oh, I wasn't properly angry then. It's something I… try to avoid." Kiku sighed. "If I ever got really, really mad at someone, it… wouldn't be pretty."

"As in…?"

The Japanese pulled his legs up to his chest. "The last time I got angry, I… did some things I'm… not proud of. I'd… prefer to leave it at that."

Lukas nodded. "Alright, fair enough." He put one arm around the smaller nation's shoulders. "Are we good now?"

Kiku thought for a second. Then he nodded, smiling. "Hai. Hai, we are."

"Good." Lukas slid off the couch to kneel in front of his boyfriend. "I know I already asked this, but I want to do it properly." He pulled the ring that he'd been working on in his office when Kiku had called him down for dinner. "Kiku Honda, I love you more than anything else in the world. Will you do me the honor of becoming my w- I mean, husband?"

Kiku nodded furiously, throwing himself off the couch and into his fiancé's arms. "Yes, yes, yes! Of course I will!"

Well, that was one way to solve an argument.

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Aw look, they've made up! And a proper marriage proposal, too!

It's another headcanon of mine that Kiku never, ever gets properly mad, because he's absolutely terrifying when he is… Think 2p-level scary. Also, he just doesn't like it.

Next up: Gazing into each others' eyes.

See ya~!

-Bird