Winning couple is…GreecexFem!Japan~! BECAUSE THE MORNING AFTER PARTAY IS GREAT! Yes, I think you can tell how ENTHUSIASTIC I am :3 I'm keeping Kiku's name the same because…well, it iss a GIRLS name. Point made, no arguments that I'm lazy, kthx WARNING: NEKKED P33PL, NOTHING EXPLICIT, NO PLOT. (**EDIT: Much needed edits added. See if you can catch them all trolololo)

Kiku didn't know how…she didn't know why…and gods forbid she knew what actually happened last night. From what she remembered, it was relatively innocent. She met a young man while at a party with her two closest friends from her college days, an airheaded Italian and her German boyfriend, and he started a bit of small-talk. They went on like this, and he ordered the two of them a drink at the clubs bar…and she went blank. No matter how hard she tried…she could not remember whatever the hell went down.

Slowly, she was roused out of an alcohol induced sleep, a bright light coming down from an over-head skylight situated directly above her…in the most unpleasant of ways. Kiku made a soft sound of discomfort, a heavy wait on her chest moving for a bit, settling in basically the same, uncomfortable place. As she slowly became more and more conscious, she became more and more aware that something—or someone—was breathing slowly on her neck.

Like someone poured cold water on her, her eyes snapped open, one eye twitching. She made a soft squeak, twisting around for a second, whimpering when the heavy lump wrapped it's obviously muscular arms around her impossibly small frame. She moved around her legs, registering the feel of cotton on an obviously uncovered lower body, the heavy lump on her grumbling something in its sleep, situated directly between her legs…actually, if she craned her neck, she realized that she was definitely naked. In a bed. In a foreign room. In some bodies arms—and no, she was not freaking out, she's just entirely peachy because, obviously this happens every morning for her.

Least to say, she poked a mass of silky, curly nutmeg hair, a soft rumble coming from deep in the things throat. She scooted back a bit, almost shrieking when, now identified as a young male, nuzzled between to (very tiny) breasts. Her first instinct, the one she acted upon, was to slap the fucking pervert in the face. She's from Japan, where groping on trains is a common occurrence, and women knowing how to castrate a man on a subway was twice as common.

As quickly as her hand connected with his face, she heard a surprised grunt as the man scrambled on top of her, making the situation even more uncomfortable as the begging. Soon he was off of her, which gave her the opportunity to scramble up the bed, almost kneeing the already hurt man in the face in the process. Rubbing his cheek, languid, attractive emeralds met onyx orbs. She swallowed, and watched as he sat up, covering her already nude body with the sheets, trying to at least collect the barest shreds of modesty she had left.

He cocked his head to the side, and in a very sleep deprived voice asked her the most idiotic question ever articulated in the English language: "Did I do something wrong..?" he murmured, he voice laden with sleepiness, eyelids lowered in an oddly cute but sensual way. Quietly, her head shot back, eyes widened to the size of saucers. She gaped, quickly shutting it, her eyes wide and frantic. Somehow, this man was familiar, it was in his eyes, but her memory was far too foggy to even attempt to place his features to a name. Slowly, she relaxed, her eyes softening gently, feeling oddly familiar and a tad bit of remorse for slapping the man with pure Japanese-woman force.

She reached out and placed a hand on his now only pinkish cheek, her fingers recoiling slightly when he flinshed. "U-uhm...no…no, I don't think you did something wrong…well…I meant…that is…" she awkwardly continued rambling, unaware that the man in front of her was pulling her closer until she was situated directly in his lap, the rumbling of his chest as he spoke to her startling her out of her now nonsensical mutters and self conducted conversations. "I can't believe you've forgotton...do you remember my name?"

"N-no..?" she answered to the smooth, tanned chest against her cheek. She heard a soft murmur of "…is'fine with me, you'll remember...later…" before she was lightly pushed onto the fluffy mattress, soft snoring heard against her chest, the man now entirely passed out on top of her. She squeaked, still a rumpled mess, gasped pleads for a shower bubbling past her lips.

Hell, she may not remember, but maybe waking up is the best part of the party.

(**I WANTED TO EDIT THIS xD plus, I got five messages telling Greece's eyes were green, but I accidently pulled a FanFic dye job and that Kiku was acting like a retarded fish when she found a NAKED MAN on top of her = v =;; whoops~) Fail chapter is fail :( please, someone throw Lovi at me, I need the criticism…you guys are so AWESOME. Thanks for the support, so let's get on with this story and leave my laziness behind! Returning couple is SuFin, ya'll (LAWL, Paula DEAN XDDD)

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