Greece sat on a hill, the Acropolis to be exact, a cat in his arms, purring softly.

He liked to sit in these ruins. They were a monument to the height of his mother's power.

An attest meant to her glory.

Many forgot about the myths of old, and the gray-eyed goddess that his mother inspired.

Though when he thought, he could never remember if his mother actually had gray eyes.

Sometimes he saw gray, others he saw the same olive green tint that adorned hos own eyes.

He sighed, running his free hand along a column.

Greece was often asleep and most countries attributed it to his citizens laziness.

That wasn't it though.

Greece was one of the oldest countries out there, and unlike China and Japan, he had difficulty cooping.

He slept so he didn't have to think. Think about things, like how his childhood crush had murdered his mother in cold blood. His little brother scared and torn, because his once great king had died and his people couldn't pick a kind. The love of his life collapsing into his arms, from injuries induced by Greece's own saviors.

But when he slept he didn't have to think about things like that. Had he not he probably would've...

"Greece-san, your boss told me I would find you here." a voice said

Turning he looked into the flat brown eyes of Japan.

"Hello..., Japan." he replied, wearily.

"How are you?" Japan asked, stepping forward.

"I-I'm... fine."

"That is good. What is this place?"

"A temple to the goddess Nike, of vengeance. Faithful servant of Athena."

"Yes, I remember now. Your mother inspired Athena?"

"Yes..."

"It has been a long time since you've seen your mother?"

"Yes.. I haven't seen her since the beginning of the A.D. Era."

"You have siblings, though? Why do they not show up?"

"Few still live. Macedonia and Athens are still alive. So is Cyprus and Crete, but they have their own schedule. And that damn Turk."

"Turkey is your brother?"

"Yes, he is slightly younger though."

"Younger, he looks older."

"That is because he murdered my mother and took and my land, restricting my growth and having his way."

"That his why you hate him?"

"I was him stab my mother, when I was only physically 3 or 4, of course I hate him." Greece said, sitting down.

Japan joined him, and reached over to get the cat that Greece had, "Careful, your crushing him."

But Greece didn't want to let go, his cats were another shield, they comforted him.

So in the end Japan was on top of Greece, and the cat was scurrying away.

"I apologize. This is my fault." Japan said.

"No... It's mine. Don't worry yourself."

They sat in that position for a long awkward minute, blushing furiously.

"I-I'm so.." Japan tried to say.

He was interrupted when Greece leaned down and kissed him.

For a second Japan just stared, then, slowly, he sunk into it.

After a moment they broke for air, Japan scurried up, not once meeting Greece's eyes

"I must be going." and walked away.

Greece smirked, "Goodbye, Kiku."

'Maybe I should get angry more, and get a few more cats.'