A/N: Thanks to my new reviewer: satou17! If I were an anime character, pink hearts would be flying out of my head. :D So I realized that I name my chapters twice… how random… Tell me which is better, or if I should just keep both if you review, please. Anyway, thanks for waiting for the update! We finally get some lovey-dovey stuff here! Yay! (Sorry if it's a bit corny.) Glossary's at the end, though you can infer most of it.
Japan and Germany had been going out for 6 months when Japan discovered that something was amiss. It had all started when he decided to celebrate their anniversary.
Japan woke before Amaterasu on his anniversary, before the birds could begin to sing their sweet tunes, before the flowers opened their eyes to the sky and released their perfume. Instead, he hummed his own song, one of love and of beauty, and sniffed the warm scent of fresh baked bread. Japan bent over, reached into the oven and removed a whole ham, prepared just how Germany liked it. He was no Furansu-san, but he could still cook up a delicious meal that tantalized the taste buds and flattered the nose and eyes. Germany would love it; an authentic German breakfast, with a bit of a Japanese twist. Japan was excited. In a rare display of glee, he twirled on one foot, setting down the ham on a countertop. He laughed quietly, a smile on his face, as his apron swirled around him. Today would be perf—
"Japan…" said a deep voice drowsily. "Why are you…" A yawn interrupted,"…Why are you up so early?" Japan stiffened, freezing in mid turn, and turned slowly towards the sound of his lover's voice. Germany stood at the doorway, his large, muscular arms resting on the frame. His blonde hair was mussed, strands sticking up from his usually sleek style. He was naked but for his boxers, red, a gift from Italy last Christmas. His eyes were half-shut and Japan hoped fervently that Germany had not seen him. Oh the embarrassment! But if Germany had seen him, he gave no sign, except...
"Come back to bed…" said Germany with a smirk. "That smile looked cute on you, Mien Liebling. And that apron does too."
Japan flushed red. So Germany had seen him! "Do… Doitsu-anata!" stammered Japan. "I am simply making a special breakfast for you. Do you not know what day it is?" Had he forgotten? Six months ago this day, Germany and Japan had exchanged their first verbal confessions of love. How could Germany possibly forget?
Germany quickly turned pale, his eyes indicating that he was fully awake. "die Scheiße!" muttered Germany, crossing his arms and resting his chin on his left hand. He looked lost in thought.
Japan looked on, perplexed. "Oh, do not concern yourself with gifts! I thought that we could-"
"I am so sorry Japan!" Germany bowed deeply, suddenly, something he never did. Japan's previous euphoria evaporated. Not another... "I… I seem to have a business trip today. I can't believe I forgot to tell you."
"That's fine Germany. You'll at least have breakfast, ne?" asked Japan, his voice slightly strained. His hands behind his back, he crossed his index and middle finger, a good luck charm America had taught him. Please, Germany, begged Japan mentally. Please.
"Ja… I think so. I'm sorry, Hasi. I wish we could spend the whole day together. But my superior…"
Japan sighed with relief. At least this feast of a meal would not be wasted. "Daijobu desu yo. It's fine." Germany sniffed the air.
"Is that… is that ham? Und rolls?"
"Hai. They are your favorite, are they not?" asked Japan. Suddenly, Germany's arms were around him, grasping him tightly. Japan turned red again; he was not used to such emotional reactions yet, not even after 6 months of being with Germany. Japan flinched slightly as he felt something wet on his shoulder.
"I really don't deserve you," said Germany, tears moistening the smaller man's clothing. "I really don't."
Japan felt like laughing. "Ie, you are wrong. It is I who don't deserve you."
Germany started sobbing now. "No… really…."
Japan, confused and touched, did the only thing he could think of. He grabbed Germany's chin, and stood on his toes. His lips met Germany's in a soft, gentle kiss. Germany gasped slightly in his mouth, surprised at Japan's boldness. Japan always let Germany initiate everything, from the smallest act like holding hands, to the most intimate of acts. Germany returned the kiss, hungrily, desperately. The two lovers embraced more tightly, and Germany moaned softly, his tongue brushing against Japan's. For the briefest eternity, both were in bliss. Then Japan jumped back.
"The eggs!" yelped Japan. Almost on cue, the pot containing the soft- boiled eggs (well hard-boiled by now, probably), spilled over, the lid rattling madly. "Oh no!" said Japan, forlorn, as he hastily removed the pot from the heat source. "Now your breakfast is ruined…" he muttered sadly, using a dish towel to wipe down the stove. "Sumimasen."
Germany placed his hand over Japan's, trapping his small hand. He leaned over and kissed Japan on the cheek. "It's perfect," he whispered into Japan's ear. "Just like you."
The men kissed again and again, for what seemed like hours. Germany broke the kiss suddenly, and asked Japan,"Is there anything else cooking?"
"No… the eggs… were the… last of it. But…" Japan answered between kisses, "the food will… get cold."
"That's fine." Germany kissed Japan again, untying Japan's apron strings. "I don't mind at all."
Germany ate breakfast with gusto, muttering praises in his native tongue between bites, his large bib keeping his pressed and starched grey suit pristine. Japan ate only a little, picking at his food. This type of food was a bit heavy for him, and he was still confused about Germany's small emotional breakdown earlier.
"Doitsu-anata… Is everything okay?" queried Japan.
Germany looked up, confused, and perhaps a bit guilty? "Ja… I'm fine," he answered. "Especially with such delicious food!" He skirted, stuffing his mouth to avoid more questions. Suddenly he looked at his watch, swallowed hard, his Adam's apple sticking out comically, and stood up. "Thank you for breakfast!" he said, leaning down to kiss Japan on the forehead. "I have to go now. I'll be back in a few days."
Japan stood up and hugged him. "Be safe. Kimi wa ai shiteru."
Germany smiled sadly. "Thank you. Ich liebe Dich." And with that, Germany took up his suitcase and left, looking back over his shoulder. Japan smiled, waving, as Germany shut the door to Japan's little house. Japan felt uneasy. Why did Germany look so guilty?
Glossary:
Amaterasu: The Japanese goddess of dawn
Furansu-san: France
Mien Liebling: My Darling
Doitsu: Germany
-anata: an honorific reserved for lovers
Ja: Yes
Hasi: My little hare (German endearment)
Daijobu desu yo: Don't worry about it (polite form)
Und: And
Hai: Yes
Ie: No
Sumimasen: I'm sorry
Kimi wa ai shiteru: I love you
Ich liebe Dich: I love you
A/N (part 2): I really hope that wasn't too corny. :/ But seriously, I think this couple is just so adorable. :D What could Germany have done to get Japan so angry? We'll find out soon! Um… please review, and if you do so, please tell me if you prefer longer chapters less often or short chappies like this one and its predecessors more often. You decide how often I update! Again, thanks for reading and HAGS to everyone out of school now, especially seniors! Luckies…