Aiko started crying in the middle of the night. Japan walked over to his crib softly, picking up the newborn and attempting to rock him to sleep. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Japan put the baby in his carrier that laid against his chest and answered it.

"Alfred?"

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"I can't believe I snapped like that," America said.

Japan shook his head. "Everyone gets upset from time to time."

"No, Kiku, this was different. There was some kind of driving force behind the anger; it didn't just happen. Something made me do it. I just don't know what."

Japan set his cup of tea down and stepped in front of America. He attacked him with a kiss on the lips. America didn't kiss back at first, but eventually melted into the kiss, closing his eyes and helping Japan (who obviously wanted to) make their kiss a French one.

Japan pulled away slowly. "I missed you. I missed this."

America nodded. "So did I."

The lights turned on, scaring the hell out of both boys. "Kiku?"