I bet no one saw this coming! A sequel to Frilly Panties; OooooOOoooo *pauses for applause* Thank you, you're far too kind. Anyways, here's the ending! (Although maybe if you guys want I'll consider writing a third chapter where they play with the things in Japan's closet *wink*)
It had been nearly three months since Japan had discovered America and Canada in his room; going through his things.
It was autumn now, and the Japanese nation still wondered what they had been doing that day. Canada had promised to tell him eventually, but that didn't do much to settle his frazzled nerves.
A leaf crunched under his foot as he stepped out of the American airport. He hadn't told America that he was coming; he wanted to have the element of surprise.
If no one would tell him what had been going on that day, Japan was determined to figure it out on his own.
He checked his map again; he had circled the location of Alfred's house in bright pink marker. Kiku was thankful for how close his friend's home was to the airport; even though it was probably his boss' doing.
The walk was a brisk one; just five blocks. As he approached the house, the black-haired nation immediately recognized it. He and several other countries had gathered here last year to watch scary movies together.
He cautiously tip-toed up the steps; on guard for America or any other nations that may happen to see him. He gave a swift rap to the door and waited a moment.
Japan stood as still as a statue and focused on deciphering any sounds from inside the house. After waiting a minute to see if anyone was home, he deemed the coast to be clear.
Now he was faced with the next step, "How do I get in…?"
His friend was quite scatter-brained; perhaps there was a window unlocked somewhere. Japan wandered around the back of the house and was pleased to find that the American had forgotten to lock his back door.
Good thing he was breaking in and not some criminal. He locked the door behind him to prevent someone else from coming in.
Steps one and two were out of the way, and now Japan was faced with the greatest roadblock; he didn't even know what he was here to find. Japan frowned; he had been so caught in the moment that he hadn't really thought this far ahead.
Well, whatever America had taken must have had a great deal of meaning to him, yes? So, all Japan would have to do was find where the American kept his favorite things or valuables! Yes; that made perfect sense. Perhaps he had forgotten to return something to America and America had come to retrieve it that day.
"But, where would America-san hide important things at?" Japan tapped his index finger against his chin in concentration. The other nation had to have some sort of safe or secret drawer somewhere.
Japan spotted the stairs. His bedroom would be the first good place to look. The black haired nation retreated up the steps, glancing around for anything he recognized as his own on the way up.
Upon reaching the top of the steps, he opened the first door he spotted in the hall. This house of America's had a modern feel to it. This room appeared to be an office; Japan closed it and moved to the next door.
A bathroom with a few articles of clothing littered across the room. He frowned and closed that door as well. "So messy," he scolded the American as if he were there.
The next room was a bedroom, but it was scarcely decorated, so it had to be the guest room.
Finally, Japan opened the door to what had to be America's bedroom. The room was certainly...patriotic. Not to mention messy; clothing littered the floor and the room reeked of fast food.
Japan grimaced and stepped into the room. He had seen much worse, but still. Japan stepped over to his friend's dresser and opened the top drawer first. It was his underwear drawer. Japan blushed, "I'm sorry for touching your undergarments."
He dug his hand through the clothing and his hand brushed against something that did not feel like the soft cloth of underwear.
He grabbed it and pulled it up; blushing at the cover. There were two people being suspended in the air by a huge purple tentacle monster. The boy and girl on the cover were both half-clothed. America had hentai in his drawer. From what Japan could feel, he had a decent amount of pornographic videos in his drawer.
He slipped the case back underneath the underwear and giggled to himself. He dug through the other side of the drawer and felt a different material. He pulled them out victoriously and stretched them between his hands. America owned a pair of red, laced underwear. Japan found himself wondering if he wore them. Did he prance around the house in them? Japan got a mental image and slapped himself; his face bright red. "Get a hold of yourself." He scolded himself.
After checking the other dresser drawers, Kiku failed to find anything else of interest.
He surveyed the room with a hard gaze. He decided to check under his bed next. Kiku knelt down and felt around under the bed. He grabbed ahold of a fabric from under the bed. Kiku looked at it in shock. A pair of maple leaf boxers. Was America doing things with his brother? Japan frowned and gripped at his chest. For some reason, breathing was difficult. His mind felt clouded.
Was he turned on by the idea of-? He didn't even want to finish his own thoughts. Japan suddenly felt himself heat up on the inside. Not in a pleased way; more of...
Rage? Japan blinked. It wasn't often he actually felt himself get this worked up. How odd. He shook his head and shrugged it off; maybe he just felt weird creeping around in America's room.
Japan moved over to America's nightstand next. Well; one of them. Perched atop the nightstand was a picture of him and Alfred together. Alfred had his arm slung around Kiku's shoulder while Kiku had a small smile across his face. Japan smiled fondly at the memory. He opened the top drawer of the left nightstand and peered inside.
There was a pink tube of something. Japan lifted it up between his thumb and index finger; holding it as if it was radioactive. "Cupcake-scented lubricant..." He read from the bottle and blushed. So, America really liked cupcakes that much? Feeling mischievous, Kiku flipped open the lid and took a sniff. It actually smelled delicious. He'd have to get some of that. He set it aside and rustled through the drawer.
He pulled out a couple of hand-held game systems along with game cartridges and set them aside as well. After he moved various other small items out of the way, his hand brushed against a magazine of some sort.
He cautiously gripped the item and pulled it up. It was a booklet. "Why would America-san have a-?" He glanced at the cover.
Kiku gasped and gripped the pamphlet; staring at it in horror. It was a travel brochure. A travel brochure for Japan. Pictures of a country's landscapes were essentially porn. But only for nations; as humans didn't seem to be affected.
His best friend had a booklet of him. A pornographic booklet.
Japan shook his head, "Maybe it's just a mistake." There was no way. His heart was thumping furiously in his chest. After he placed everything back in the drawer, he slowly rose to his feet. His mind was spinning; a flurry of questions without answers. Nothing but speculation.
He tried to hold himself together as he went over to the other nightstand. Truth be told, he was quite frightened by what he might find. As he knelt down in front of the table, he glanced over at America's bed to distract himself. A pair of bacon boxers were lying wrinkled on the patriotic bedspread. Japan felt himself lighten a little and chuckled as he thought of America actually wearing those.
His body exposed; Alfred squirming, wearing nothing but those boxers. Kiku could see that tone, tan body...
Japan felt his face get red and his eyes became saucers. "What is wrong with me?!" Japan gripped his knees and bent over them. He could actually feel that his little daydream had made him more than a little hot and bothered.
"I need to go home after I check this last drawer," Japan grit his teeth and pulled it out. He peered into the opening and he swore he felt his heart stop.
With shaking hands, he held up a pair of underwear. A certain pair of underwear he hadn't seen for quite some time. He grabbed the second pair from the drawer as well and simply stared at them. One pair of laced blue underwear, and one pair of orange, cutesy boxers. He looked at the tags in the inside just to be sure. Small. He was positive America didn't wear a size small in anything.
He hadn't seen either pair for at least two months. Japan had figured they had gotten lost in the laundry or something.
Suddenly, that warm summer day almost three months ago made sense.
His so-called 'friend' had broken into his home to steal his undergarments. Japan was overcome with emotions; he didn't know whether it was appropriate to laugh or cry. Maybe a little of both? Or perhaps screaming?
Most of all, he was confused. He had done way more thinking than he planned on doing while on this 'mission'. It just didn't make sense for Alfred to steal his underwear. He wanted to ask him. He supposed he'd have to do just that. Japan picked up his underwear and held them in an iron grip. His mind was in a faraway place as he put everything else away and came down the steps.
Whether by good luck or bad; coincidence or fate, America was standing in his house. He was inspecting his back door with a perplexed look. "I swear I left this unlocked."
The sound of creaking steps reached his ears and he spun around; fists in the air. He took a fighting stance and growled, "Who's there? Show yourself!"
Japan recognized that voice. He snapped out of his stupor and down the remaining steps. America relaxed when he saw a familiar face emerge from upstairs. He stepped over to him and smiled, "Sup, what brings you here?"
America seemed to notice Japan's sour mood and cocked his head in curiosity. "Hey, what's wrong-?"
The sunny blonde froze as Japan held up a trembling fist. He gave a nervous chuckle, "D-dude, what's with the, uh, underwear?"
"Why did you have these?" Japan glared. America began studying the interesting wooden planks of his floor. "Why," Japan stepped closer and furrowed his eyebrows. "Why did you do this? When America struggled to produce a coherent word, Japan spoke louder, "Tell me why you did this!" He demanded.
America fumbled his right hand through his hair and let out a defeated sigh. "Because..." He chewed his bottom lip and tangled his fingers together. Kiku fixed a menacing glare upon Alfred; who grew even more uncomfortable under the scrutinizing gaze. If the American wasn't nervous before, he was sweating bullets at this point. Alfred grit his teeth and sucked in a deep breath.
"I like you..."
Japan had to strain to hear America's timid, whispered confession. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish before settling into an unpleasant silence. The stillness shattered when America sniffled and sunk to the floor; covering his face. "I'm sorry," Alfred muttered as tears began rolling down his face. "Please don't hate me. Please," he begged. "It'd k-kill me if y-you hated me..." Alfred begged through the sobs that wracked his body.
Japan eyed him with a tinge of pity. Then, he knelt down in front of him and painstakingly reached out to pull America into an embrace. He perceived that America smelled of oranges, fast food, and meadows. As strange as the mixture was, it was shockingly pleasant. It made Kiku's mind dizzy with desire. "I don't hate you," Kiku murmured. "I just don't understand why you'd steal my underwear..."
"I'm sorry!" America sobbed, latching onto Japan. The blonde clutched Japan impossibly tight to his chest. The sensation of Kiku so close was intoxicating. "I... It was a stupid idea," he craned his neck to bury his face in Japan's shoulder. Kiku's airy fragrance was so soothing to him; he smelled of cherry blossoms and green tea.
"It was," Japan agreed with a nod and a tiny smile. He was fuming a moment ago, but America just... calmed him somehow. His very presence relaxed him. Yet, at the same time, he also caused his stomach to whirl and his heart rate to increase.
"I wanted to have something of yours, ya know?" He sniffed and wiped the stray tears from his face. "And France, well, he gave me the idea of taking your underwear."
Japan opened his mouth to scold him for listening to France, of all people, but America beat him to it. "I know, I know; don't take advice from France. But it sounded fun. I figured I'd have a memento to think of you with..."
Kiku concentrated on listening with his eyes closed, rubbing Alfred's back to comfort him. The last sentence his friend uttered struck him and he froze. "What do you mean to 'think of me'?"
America stiffened again and pulled at Japan's shirt, "Because I knew you'd never like me the way I like you. I knew I'd never be with you!"
Kiku's eyes snapped open. He could feel the rigorous beating of Alfred's heart, and he felt his own doing the same. "Alfred-san," he pulled away from America and looked up at the taller nation. Alfred shamefully met his gaze, tears threatening to spill from his eyes once more. America thought for sure that this was the end. Japan would hate him and he'd be ridiculed by everyone. Japan would never speak to him again. He'd never get to cradle Kiku in his arms and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Alfred jammed his eyes shut as another sob swept through his body. He whimpered and raked his fingernails across the floor.
"Alfred-san," Japan repeated in a far gentler tone. "I have a confession as well." The raven-haired nation could sense his face becoming pink. America had perked up and was now observing him intently as he awaited the next sentence. Stray sniffles and sobs escaped his mouth still. Japan couldn't help but picture America as anything other than a puppy. He was so innocent and endearing.
"I like you as well," Kiku paused and placed a hand over one of Alfred's. "I like you more than a friend."
America was in awe of how soft and tiny the other man's hands were. They were almost half the size of his!
Alfred swore his eyes popped out of his head. Snot dribbled down his face and he lifted his shirt to rub it away. He expected Japan to be disgusted, but he tilted his head in an angelic way and his lips curled in an amused simper. America stared back; star-struck by just how beautiful the other was. Then, Japan tittered and reached up a hand to conceal the sound. The blonde felt his heart leap and flutter; Japan had giggled! And it was the most intoxicatingly adorable thing he had ever seen or heard. America beamed, "That was so cute! I wish you'd laugh more often."
Japan flushed, "T-thank you, but you're cuter." Neither of them could even believe Japan had actually said that. There was a pregnant pause until America piped up.
"Okay, but you're way cuter!" He countered, picking up Japan's hands. "Even your hands are cute!" America locked their fingers together and then undid them, analyzing the smaller hands. They felt of silk and looked like untouched porcelain, just like the rest of Kiku. He held up Japan's hands to his mouth and planted a tender kiss upon each one. "See?" He set the other man's hands down. "Super cute."
Japan's face burned, "A-ah, I see." He thought for a moment and looked back up at America's pleased, twinkling eyes. "Hold still."
Japan exhaled a deep breath and leaned forward; reaching up to hook his arms around America's neck. He pulled him down and connected their lips after a moment of hesitation. America gasped and pushed his mouth against Japan's, tilting his head for better access. Alfred pushed Kiku down with their lips still connected. When he pulled away, a string of spit joined their lips before it broke apart.
The two observed each other's faces and America brushed some of Japan's bangs from his face. He stroked Kiku's hair, "You're so beautiful..."
Japan smiled, bewitched by those sky-blue eyes. "S-so are you."
America's face grew red and hot; he leaned down over Kiku again. Alfred got as close as he could without squishing the other and used his elbows to hold himself up. He delivered a chaste kiss to Kiku's lips before moving his mouth down to to suck on Kiku's neck. Japan puffed out a tiny mewl in response and threaded his hands through America's blonde mane.
Alfred nibbled at the reddish mark he created on the pale skin of Kiku's neck. Japan yelped and his hips twitched upwards, thrusting against America's pelvis. America licked Japan's neck before gripping his ear between his teeth. Japan wiggled and gave a small moan at the treatment. Alfred's senses were on fire; he lowered his hips and ground them against Kiku's. The black-haired nation's head shot back to expose his neck further.
America moaned, he felt pants growing tighter with arousal. He moved back to kissing Japan's lips as he was now satisfied with the large hickey he had created. Japan was suddenly aware of how hard he was and pulled away from the passionate kissing and hip rutting. He knew quite well what would happen if he didn't pull away.
America spluttered, "I-I'm sorry! What's wrong?"
Japan blushed and sat up as he removed himself out from under America. "N-nothing," he shuffled and stiffened. He strategically placed his arms to hide the tent in his pants, but not before Alfred caught sight of it. America's cheeks lit up and he smiled. So, he wasn't doing anything wrong at all. He drew his legs up to hide his own erection.
"So," America began. "Um, why did you stop?"
Japan looked away, "I don't want to rush this."
America's eyes brightened and his eyebrows shot up, "Y-you mean, rush us?" He gestured between them with his hands and pushed his glasses back into place.
Japan nodded, "I think I have been, um, denying my feelings for you for a long time..."
America laughed; a sweet melodic sound that was so unlike his usual boorish one, "Same!" He gently tugged Japan towards him for a hug and pecked him on the cheek.
"I'm going to go take a shower," America glanced down at his lap. "And take care of this. Want to spend the night?"
"Hai," Japan paused. "If you clean your room."
America sprung up and ran towards the steps, "Okay!"
Japan followed America up the steps and stopped him in front of the door to his bathroom. "Wait," he grabbed his hand. "Y-you can keep these here." Japan placed his undergarments into America's hand before scurrying away.
Japan rushed down the steps to the other bathroom to shower and relieve himself as well.
Later, Alfred wasted no time in tidying up his room to ensure that Kiku would sleep over. Although Kiku was hesitant to share the same bed at first, he found himself relaxing in Alfred's grip. They fell asleep buried under the covers while clinging to each other.