On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Japan sighed, leaning backwards in his chair and ran delicate fingers through his soft dark hair. Numbers swirled through his brain as he struggled to make sense of what had happened to his economy as all the facts pointed to only one solution: He had to stop flying out to see Greece for a while, just until his economy recovered sufficiently. Ten days should be enough he hoped, as since he had first expressed his feelings, and like always a faint pink blush covered his cheeks at the thought of his Grecian lover; they had never been apart for longer than a week.
The first three days hadn't been so hard; work had sufficiently distracted him from calling Greece. On the fourth day he was cleaning the house as on the fifth day his family arrived just like they always did this time of year, and the sixth day was spent cleaning again.
But on the seventh day, nothing was available to distract him from his thoughts. All he could think about was Herakles' body; statues by the finest sculptures in all of Greece did him no justice. It took all of Kiku's willpower to not run to the airport and get on the first flight to Greece. Longing to touch the warm, honey scented skin and to be held in his protective arms coursed through Kiku, leaving him trembling.
On the eighth day all he could think about was the Greek nation's quirks. His adoration of cats was an obvious one, as he wished to see the man's talented fingers reduce a cat to a warm, furry blissed out pool of fur in a matter of moments. He also wished to see Herakles create beauty and wonder with his hands: tall sturdy buildings that could last for an age, down to a tiny delicate glass carving that looked like it would break if you breathed on it.
The ninth day was the worst as his answer machine malfunctioned and all of Herakles messages began to play startling Kiku out of an uneasy sleep. His lover's sleepy yet worried voice echoed around Japan's suddenly very empty house and haunted him. Japan missed Greece and it felt like every second that he didn't see the taller man caused his heart to crack even further.
"Merry Christmas Kiku," came the quiet slow statement of Greece as he watched Japan's eyes flutter open and immediately focus on him. With a wordless cry and with an uncharacteristic display of emotion, Japan jumped at Greece wrapping his arms around the other as if he would disappear the second that Kiku let go.
"I know," Greece said in his customary slow, measured way, "That you're worried about your economy. So I brought you hens for Christmas so at least you won't have to pay more for eggs."
Japan only pressed his lips desperately to Greece's own, letting all of the love and affection and longing that he couldn't tell the other pour into it.
"They're French hens though," Greece added as an afterthought once they broke apart.
"I don't mind Herakles. Thank you. I will never do something like this again."
"Love you Kiku."
"Love you too Herakles."
…Three French hens
I think this one has bumped the rating up a bit. Sorry if the last one was a bit naff, I had some rather... depressing yet happy news yesterday and it messed up my ability to write.