Title: Surprise

Disclaimer: Don't own Hetalia
Rating: K+
Genre: Fluff/ some romance
Pairings: Giripan, implied GerIta

As soon as Japan opened the door to his house, he was eternally grateful for the familiar four walls. As host of the most recent meeting, which ended today and finally gave him a break from the antics of the other nations, he couldn't wait to loose himself in a good book, some salted fish, and a comfy couch.

The one thing that slightly disappointed him was Greece's lack of showing up to the meeting. Seeing Italy and Germany was great, they were his two closest friends, but Greece was ... different. Not having those green eyes either closed with content, looking off into space, or focused on himself made the meeting slightly lonelier.

But Japan had presentations to organize so he couldn't afford too much time on the thoughts, despite them still lingering in the back of his head the entire meeting. With Italy distracting Germany by kissing the blond every time he opened his mouth, a couple that Japan shipped since WWII, the other nations depended on him to get stuff done. At least until America took over, which happened a few minutes after he began talking. But now that that stuff was over with, a nap sounded nice.

He has been spending too much time with Greece.

After taking off his shoes and loosening his tie, Japan turned the corner into his main room to find the man of this thoughts unconscious on his couch.

Worry broke his neutral expression as Japan raced towards the side of the sofa, berating himself the entire time for not calling Greece to see if he was ok. He crouched by the man's side and immediately placed two fingers beneath his jaw for a pulse and ignored the warm feeling of the skin to skin contact. A steady, light thump-thump eased Japan's worry some, but just to be safe, he also decided to test Greece's breathing.

Standing back up, Japan carefully positioned his ear above Greece's slightly parted mouth, hyperaware of how close he was to the brunet. He took a gulp of air to steady his frazzled nerves just at the time that a soft puff of air caressed his ear.

Good, so Greece was still well and breathing. And most certainly not dead...

But some warm, wet thing quickly trailed from the lobe of his ear to the tip. Japan let out a squeak and was positive his face was as red as the rising sun, pulling away from the foreign object that defiled his sensitive ear.

He straitened to look into the unmoving, innocent face of Greece: mouth slightly parted, eyes scrunched slightly at the edges, and brown bangs just barely covering his eyebrows. He looked exactly how he looked ten seconds ago.

But Japan knew better, as soon as he would turn his back, Greece's mouth would twitch upward in a small, satisfactory smile. And as he left the room to grab Greece a blanket, he turned around to see that miniature curve that gave him butterflies. He would never blame Greece for his odd quirks.

Surprising Japan was just something his boyfriend liked to do.