I'm back again, and I come bearing fluff! This is called Late, and in it I do something I'm not really used to: focus more on Yao rather than Kiku! Since I'm a Kiku roleplayer, writing him comes more natural than writing Yao... but I think (hope) I did everyone's favorite Chinese man justice. :)

If I owned Hetalia, there would be no such thing as a hiatus. Enjoy!

It was 2:16 in the morning. Wang Yao was sound asleep (he was arguably the hardest nation to get out of bed once he'd settled in), until a twinge in his stomach forced his eyes open and his body in an upright position. His bladder was beyond full and was threatening to give out.

"Gotta pee," the Chinese man said to himself, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and scuttling to the bathroom, bare feet meeting ancient wooden floors. Tama, Kiku's precious bobtail, wove in between Yao's legs as he stood before the toilet and relieved himself.

"C'mere, itty bitty kitty," he cooed, bending forward and lifting the cat into his arms after washing his hands. "Why aren't you in bed, sleepy head? You always sleep with me and Kiku..." With Tama in tow, Yao walked back to the bedroom with a clear mind and an empty bladder. However, upon reaching their destination, man and cat found Kiku's side of the bed to be empty. Tama let out a small mewl in question.

"I didn't notice Kiku hadn't come to bed... hm. Let's go find him, Tama!" After setting his companion down on the ground, both he and Yao set off to find Kiku. It didn't take them long; a light in the sitting room and a loud, boisterous voice coming out of computer speakers revealed the small Japanese man hovering over his laptop, participating in a video chat with Alfred. Pochi, Kiku's beloved pet dog, slept comfortably in his master's lap. The American on the other end of the call was chatting on and on about something completely pointless, Yao was sure. He had no remorse when it came to interrupting.

As quietly as possible, the elder tiptoed over to where the younger was sitting, leaned in behind him, and simply cleared his throat.

Kiku gasped, turned a dark shade of red, and threw his hands up, effectively waking Pochi from his slumber and sending him off of the couch as he proceeced to run around the room and bark. "Y-Yao!" he exclaimed, breath heavy and head turned toward his lover. "I... I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you earlier, but Al-kun and I had scheduled a webcam session tonight. We have both been busy, but finally found some time, and it worked in his timezone and mine... s-sorry." On the screen, Alfred grinned and waved at the other half of the Asian couple.

"Hey, Yao! Sorry I'm keepin' your boyfriend from ya. I'll give 'em back soon... maybe." Unamused, Yao stuck his middle finger up directly in front of the camera. "Aha, come on, now! Keeks, control him, man!"

Keeks? Yao thought. That pig, giving my Ju Hua a pet name...

"Al-kun, I am afraid I'll have to end our call now. It is late, and I did neglect to inform Yao that we were going to do this..."

"Fine, dude. Whatever you want," Alfred replied to his best friend, good spirit laced through his voice. "I'll text ya and we can do this another time! Sorry 'bout the trouble."

"No need to apologize," Kiku said, "it was my fault... ah, very well. Goodnight, Al-kun."

"Later, Keeks!"

With a click of the mouse, Alfred's face disappeared and Kiku began to shut his laptop down. "I am sorry, Yao... he is very fond of talking to me, for some reason."

"It's alright," Yao responded with a lazy wave of his hand. "I wouldn't have known if I hadn't gotten up to use the bathroom. Aiyaa... now let's get to bed." After stretching and cracking a few joints, the long-haired nation haphazardly flopped onto the couch Kiku was still sitting on, immediately cuddling the other.

"Ah! Yao, what are you doing?!"

"Bed," Yao returned, snaking his arms around Kiku's tiny waist. "Sleep on the couch." His eyes began to droop as he nuzzled the other's shoulder, sighing contentedly as he received the physical contact he desired. It felt good, and Kiku was quickly growing exhausted... so he found himself unable to refuse.

"Fine," he said, "but sit up. Just for a second." When Yao oblidged, Kiku leaned over to the side of the couch and grabbed two throw pillows, setting one behind him to support his back and the other on his lap. "Alright, lie back down and put your head here. We do not want to be sore in the morning."

Yao's smile was so endearing that Kiku couldn't help himself; before he could get settled, the Chinese man was pulled into an equally endearing embrace. "You are so cute," he heard the Japanese man mumble, which caused him to smile even more.

"Thank you, Kiku," he said, placing a kiss on a head of black hair. "You are so cute too. Now, let's sleep." With the smile still on his face, Yao laid himself down with his head on the pillow in Kiku's lap. Kiku rested one gentle hand on Yao's forearm and offered the other to his companion, who took it in both of his own and held it tenderly. After finding a comfortable niche between the wall and the top of the couch for his head to rest, Kiku's eyes fell closed.

"Goodnight, Yao. I love you."

"Goodnight, Kiku. I love you too."

Cuuuuuute.

Ju Hua - "chrysanthemum" in Mandarin. Double cute.

I might write a little sequel to this. Actually, I'll definitely write a little sequel to this. Look for that very soon.

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