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heroescutiesThis oneshot is the second in a multi-part collection called "A Little Piece of You" focusing on couples and an item of clothing shared between the two.
Title: A Little Piece of You (2/?): Comfort
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Romance/FLUFF
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Greece/Japan
Word Count: 1,213
Summary: Japan realized he was clad in nothing more than one of Greece’s white t-shirts. This, on the other hand, was new.
He had been woken up by the rain, the soft patter of it on the rooftop just enough to stir him from his sleep. Japan rubbed at his eyes and started to roll on the fluffy bed in hopes of drifting back off, when his mind registered two things. One, Greece was next to him and rather close. Even though it had become a bit of a common occurrence to wake up next to the other country, Japan still got extremely flustered at the mere idea of waking up in bed with him.
Second, and almost groggily so, Japan realized he was clad in nothing more than one of Greece’s white t-shirts. This, on the other hand, was new. Shyly, he sat up and picked at the edges of the shirt; the large width of the shirt shifting as he moved and sliding off to allow one of his shoulders to peek out.
Japan let out an embarrassed squeak, hastily tugging the shoulder of the shirt back up and bowing to the cat that was staring at him from the end of the bed.
“S-Sorry about that, neko-san!”
The cat mewed and snuggled back into the comforters, unfazed by Japan’s outburst. Greece, of course, slept right through it. Sometimes, Japan thought the other country could sleep through a tsunami.
Tentatively, Japan swung his legs out from under the covers and sat on the edge of the bed. He blushed as he looked down at the shirt he was wearing again, vaguely remembering that he hadn’t planned on staying the night and that Greece had offered it to him after they’d…
Japan’s blush intensified and he buried his face in his hands. Someday, he wouldn’t get flustered over the idea of having sex. Someday.
Figuring a nice cup of tea would soothe his nerves; Japan sat his feet onto the ground and tugged the shirt down as best he could to cover his legs. He felt a bit awkward, walking through Greece’s house in nothing more than a t-shirt; but he knew America had spoken of doing the same before at England’s house and figured that there was a first time for everything.
Plus, there was just something about the comfortable and relaxed feeling of Greece’s home that always made Japan a little more daring than usual. Even if that daringness was currently limited to walking through Greece’s house in the middle of the night wearing a shirt several sizes too large for him.
Starting at a furry brush against his bare leg, Japan paused and reached out to pet the cat. “I’m sorry for the scare, neko-san. You just startled me, that’s all.”
The cat purred as Japan rubbed its ears and he felt a smile tugging at his lips. Everything about Greece- his home, the perpetual cats, and even the scent of him lingering on his shirt, seemed to calm Japan.
Much calmer, but figuring he was already most of the way there, Japan walked into the kitchen. He reached into the cabinet that Greece kept all his imported Japanese food products in and pulled out his favorite blend of green tea. Setting that aside, he rummaged in another part of the kitchen before unearthing a tea set; setting the cup aside as he prepared boiled water in the teapot.
The clatter of the teapot reaching a boil drew Japan’s attention long before the footsteps from the hallway did. And it wasn’t until he was at the counter pouring his cup of tea when he felt the warm arms circle his waist.
Japan started and Greece’s sleepy voice tickled at his ear. “Hey, you okay?”
The tension eased out of Japan’s shoulders and he found himself unconsciously leaning back into Greece’s embrace. “Sorry for worrying you, Greece-san. I was woken up by the rain and thought tea might ease me back into sleep.”
A hand lazily trailed up Japan’s side, catching a bit at the cotton fabric of the t-shirt and coming to rest over Japan’s heart.
“Mhm. Got woken up by the cats myself. They noticed you leave the bed and decided to take your place.”
“O-Oh.”
Greece let his hand drift back to Japan’s waist, absently toying with the shirt’s fabric. “…I-Is it comfortable?”
Turning his head a bit to try and figure out what he was asking about, Japan caught the light tinge of a blush on Greece’s face and had to smile a bit to himself. “Comfortable?”
Nodding, the Mediterranean country mumbled, “My shirt. Is it okay?”
Japan maneuvered himself in Greece’s hold, turning around to face him. There was something about him, and only him, that made Japan feel rather bold in situations where he’d usually be a stammering mess. Reaching up, he brushed his hand against Greece’s cheek.
“It’s just fine, Greece-san. I thank you again for loaning it to me in the absence of bringing my own night attire.”
Groggily, Greece smiled back and leaned his forehead down against Japan’s. “You…uhm…you look cute in it.”
Japan flushed right to his ears, and he buried his face into Greece’s chest. “G-Greece-san!”
He chuckled; but it was warm, reassuring, and kind. “You can keep it, to sleep in, if you want.”
Japan felt the cool breeze tickling his bare legs. Normally, the idea of sleeping in nothing more than a t-shirt would never cross his mind. But with this shirt- worn and loved and scented like sea breezes and olive groves and cats- Japan found that he rather liked the idea of having it. He nodded, and feeling impolite for not asking sooner, he spoke up.
“I’m sorry for not making you a cup. Would you like some tea as well, Greece-san?”
“Sure.”
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The two returned to the bedroom, cups in hand, and Greece shooed the massive pile of cats from the bed so they could climb back in it. Once settled, leaning back against the headboard, Greece languidly wrapped an arm around Japan’s waist. The rainfall outside was quieter now, almost soothing. Much like Greece-san is, Japan thought to himself as he sipped his tea. He makes me feel so at peace; not old or uncomfortable or afraid to do something a bit…new.
And with that last thought in his mind, Japan set aside his teacup and leaned over to kiss Greece full on the mouth. The other country started at first, pulling back with a timid smile. Japan bit his lip and looked up at him through the fringe of his bangs.
“I know this is terribly rude of me to ask. And if you don’t want to, that’s completely all right, I’m very sorry for asking! But, I was thinking that since we’re both awake…” He wrung his hands into the shirt he was wearing - Greece-san’s shirt- and felt that little tug of happiness at his heart. “We might…might…”
Greece’s face lit up and he finished the sentence for him. “You want to have sex again, Japan?”
Japan flushed- he really needed to get over this habit - and nodded. Greece just smiled; setting aside his teacup and starting to tug the shirt off over Japan’s head.
And even if he would normally feel all kinds of awkward being this bare and exposed, somehow with Greece, Japan just felt nothing but loved.
Title: A Little Piece of You (2/?): Comfort
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Romance/FLUFF
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Greece/Japan
Word Count: 1,213
Summary: Japan realized he was clad in nothing more than one of Greece’s white t-shirts. This, on the other hand, was new.
He had been woken up by the rain, the soft patter of it on the rooftop just enough to stir him from his sleep. Japan rubbed at his eyes and started to roll on the fluffy bed in hopes of drifting back off, when his mind registered two things. One, Greece was next to him and rather close. Even though it had become a bit of a common occurrence to wake up next to the other country, Japan still got extremely flustered at the mere idea of waking up in bed with him.
Second, and almost groggily so, Japan realized he was clad in nothing more than one of Greece’s white t-shirts. This, on the other hand, was new. Shyly, he sat up and picked at the edges of the shirt; the large width of the shirt shifting as he moved and sliding off to allow one of his shoulders to peek out.
Japan let out an embarrassed squeak, hastily tugging the shoulder of the shirt back up and bowing to the cat that was staring at him from the end of the bed.
“S-Sorry about that, neko-san!”
The cat mewed and snuggled back into the comforters, unfazed by Japan’s outburst. Greece, of course, slept right through it. Sometimes, Japan thought the other country could sleep through a tsunami.
Tentatively, Japan swung his legs out from under the covers and sat on the edge of the bed. He blushed as he looked down at the shirt he was wearing again, vaguely remembering that he hadn’t planned on staying the night and that Greece had offered it to him after they’d…
Japan’s blush intensified and he buried his face in his hands. Someday, he wouldn’t get flustered over the idea of having sex. Someday.
Figuring a nice cup of tea would soothe his nerves; Japan sat his feet onto the ground and tugged the shirt down as best he could to cover his legs. He felt a bit awkward, walking through Greece’s house in nothing more than a t-shirt; but he knew America had spoken of doing the same before at England’s house and figured that there was a first time for everything.
Plus, there was just something about the comfortable and relaxed feeling of Greece’s home that always made Japan a little more daring than usual. Even if that daringness was currently limited to walking through Greece’s house in the middle of the night wearing a shirt several sizes too large for him.
Starting at a furry brush against his bare leg, Japan paused and reached out to pet the cat. “I’m sorry for the scare, neko-san. You just startled me, that’s all.”
The cat purred as Japan rubbed its ears and he felt a smile tugging at his lips. Everything about Greece- his home, the perpetual cats, and even the scent of him lingering on his shirt, seemed to calm Japan.
Much calmer, but figuring he was already most of the way there, Japan walked into the kitchen. He reached into the cabinet that Greece kept all his imported Japanese food products in and pulled out his favorite blend of green tea. Setting that aside, he rummaged in another part of the kitchen before unearthing a tea set; setting the cup aside as he prepared boiled water in the teapot.
The clatter of the teapot reaching a boil drew Japan’s attention long before the footsteps from the hallway did. And it wasn’t until he was at the counter pouring his cup of tea when he felt the warm arms circle his waist.
Japan started and Greece’s sleepy voice tickled at his ear. “Hey, you okay?”
The tension eased out of Japan’s shoulders and he found himself unconsciously leaning back into Greece’s embrace. “Sorry for worrying you, Greece-san. I was woken up by the rain and thought tea might ease me back into sleep.”
A hand lazily trailed up Japan’s side, catching a bit at the cotton fabric of the t-shirt and coming to rest over Japan’s heart.
“Mhm. Got woken up by the cats myself. They noticed you leave the bed and decided to take your place.”
“O-Oh.”
Greece let his hand drift back to Japan’s waist, absently toying with the shirt’s fabric. “…I-Is it comfortable?”
Turning his head a bit to try and figure out what he was asking about, Japan caught the light tinge of a blush on Greece’s face and had to smile a bit to himself. “Comfortable?”
Nodding, the Mediterranean country mumbled, “My shirt. Is it okay?”
Japan maneuvered himself in Greece’s hold, turning around to face him. There was something about him, and only him, that made Japan feel rather bold in situations where he’d usually be a stammering mess. Reaching up, he brushed his hand against Greece’s cheek.
“It’s just fine, Greece-san. I thank you again for loaning it to me in the absence of bringing my own night attire.”
Groggily, Greece smiled back and leaned his forehead down against Japan’s. “You…uhm…you look cute in it.”
Japan flushed right to his ears, and he buried his face into Greece’s chest. “G-Greece-san!”
He chuckled; but it was warm, reassuring, and kind. “You can keep it, to sleep in, if you want.”
Japan felt the cool breeze tickling his bare legs. Normally, the idea of sleeping in nothing more than a t-shirt would never cross his mind. But with this shirt- worn and loved and scented like sea breezes and olive groves and cats- Japan found that he rather liked the idea of having it. He nodded, and feeling impolite for not asking sooner, he spoke up.
“I’m sorry for not making you a cup. Would you like some tea as well, Greece-san?”
“Sure.”
---------------------------
The two returned to the bedroom, cups in hand, and Greece shooed the massive pile of cats from the bed so they could climb back in it. Once settled, leaning back against the headboard, Greece languidly wrapped an arm around Japan’s waist. The rainfall outside was quieter now, almost soothing. Much like Greece-san is, Japan thought to himself as he sipped his tea. He makes me feel so at peace; not old or uncomfortable or afraid to do something a bit…new.
And with that last thought in his mind, Japan set aside his teacup and leaned over to kiss Greece full on the mouth. The other country started at first, pulling back with a timid smile. Japan bit his lip and looked up at him through the fringe of his bangs.
“I know this is terribly rude of me to ask. And if you don’t want to, that’s completely all right, I’m very sorry for asking! But, I was thinking that since we’re both awake…” He wrung his hands into the shirt he was wearing - Greece-san’s shirt- and felt that little tug of happiness at his heart. “We might…might…”
Greece’s face lit up and he finished the sentence for him. “You want to have sex again, Japan?”
Japan flushed- he really needed to get over this habit - and nodded. Greece just smiled; setting aside his teacup and starting to tug the shirt off over Japan’s head.
And even if he would normally feel all kinds of awkward being this bare and exposed, somehow with Greece, Japan just felt nothing but loved.
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