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Ameripan: Cliche and Love~

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“What about having them get married and then they'd--”

“Dame.”

“HAHAHAHA!! Okay okay, then how about he's a secret agent, and then the other finds out and--”

“Dame.”

“NO, THIS THEN!!! They're on a romantic cruise, just the two of them, and--”

“--Dame.”

“Come ON Japan, dude! You shoot down all my killer ideas! Why'd you even ask me for hero story ideas if you hate them all???”

Japan sighed. America was indeed right: why had he asked his innocent boyfriend about something so trivial? Then again, he was the one that initiated all their sexual acts with each other, so he wasn't completely devoid of mature, or rather intimate, ideas in that brain of his.

“Werl, it wourldn't be so bad...it's just...I rearly want this to be speciarl, or rather, unique. It needs to be creative so it'rl be perfect. Being too criche wirl make it not very good.”

America pouted, puffing his cheeks out a bit as he leaned to the side, resting his elbow on Japan's kotatsu table. “Ffffiiiiiiiiiine. You're too picky as it is anyways...even with groceries!” he despaired just thinking back to their last outing together to grab necessary essentials for them to eat. Whenever he tried to throw in everything he wanted them to buy and eat, Japan insisted that they sort it all out and consider what they are buying. Even going so far as categorizing it out – For the American, he just bought whatever looked good and didn't mind if almost all of it was junk food. It got him through the winter, didn't it?

Japan chuckled, and lifted his head from his notes to eye America softly. “You wirl understand someday perhaps America-san.”

The American pouted, then scoffed a little, still pouting. “I still think you're too picky...”

His black bangs swished a little to the side as he turned to put his extra paper and pens away in his briefcase holder for such projects. “America-san...the probrem with you is that you're too impatient and hurried. You shourld rearn to srow down once in a whirle. Take time to keep your food organized and you might find to be eating a bit hearlthier.”

America knew Japan meant well, but he was still a little offended by the simple fact of his earlier comment that he chose not to react to, but now he couldn't hold back. “You know, our love story might be cliché too, but it doesn't make it any less 'perfect' if you ask me...”

Confused, the Japanese man turned to regard America quizzically. “I never said our story wasn't perfect, America-san.”

America pouted in annoyance, his cheeks still puffed out a bit. “Well, that's not what you said a few minutes ago, before my groceries comment. YOU said that it 'had to be perfect and not cliché', but we were best friends before we got together. How is that not considered cliché too? Do you wish ours was more 'interesting' or something? Do you not like how I confessed and stuff?”

Japan stared at America with wide eyes a bit, alarmed and caught off guard. “...America-san, prease, you know I have no probrem when it comes to rearlity being criche, and it WAS rather romantic. Demo, it's a bit different in a manga or story one is writing for business purposes, because--”

“--I demand an apology!” America was sitting up now with arms crossed, defiant.

Japan stared at his lover incredulously, seeing how the adult, child'ish, and innocent happy-go-lucky American in front of him was clearly upset and acting like a little kid, but he couldn't exactly fathom why. “But America-san, there is nothing to aporogize for....I never said there was anything wrong with how we ferl in rove. It is mererly business I am referring to, as no one wants to keep reading the same kind of scenario over and over again, and--”

“--so you DO find our 'love story' boring, and apparently not 'serious business.' Do you not take us seriously Japan man?”

The Japanese man despaired watching how much more upset his lover was becoming by the second, and just as he was going to apologize, America suddenly stood up and announced, “Dude, I'm gonna go for a quick walk.” And marched out the door before he could stop him.

He sighed and watched him go, thinking of calling out to him but knowing he needed a moment to think about what just happened himself. What had he done wrong...? He was being honest about his job, and it somehow resulted in America marching out his door for a breath of fresh air, something he RARELY ever did when he was visiting with Japan unless if he went with him. ...Maybe I'rl ask Itari-kun for advice, seeing how Doitsu-san rarely has time to talk outside of work during the winter. He picked up his cell phone and started to dial Italy's phone number, reassured by the fact his friend was almost never too busy to chat.

* * *

America kicked a clot of dirt and watched it go flying over a foot in front of him, biting his lower lip. “Man...Japan can be so mean when he gets down to work on that stupid manga stuff. I knew I should've waited to come over until he was finished meeting his quota for the month, but...I really wanted to see him...” He sighed and stopped walking when he got to a bridge overlooking a zen Japanese garden. The koi were swimming around slowly underneath the middle of the bridge, their colors seeming to make a small whirlpool as they all huddled together for warmth. “...I mean, the more I think about it, I'm sure he probably didn't mean it that way, but it still puts me in the pits.”

It now occurred to him that he may have been reading too much into things, but it was aggravating as h*ll! Japan hadn't been making much time for him even though he knew work came first for that persistent man, but it still made him feel as though the relationship wasn't a priority at all, at least, not for Japan.

He let out another heavy sigh, watching how the fish hoped for some fresh kibble from him. “Sorry dudes, I don't have anything for ya today.” Just as he was about to keep walking, his phone rang. One sound of the song playing from his ringtone was enough for him to know that it was England, but with an almost depressed sigh, he pulled out his phone and observed how the screen flickered on and off with each ring, the name “Iggy Kirkland” flashing at him, until it finally died down. “I didn't feel like talking to him anywa--” He almost jumped out of his skin as he felt it ring again, staring down at it with surprise – England NEVER called him twice in a row. It must be urgent.

America flipped open the phone, making sure to sugar coat his voice plenty as he spoke. “YOOOOO The hero here~ What'cha need thick-brows?” He winced as he heard England's voice yell at him through the ear piece of the phone. “WHERE THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU SET MY EARL GREY TEA BEFORE YOU LEFT YOU GIT?!?! I CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE!!”

He pulled his ear away for a moment, rubbing his eardrum before calming stating, “I set it down inside the cabinet next to your other cups. I told you that before I left, remember?”

There was a long moment of silence, and then muttered grumblings as he confirmed he did indeed find the tea where America said they were. America smiled, unable to stifle a chuckle, and then said, “By the way, thanks for letting me crash at your place just before I came to Japan. I had been so busy before then, and my last errand for my boss was in your capital, so it was nice to get some sleep before I headed on over here.”

England grumbled for a moment longer, before seeming to realize that America was indeed thanking him. “Sure, it was fine. Just as long as you don't ask for favors like that all the time, wanker.” There was a seemingly awkward pause, but then England cleared his throat. “So...how's it going so far? I know you and Japan have been together for quite some time now.”

America nodded, though he knew the other couldn't see him. “Yeaup! The big one point five year mark! It's great!”

Another awkward pause. Wow, he was good at keeping the “everything's fine!” mood up, wasn't he? He was about to end the conversation when he heard England say, “So what'd you do now, git. I know you have something bothering you, it's obvious.”

Well that caused America to splutter and trip over himself. “W-what?! Dude, naw – there's no WAY that the hero is upset about anything! We're fine man! I'm not even the slightest upset! Besides, it's not like I can't handle anything that comes my way! No way jose!” But very quickly, it returned to that same silence they experienced twice already in this phone conversation. Damn is this getting me all weirded out...

“...You're a bad liar, America. You know I know you better than tha--”

“ALRIGHT FINE YOU WANNA KNOW SO BAD! We got in a fight because he asked me for help on story ideas for his new....book or whatever, and he said our love story was cliché too and I don't think he takes our relationship as seriously as I do!! THERE, YOU HAPPY NOW YOU JERK??”

America was huffing a bit, a little out of breath as he said most of that in one single breath, but somehow it felt a LITTLE better to get that off his shoulders. England was quiet for a time, before finally clearing his throat and letting out a chuckle. “You are such an idiot, America. I know for a fact that Japan takes his relationship with you seriously. He told me himself how he was making lots of preparations for you to come up and visit him last time we were at a World Meeting. Do you honestly think someone who didn't care that much about another in the first place, letalone someone as emotionally non-expressive as Japan, would go out of their way to make everything special for someone they didn't consider a priority? I've been friends with him a much longer time than you have been, and let me emphasize you git: people like him, they express their emotions through their actions. If I were you, I'd get my ass back over and apologize for acting like an idiotic moron, but then, you always have been. So I'm sure Japan's as used to it after having been friends with you for years and dating you for so long.”

America stood there, blinking stupidly as England's words sunk in. Somehow it made him think twice about everything Japan did for him, and though he complained, whimpered, and whined about how Japan almost never says an “I love you” verbally, he always has this smile on his face, the way he touched him, however briefly, and amongst other things. “...You really are an asshole for wording it like that, a-and it's not like I don't know that! I just...wanna make sure he still wants the same things I do.”

“Well you're never going to know unless if you talk to him about it, wanker. Anyways, I have to go. France is coming over soon and I need some peace and quiet before he does. Goodnight, America.”

“See ya ma—wait, 'goodnight'?” The other had hung up by the time he repeated the other's closure to their phone call, and looked up at the sky. SHIT, it's already night?!? How far out did I go?? Japan's gonna be worried crapless!! Without holding back, he sprinted back the distance he walked in half the time, getting back just a moment before darkness completely enveloped the land.

“DUDE, Japan!!! I'm so, so sorry I was out so late!! I really wasn't that mad! I just got distracted and went farther out than I meant to, and---”

He stopped a short ways into the living room, seeing that the table was filled with freshly cooked pasta, bread to accompany it, small bowls of rice, and wine. It only took him a moment to realize that Japan had entered the room shortly thereafter, bowing his head in greeting and then gestured towards the meal on the table. “Wourld you rike to join me America-san? I made it...j-just for you.”

America raised an eyebrow at the other, seeing how he seemed horribly embarrassed and...slightly out of character. He was about to comment on this observation when Japan approached him and helped him pull his bomber jacket off, guiding him gently by the hand to sit down. Once Japan had sat down across from him at the kotatsu table, America finally questioned him, “Uh...so...what's the occasion man? Did my birthday come early or...something?”

Japan's cheeks flushed, and he shook his head rapidly. “N-No! Do I need a reason to have a roverly dinner set up for the two of us...?”

He blinked at his lover. “...yeah, but you almost NEVER cook pasta. Not unless you know Italy is coming over to visit. Oh MAN, is he coming over soon?!? I thought you said this whole time was just gonna be us!”

Immediately Japan raised his hands up in front of him, as if trying to calm America down from a distance, a drop of sweat rolling down his brow. “Iie, America-san! It's just us! I just thought...it might work for making up to you...I feerl bad for earlier. I didn't mean to make you upset.”

America quieted and watched Japan in amazement. Wait...you mean...he's sorry? He listened as Japan finished. “--you're my r-rover, and I shourld have torld you to wait to come visit when I had so much work to do. I know you prefer it when I give you arl my attention, but I promise I wirl do better America-san!”

The look of determination on Japan's face was so precious, darling, and just...so him. He smiled and stood up, walked over, and then embraced the tense Japanese man in his arms, chuckling a bit. “Kiku Honda...how are you so freakin' cute all the damn time?”

Japan tensed a bit hearing his human name, not used to it unless they are alone in the bedroom, and...intimate, at least most of the time. “A-America-san...?” he voiced softly. He squeaked as he felt the American's warm, moist lips be placed over the pulse on his neck, starting to suck gently. “A-Ah...! Arfred...s-san...no...n-not now...prease....nnngh...” The raven haired man whimpered as he felt the others fingers reach up and gently tilt his head to expose more neck, making him go practically limp in the others arms, letting out another soft whimper of pleasure and contentment.

After a few minutes of this, America finally pulled back, only to sit down and pull Japan gently into his lap, cradling him sideways. He pressed his forehead against Japan's and stroked his side. “You're my everything...my personal moon...I don't know what I'd do without you. It was my fault for jumping to conclusions earlier, so I should be the one who's sorry. I knew you were busy. I could have waited, but I didn't...and I know you're trying your hardest. I'll try to be more patient I guess, but only if you promise me some alone time in the evening when we're alone, 'mkay?” He brushed the back of his hand over Japan's soft, cream colored cheek that was growing rosier by the second. “Could you do that for me at least, Keeks....?”

“I-H-Hai...gomenasai.”

“Don't be. You're the light that shines my path at night...it was just a simple misunderstanding on my part. And I love you, Kiku.” He kissed the others cheek sweetly, and stroked his silk-like hair.

Japan blushed, averted his brown eyes for a moment, before leaning into America's chest and nodding with a warm smile adorning his lips. “I rove you too, Arfred-san.”

Then abruptly, Japan was pushed off America's lap and America was back in his original seat, grabbing the bowl of pasta and putting some food on his plate. “Man am I glad we got that out of the way! Let's eat some grub!” Soon his laugh rang throughout the Japanese man's house, and he couldn't help chuckling along with him. Later in the night, Japan WAS able to use 'love' as part of Italy's advice for “making up” to one's lover.
Originally this was a fanfic intended for a competition by :iconigirisu-shinshi:, but it got canceled because there weren't enough entries and it was the last day, so....yeah.^^

This is the song I chose to be a basis for my fic. “My Personal Moon” = [link]

America/Alfred F. Jones, England/Arthur-Iggy Kirkland, & Japan/Kiku Honda (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
Story Plot (c) :iconmeplz:
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you have no idea how much I love this~!