fic: patterns of an english garden
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bonnefoisTitle: patterns of an english garden
Series: Hetalia
Character/Pairing: UK/Japan
Rating: PG-13?
Word count: 934
Author's note: kink meme: UK/Japan, anything goes.
So, a while back I promised I'd try and write a fill for UK/Japan in the discussion forum during a linkspam. I was trying for the cuddling prompt, but that somehow turned into FrUk drunk sex (I don't even know, seriously.)
So uh. Here guys. A fill.
shōchū is a Japanese alcoholic beverage: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sh%C5%8Dch%C5%AB
it's stronger than sake, but not as strong as vodka or whisky.
chūhai is a mixed drink consisting of shōchū, soda, ice and some flavouring, often lemon, grapefruit, apple or ume.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ch%C5%ABhai
Nigorizake is unfiltered rice wine. (Sake)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nigori
There are two cups of tea side by side: Earl Grey and Oolong. Kiku keeps a special teacup for Arthur when he comes to remind him of home. No one else is allowed to use it. (Last visit Alfred tried, and Kiku politely, yet firmly told him it was for special occasions only.) Kiku's is of the traditional make: deep brown, and lacking in a handle, while Arthur's is of delicate porcelain with patterns of an English garden. Steam rises up from them. Arthur has still not woken.
When he knocks at Arthur's door to check on him, there is no answer. Not surprising, considering how much he drinks. He enters to check on his health, and finds Arthur has the covers piled over his head.
"You mustn't drink too much," Kiku says.
"M fine," Arthur says. "No such thing as too much alcohol." He says it bravely, but they both know it's a lie.
He gets up and puts his things on. Kiku politely looks aside, so that it is only sidelong glances that he sees the scars from World War II over his slim back. He knows the feel of those scars, and traces them every time Arthur is on top of him in the dark and there's only breath and longing and the absence of words.
(He is thankful it is not worse. Perhaps it could be other people's names whispered when he's inside Kiku.)
Alfred will only drink chūhai and sake, when he visits, considering his sweet tooth, but Arthur prefers drinking the hardest wine he can find. He puts shōchū in his tea, drinks it with Hoppy beer and other harder drinks. He'll take drink after drink, refilling the glass until he's about ready to fall over. Then Kiku, who only takes a few shots of Nigorizake whenever he's out, will be the designated driver, or sorts. Or at least the designated transport finder.
It is a given they sleep together, but then such things often happy between countries. He does not linger on it – at least, he tries not to.
He leaves to attend to things in the lavatory, and Kiku returns to the tea, which is no longer scalding. He prepares the kinds of treats Arthur prefers like any good host would. Almond and current scones which even Alfred can't hate.
When Arthur comes out, his shirt is still partly undone. He doesn't bother to do it up as he sits down.
"Mmm, just like I like it," Arthur says.
"I am glad you are pleased," Kiku says, a faint smile creeping in through the stoicism.
"Didn't think there'd be such good stuff here," Arthur says. "By the way, you have a picture of my garden in your loo."
"Do I?" Japan says, evasive. "I enjoy portrayals of gardens." He looks away, his cheeks faintly pink. "I did not realize it was yours when I bought it."
Of course he does, but he never admits such things. There's a toothbush kept because Arthur hates travelers toothbrushes ("They taste weird") and his preferred kind of tea kept in a little tin.
(Sometimes Kiku drinks Earl Grey once he's left to remember the taste of Arthur's kisses)
"It's nice to see a place like home there. At least you don't have a Kelpie infestation in your loo," Arthur says. "The kappa is back, though. But not in the loo."
"I see," Kiku says.
But he doesn't, of course. Oni and youkai are now relegate to little more than memories, only coming alive in stories. He can only take Arthur's word for it.
(If you can see invisible things, why can't you see this? The mythical us)
"This tea is good – really fresh. Did you just get it?" Arthur asks after a long sip. He burns his lip and curses and Kiku reaches out, worried, but doesn't touch and instead only murmurs a be careful.
"Yes, I got it when I heard you were coming, as I thought you would prefer it," Kiku says.
A lie, of course.
"Didn't think there'd have a good Earl Grey out here," Arthur says.
"We have our ways," Kiku says.
He sips tea so he won't have to talk, so he can remember past alliances and talks.
(Once Arthur pointly says to him I don't sleep with Alfred when he's around. He doesn't even ask. And Kiku replies cordially Nor do I; we are simply friends nothing is said after that, explanations or perhaps you're the only one I sleep with. but then, that too could simply be wishful thinking.)
He thinks of before, of soaks and skins and last night.
They never talk of it, of course. It is not their way.
"I'll stay the rest of the week if you don't mind," Arthur says. "My bones could use a soak."
"It's no trouble," Kiku says.
And it isn't.
Series: Hetalia
Character/Pairing: UK/Japan
Rating: PG-13?
Word count: 934
Author's note: kink meme: UK/Japan, anything goes.
So, a while back I promised I'd try and write a fill for UK/Japan in the discussion forum during a linkspam. I was trying for the cuddling prompt, but that somehow turned into FrUk drunk sex (I don't even know, seriously.)
So uh. Here guys. A fill.
shōchū is a Japanese alcoholic beverage: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sh%C5%8Dch%C5%AB
it's stronger than sake, but not as strong as vodka or whisky.
chūhai is a mixed drink consisting of shōchū, soda, ice and some flavouring, often lemon, grapefruit, apple or ume.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ch%C5%ABhai
Nigorizake is unfiltered rice wine. (Sake)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nigori
There are two cups of tea side by side: Earl Grey and Oolong. Kiku keeps a special teacup for Arthur when he comes to remind him of home. No one else is allowed to use it. (Last visit Alfred tried, and Kiku politely, yet firmly told him it was for special occasions only.) Kiku's is of the traditional make: deep brown, and lacking in a handle, while Arthur's is of delicate porcelain with patterns of an English garden. Steam rises up from them. Arthur has still not woken.
When he knocks at Arthur's door to check on him, there is no answer. Not surprising, considering how much he drinks. He enters to check on his health, and finds Arthur has the covers piled over his head.
"You mustn't drink too much," Kiku says.
"M fine," Arthur says. "No such thing as too much alcohol." He says it bravely, but they both know it's a lie.
He gets up and puts his things on. Kiku politely looks aside, so that it is only sidelong glances that he sees the scars from World War II over his slim back. He knows the feel of those scars, and traces them every time Arthur is on top of him in the dark and there's only breath and longing and the absence of words.
(He is thankful it is not worse. Perhaps it could be other people's names whispered when he's inside Kiku.)
Alfred will only drink chūhai and sake, when he visits, considering his sweet tooth, but Arthur prefers drinking the hardest wine he can find. He puts shōchū in his tea, drinks it with Hoppy beer and other harder drinks. He'll take drink after drink, refilling the glass until he's about ready to fall over. Then Kiku, who only takes a few shots of Nigorizake whenever he's out, will be the designated driver, or sorts. Or at least the designated transport finder.
It is a given they sleep together, but then such things often happy between countries. He does not linger on it – at least, he tries not to.
He leaves to attend to things in the lavatory, and Kiku returns to the tea, which is no longer scalding. He prepares the kinds of treats Arthur prefers like any good host would. Almond and current scones which even Alfred can't hate.
When Arthur comes out, his shirt is still partly undone. He doesn't bother to do it up as he sits down.
"Mmm, just like I like it," Arthur says.
"I am glad you are pleased," Kiku says, a faint smile creeping in through the stoicism.
"Didn't think there'd be such good stuff here," Arthur says. "By the way, you have a picture of my garden in your loo."
"Do I?" Japan says, evasive. "I enjoy portrayals of gardens." He looks away, his cheeks faintly pink. "I did not realize it was yours when I bought it."
Of course he does, but he never admits such things. There's a toothbush kept because Arthur hates travelers toothbrushes ("They taste weird") and his preferred kind of tea kept in a little tin.
(Sometimes Kiku drinks Earl Grey once he's left to remember the taste of Arthur's kisses)
"It's nice to see a place like home there. At least you don't have a Kelpie infestation in your loo," Arthur says. "The kappa is back, though. But not in the loo."
"I see," Kiku says.
But he doesn't, of course. Oni and youkai are now relegate to little more than memories, only coming alive in stories. He can only take Arthur's word for it.
(If you can see invisible things, why can't you see this? The mythical us)
"This tea is good – really fresh. Did you just get it?" Arthur asks after a long sip. He burns his lip and curses and Kiku reaches out, worried, but doesn't touch and instead only murmurs a be careful.
"Yes, I got it when I heard you were coming, as I thought you would prefer it," Kiku says.
A lie, of course.
"Didn't think there'd have a good Earl Grey out here," Arthur says.
"We have our ways," Kiku says.
He sips tea so he won't have to talk, so he can remember past alliances and talks.
(Once Arthur pointly says to him I don't sleep with Alfred when he's around. He doesn't even ask. And Kiku replies cordially Nor do I; we are simply friends nothing is said after that, explanations or perhaps you're the only one I sleep with. but then, that too could simply be wishful thinking.)
He thinks of before, of soaks and skins and last night.
They never talk of it, of course. It is not their way.
"I'll stay the rest of the week if you don't mind," Arthur says. "My bones could use a soak."
"It's no trouble," Kiku says.
And it isn't.
