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fic: all the bright lights do is bore me
Title: all the bright lights do is bore me
Series: Hetalia
Character/Pairing: Greece/Japan
Rating: PG-13
word count: 1714
Author's note: kink meme: Greece/Japan, insecure!Japan.
Japan kept his hands in his lap during meetings. Nations – namely France, would openly flirt, joke, exchange wits. Japan felt aged by comparison, able to offer little more than politeness and order. Deep down there was a feeling that he was quite boring, and America's comments of England being a "stodgy old man" applied to himself as well.
Recently, America and Greece had struck up something of a friendship. It'd been odd, but on hearing that he and Greece had gone down the path of a romantic relationship, America had gone out of his way to befriend Greece all for the sake of 'bromance.' Now America in all his exuberance would crash alone time, dates, and all steal Greece away for another paintball tournament.
Lately there'd been the little creeping, scratching thought that Greece might like someone more exuberant better. Someone like America or Greece, who would be able to have sex without the ritual and order which bordered on obsessive compulsive disorder. They'd be able to have sex without condoms, without showers before and after, and sheets changed directly afterwards. Japan frankly, wasn't that good at snuggling, and no matter how many times he played Ren'ai games, it didn't make romantic gestures any easier. Greece had been nothing but kind, his patience seemed endless when it came to Japan. Still, Japan had a niggling feeling of...what? Unease was what suited it best. It was a sinking feeling that he was taking advantage of Greece's good nature on a match which was doomed to the start.
*
"You're quiet," Greece noted.
"Just thinking," Japan said.
"Ah, I do that...about the death of Homer, and the way clouds sometimes look like Moussaka...." Greece seemed to drift off in his thoughts
And I'm counting down the moments until I lose you, Japan thought.
*
America threw his arm over Greece's shoulder. "Have I mentioned that your boyfriend is awesome? Because he totally is." Greece just looked at him in that permanently sleepy way he had.
"He's like having a high best friend, but without the actual drugs," Netherlands said. He'd been hanging with America, because America had to be friends with Canada's friends too. He was just that sort of guy.
"We're going out for a drink
"Booze and blow," Netherlands said. "Canada's coming too. You coming, sleepyman?"
Greece looked up. He looked to Japan.
"Go on...."
"Why don't you come too?" Netherlands asked.
He would be a weight. Nothing more, nothing less.
"I want you to come," Greece said.
Netherlands and America were talking about something. They fistbumped. By comparison, Japan would be nothing but a wet blanket. But Greece was looking at him, and finally he relented. He changed into the most casual thing he had and they set out to visit the nightlife.
*
They met up with Canada at the bar. There was a mirrored ceiling, a disco ball, and a lot of men in tight, clinging outfits on the dance floor. There was a Lady Gaga song playing in the background, and Japan was feeling a bit of motion sickness already.
"Oooh! I love this song!" America said, and started for the dance floor.
He gravitated towards the nearest bar stool and tried not to stare at the ceiling, lest her feel even sicker. Greece sat beside him, and before Japan even had the chance to say I'm fine, please do not trouble yourself three men had boughten Greece a drink.
He did not think it was going to be a good night.
Netherlands and Canada were leaning near the bar as well, chatting away while they waited for their own drinks.
"You do know this is a gay bar, right?" Canada said, looking to Netherlands. "Just in case you didn't notice."
"With a name like McSparkles, I didn't think it was going to be a Sports bar," Netherlands drawled. "Besides, we're all gay here."
"Actually, you swing both ways, and America likes breasts too much to qualify for anything but somewhat bi. I don't know about Greece and Japan," Canada said.
"In a relationship," Greece said again.
"But if you weren't?" Netherlands said.
"Both ways, I guess....it was common in the old days," Greece said. "Mother raised me on the beauty of men, though...." He seemed to drift off in thoughts of the past.
"See? Mostly gay. And you're almost as gay as Poland," Netherlands said. "I picked the bar out just for you, Canada." He raised his glass. "To your gayness."
"Just because I prefer men doesn't mean I glitter in the dark," Canada said, a little frustrated. "I don't watch America's Top Model, for one. America does, though. With Poland, in fact."
"Tyra is awesome!" America called from the crowd. Several voices cheered in reply.
"See?" Canada said.
"It's the silky French hair. It sets you in a gayness apart that only Poland can match," Netherlands said.
"Did someone say silky French hair?" Said a voice above the music. The song segued into French techno remix of classic French songs, and out came France in a glitter thong wearing lots of body glitter.
"You're a stripper now, France-san?" Japan asked.
France smiled enigmatically. "Everyone needs a hobby. I feel the need to share my body with the world, and this tends to have less cases of drunken and disorderly behavior." He shrugged and smiled seductively. "Now who is the lucky one who gets to spend time with me~?"
Netherlands nudged Canada. "I bought you a lap dance, by the way."
"It's been so long since we had any family bonding time," France said.
"You too, Japan," Netherlands said.
"The only one he's getting lapdances from is me," Greece said in a surprisingly firm way. Japan looked to him, and found Greece looking surprisingly fierce, in the sort of expression he had only seen when Turkey was around.
"Two lapdances for Canada then," Netherlands said. "We can share a bowl later."
"You're wasting your money," Canada said. "I get them for free every major holiday whether I like it or not. The whole family does, as are any neighbors or people on the streets if he's drunk enough."
"Come now, it's been far too long since we've bonded," France said. He went to the room behind the curtain, and Canada followed. Netherlands was busy with his drink, leaving them to fend for themselves.
"Let's go," Greece said. He took Greece's hand and lead him out the door. In the colder night air, his head felt clearer. Greece had his hands on both of Japan's shoulders. He met Japan's gaze in a searching, awake and surprisingly intense way.
"What's wrong? You haven't been yourself in a while," he said. "And 'it's nothing, I'm fine won't do this time....I really want to know, otherwise I'll just worry."
And Japan would feel guilty if Greece was worrying. Guilty and somewhat pleased that Greece cared, but mostly guilty.
"You see, I...I don't really belong in this sort of place. I'm not glittery, I don't dance well, just these sorts of outings make my back hurt. I don't think I can keep up with you," Japan said.
"I don't go out like this every night...." Greece said. "Mostly I read."
"But really, I'm just too old for such things," Japan protested. "What do I know about love? Or pleasing you?"
Greece looked confused, and tilted his head, as if he were trying to understand another language he was not entirely fluent in. "You're afraid I won't like you?"
"There's many more people out there who are more interesting," Japan said quietly. "I know I am far from the most exciting person in bed. I'm certain you've had better. All in all, I doubt I can offer you much."
"But I like you," Greece said.
Japan patted his hand. "Infatuation always makes us blind. But once the passion has calmed, I will fade in your estimation."
"No... I like you. I like that you're quiet and thoughtful...I like that you're reserved and fastidious and polite.... I'm not much for going out and partying, really, but I wanted to get along with your friends." Greece shrugged. "I'd prefer to stay in with you and nap or read aloud more of Haruki Murakami's works or watch dramas together...but some things must be done."
"All this time, all I could think was that I was prolonging the inevitable. I suppose I've been a fool."
"I've waiting this long for you. I'm not going to let you get away that easily, you know?" Greece said. He leaned in to kiss him, his hands still on Japan's shoulder's. Japan cupped his face and for once, only cared a little who might see them. After all, they were outside a gay bar and these things were to be expected. When the kiss was over, Greece stayed close, nuzzled forehead to forehead as Japan stroked his cheeks.
"Can we go home now?" Greece said.
"I don't think they'll miss us. I suppose we could send a text just in case, however," Japan said. "I wouldn't want them to be offended."
"Watching them dancing like that is making my back hurt in sympathy pain....I hurt it playing paintball last time, you see...." Greece said. He rubbed at his back. "I'm too old for all this, I guess."
"Me too," Japan said. They leaned close, taking hands like those besotted lovers the world always seemed to love to idealize.
Greece leaned to whisper And in bed....I've no complaints. Japan flushed, but it was only half embarrassment, and tempered with happiness. He murmured a thanks as they walked towards the bus stop that would take them home, where there would be no bright lights, but plenty of bed for the both of them.
so let's stay in
let the sofa be our car
let's stay in
let the TV be our stars
I found my dancing shoes but they don't fit
All the bright lights do is bore me
They bore me
I carry your heart here with me
I carry it in my heart
Ion Square, Bloc Party
Series: Hetalia
Character/Pairing: Greece/Japan
Rating: PG-13
word count: 1714
Author's note: kink meme: Greece/Japan, insecure!Japan.
Japan kept his hands in his lap during meetings. Nations – namely France, would openly flirt, joke, exchange wits. Japan felt aged by comparison, able to offer little more than politeness and order. Deep down there was a feeling that he was quite boring, and America's comments of England being a "stodgy old man" applied to himself as well.
Recently, America and Greece had struck up something of a friendship. It'd been odd, but on hearing that he and Greece had gone down the path of a romantic relationship, America had gone out of his way to befriend Greece all for the sake of 'bromance.' Now America in all his exuberance would crash alone time, dates, and all steal Greece away for another paintball tournament.
Lately there'd been the little creeping, scratching thought that Greece might like someone more exuberant better. Someone like America or Greece, who would be able to have sex without the ritual and order which bordered on obsessive compulsive disorder. They'd be able to have sex without condoms, without showers before and after, and sheets changed directly afterwards. Japan frankly, wasn't that good at snuggling, and no matter how many times he played Ren'ai games, it didn't make romantic gestures any easier. Greece had been nothing but kind, his patience seemed endless when it came to Japan. Still, Japan had a niggling feeling of...what? Unease was what suited it best. It was a sinking feeling that he was taking advantage of Greece's good nature on a match which was doomed to the start.
*
"You're quiet," Greece noted.
"Just thinking," Japan said.
"Ah, I do that...about the death of Homer, and the way clouds sometimes look like Moussaka...." Greece seemed to drift off in his thoughts
And I'm counting down the moments until I lose you, Japan thought.
*
America threw his arm over Greece's shoulder. "Have I mentioned that your boyfriend is awesome? Because he totally is." Greece just looked at him in that permanently sleepy way he had.
"He's like having a high best friend, but without the actual drugs," Netherlands said. He'd been hanging with America, because America had to be friends with Canada's friends too. He was just that sort of guy.
"We're going out for a drink
"Booze and blow," Netherlands said. "Canada's coming too. You coming, sleepyman?"
Greece looked up. He looked to Japan.
"Go on...."
"Why don't you come too?" Netherlands asked.
He would be a weight. Nothing more, nothing less.
"I want you to come," Greece said.
Netherlands and America were talking about something. They fistbumped. By comparison, Japan would be nothing but a wet blanket. But Greece was looking at him, and finally he relented. He changed into the most casual thing he had and they set out to visit the nightlife.
*
They met up with Canada at the bar. There was a mirrored ceiling, a disco ball, and a lot of men in tight, clinging outfits on the dance floor. There was a Lady Gaga song playing in the background, and Japan was feeling a bit of motion sickness already.
"Oooh! I love this song!" America said, and started for the dance floor.
He gravitated towards the nearest bar stool and tried not to stare at the ceiling, lest her feel even sicker. Greece sat beside him, and before Japan even had the chance to say I'm fine, please do not trouble yourself three men had boughten Greece a drink.
He did not think it was going to be a good night.
Netherlands and Canada were leaning near the bar as well, chatting away while they waited for their own drinks.
"You do know this is a gay bar, right?" Canada said, looking to Netherlands. "Just in case you didn't notice."
"With a name like McSparkles, I didn't think it was going to be a Sports bar," Netherlands drawled. "Besides, we're all gay here."
"Actually, you swing both ways, and America likes breasts too much to qualify for anything but somewhat bi. I don't know about Greece and Japan," Canada said.
"In a relationship," Greece said again.
"But if you weren't?" Netherlands said.
"Both ways, I guess....it was common in the old days," Greece said. "Mother raised me on the beauty of men, though...." He seemed to drift off in thoughts of the past.
"See? Mostly gay. And you're almost as gay as Poland," Netherlands said. "I picked the bar out just for you, Canada." He raised his glass. "To your gayness."
"Just because I prefer men doesn't mean I glitter in the dark," Canada said, a little frustrated. "I don't watch America's Top Model, for one. America does, though. With Poland, in fact."
"Tyra is awesome!" America called from the crowd. Several voices cheered in reply.
"See?" Canada said.
"It's the silky French hair. It sets you in a gayness apart that only Poland can match," Netherlands said.
"Did someone say silky French hair?" Said a voice above the music. The song segued into French techno remix of classic French songs, and out came France in a glitter thong wearing lots of body glitter.
"You're a stripper now, France-san?" Japan asked.
France smiled enigmatically. "Everyone needs a hobby. I feel the need to share my body with the world, and this tends to have less cases of drunken and disorderly behavior." He shrugged and smiled seductively. "Now who is the lucky one who gets to spend time with me~?"
Netherlands nudged Canada. "I bought you a lap dance, by the way."
"It's been so long since we had any family bonding time," France said.
"You too, Japan," Netherlands said.
"The only one he's getting lapdances from is me," Greece said in a surprisingly firm way. Japan looked to him, and found Greece looking surprisingly fierce, in the sort of expression he had only seen when Turkey was around.
"Two lapdances for Canada then," Netherlands said. "We can share a bowl later."
"You're wasting your money," Canada said. "I get them for free every major holiday whether I like it or not. The whole family does, as are any neighbors or people on the streets if he's drunk enough."
"Come now, it's been far too long since we've bonded," France said. He went to the room behind the curtain, and Canada followed. Netherlands was busy with his drink, leaving them to fend for themselves.
"Let's go," Greece said. He took Greece's hand and lead him out the door. In the colder night air, his head felt clearer. Greece had his hands on both of Japan's shoulders. He met Japan's gaze in a searching, awake and surprisingly intense way.
"What's wrong? You haven't been yourself in a while," he said. "And 'it's nothing, I'm fine won't do this time....I really want to know, otherwise I'll just worry."
And Japan would feel guilty if Greece was worrying. Guilty and somewhat pleased that Greece cared, but mostly guilty.
"You see, I...I don't really belong in this sort of place. I'm not glittery, I don't dance well, just these sorts of outings make my back hurt. I don't think I can keep up with you," Japan said.
"I don't go out like this every night...." Greece said. "Mostly I read."
"But really, I'm just too old for such things," Japan protested. "What do I know about love? Or pleasing you?"
Greece looked confused, and tilted his head, as if he were trying to understand another language he was not entirely fluent in. "You're afraid I won't like you?"
"There's many more people out there who are more interesting," Japan said quietly. "I know I am far from the most exciting person in bed. I'm certain you've had better. All in all, I doubt I can offer you much."
"But I like you," Greece said.
Japan patted his hand. "Infatuation always makes us blind. But once the passion has calmed, I will fade in your estimation."
"No... I like you. I like that you're quiet and thoughtful...I like that you're reserved and fastidious and polite.... I'm not much for going out and partying, really, but I wanted to get along with your friends." Greece shrugged. "I'd prefer to stay in with you and nap or read aloud more of Haruki Murakami's works or watch dramas together...but some things must be done."
"All this time, all I could think was that I was prolonging the inevitable. I suppose I've been a fool."
"I've waiting this long for you. I'm not going to let you get away that easily, you know?" Greece said. He leaned in to kiss him, his hands still on Japan's shoulder's. Japan cupped his face and for once, only cared a little who might see them. After all, they were outside a gay bar and these things were to be expected. When the kiss was over, Greece stayed close, nuzzled forehead to forehead as Japan stroked his cheeks.
"Can we go home now?" Greece said.
"I don't think they'll miss us. I suppose we could send a text just in case, however," Japan said. "I wouldn't want them to be offended."
"Watching them dancing like that is making my back hurt in sympathy pain....I hurt it playing paintball last time, you see...." Greece said. He rubbed at his back. "I'm too old for all this, I guess."
"Me too," Japan said. They leaned close, taking hands like those besotted lovers the world always seemed to love to idealize.
Greece leaned to whisper And in bed....I've no complaints. Japan flushed, but it was only half embarrassment, and tempered with happiness. He murmured a thanks as they walked towards the bus stop that would take them home, where there would be no bright lights, but plenty of bed for the both of them.
let the sofa be our car
let's stay in
let the TV be our stars
I found my dancing shoes but they don't fit
All the bright lights do is bore me
They bore me
I carry your heart here with me
I carry it in my heart
Ion Square, Bloc Party