Grecian Pillow [2/4]
anonymous
June 26 2011, 19:00:37 UTC
Making up his mind with the rationalization that he would be a lousy boyfriend if he let Greece slip back into his nightmare, he adjusted his fingers so that they were tightly intertwined with Greece's instead of in a loose grip around his palm and carefully edged closer to Greece's side until their legs were almost touching.
Greece's left arm was still splayed out on the carpet, forming an inviting pillow of sorts. Reminding himself that he had slept in far more intimate positions with Greece before and that this was a special occasion, Japan slowly lowered his head until it was nestled on Greece's broad upper arm. It was surprisingly comfortable, and Japan let his left arm rest across Greece's chest as he curled up his right arm by his side and turned so that he was facing Greece.
His partner was still sleeping quite contentedly with no indication that he had been sweating and cringing just a few minutes before; Japan wondered what he was dreaming about now. According to Greece, his dreams were mainly surreal landscapes of painted skies, capricious seas, and bizarre fusions of mythological creatures, although Japan tended to make at least a cameo in them. These cameos always seemed to have him naked or scantily-clad for some reason, which Greece liked talking about in great detail.
Although Japan couldn't really say that his dreams were any better, what with their strange tendency to morph from innocent scenes into acid trips that would have put Katamari Damacy to shame. He would never forget the dream he had that started out with him collecting peaches from a tree and dropping them into Greece's waiting arms and then segued into a sky race above the peach trees with him riding on the back of a huge mochi with angel wings and a chrysanthemum tattoo and Greece on the back of a giant, butterfly-winged Corporal Cat, with Greece's clothes disappearing somewhere in the middle of their flight through an especially breezy cloud and his declaration that he was going to win this race and that Japan would have to reward him then...
Japan found himself blinking his eyes back open sometime later, wondering just when he had fallen asleep. The lengthening of the shadows underneath the windows told him that it had been at least a couple of hours ago. A faint but still deeply ingrained sense of shame at having napped for so long washed over him and he began to sit back up, only to find that he was now pressed up against Greece's chest and held in place there by a pair of warm arms around his waist. Greece's eyes were still closed, but his mouth was curved up into a smile that couldn't have looked any more satisfied if he had just stolen Turkey's mask and had his cats use it as a plaything.
"Greece-san, I know you're not asleep," Japan said quietly but sternly.
Greece's eyes fluttered back open and his smile became sheepish. "You caught me."
Greece's left arm was still splayed out on the carpet, forming an inviting pillow of sorts. Reminding himself that he had slept in far more intimate positions with Greece before and that this was a special occasion, Japan slowly lowered his head until it was nestled on Greece's broad upper arm. It was surprisingly comfortable, and Japan let his left arm rest across Greece's chest as he curled up his right arm by his side and turned so that he was facing Greece.
His partner was still sleeping quite contentedly with no indication that he had been sweating and cringing just a few minutes before; Japan wondered what he was dreaming about now. According to Greece, his dreams were mainly surreal landscapes of painted skies, capricious seas, and bizarre fusions of mythological creatures, although Japan tended to make at least a cameo in them. These cameos always seemed to have him naked or scantily-clad for some reason, which Greece liked talking about in great detail.
Although Japan couldn't really say that his dreams were any better, what with their strange tendency to morph from innocent scenes into acid trips that would have put Katamari Damacy to shame. He would never forget the dream he had that started out with him collecting peaches from a tree and dropping them into Greece's waiting arms and then segued into a sky race above the peach trees with him riding on the back of a huge mochi with angel wings and a chrysanthemum tattoo and Greece on the back of a giant, butterfly-winged Corporal Cat, with Greece's clothes disappearing somewhere in the middle of their flight through an especially breezy cloud and his declaration that he was going to win this race and that Japan would have to reward him then...
Japan found himself blinking his eyes back open sometime later, wondering just when he had fallen asleep. The lengthening of the shadows underneath the windows told him that it had been at least a couple of hours ago. A faint but still deeply ingrained sense of shame at having napped for so long washed over him and he began to sit back up, only to find that he was now pressed up against Greece's chest and held in place there by a pair of warm arms around his waist. Greece's eyes were still closed, but his mouth was curved up into a smile that couldn't have looked any more satisfied if he had just stolen Turkey's mask and had his cats use it as a plaything.
"Greece-san, I know you're not asleep," Japan said quietly but sternly.
Greece's eyes fluttered back open and his smile became sheepish. "You caught me."
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