[ ADVENT CALENDAR / event / PG / prompts, fanfiction, fanart ]
I thought of this idea while talking to dreams, and decided we're going to do an Advent Calendar event! [So that we have a good motivator to push us to write.] So from now till January 1, we're going to all try to do as many little prizes for each other as possible. Each day will have a different word prompt, and hopefully more than one person does
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“China-san, good night.” I whispered to China’s sprawled out and messy form. I tried not to grin stupidly, but it wasn’t working very well.
Finally. Finally I can leave this strange sleepover. The project must be finished, and I was almost bouncing off the walls in anticipation.
Well, I was about as excited as any respectable Japanese man should be, which really was, not too much. At least, not on the outside.
My feet led me back through the corridor that China had just dragged me through five hours ago. Goodness, I’ve been here for such a long time…
Against my better judgment, I started wandering around to look at the other rooms. Nowadays, the house seemed both foreign and familiar to me, and I often got the feeling of déjà vu as I encountered each room. Here were the same walls, the same gardens, the same paintings, the same chairs…and yet everything seems to be not the same. It always feels like I should know these things, and yet I don’t. This strange longing of mine finally got me to wander around China’s house at two in the morning.
About fifteen minutes into my hasty search for something I didn’t know I was searching for, I found it: my old room. The same small window by the desk I always sat at to do homework, and then would escape through that very room to go play with the animals out back. Most of the time China would catch me immediately, and then drag me back in and force me to concentrate. Sometimes he wouldn’t. Occasionally, he’d even join me outside, especially during bright, sunny days during the spring, and then we’d play games outside until the sun finally set.
I miss that.
I pulled out the drawers, one by one. Flutes that I had whittled when I was a young; wooden dolls of different shapes, sizes, and colors, and other trinkets from my youth appeared as I kept searching. For some reason I became frustrated, and I knocked over the chair behind me. It landed with a bang against the desk, which knocked some other things off of it. I cursed and tried to put everything back as soon as possible, because I didn’t want-
“Japan?”
-China to wake up.
“I’m fine.” I told him quickly. “I’m just looking around.” I nod quickly, and try to pass by, but it’s too late. He’s hot on my heels as I try to make a break for the door.
“Japan, wait! If you can’t sleep aru, do you want me to count to you again?”
“It didn’t work, because I’m not tired. Now, please excuse me.” I reply quickly, spinning on my heels as I turn to the living room. Out of the corner of my eye I see China, hastily trying to keep up with me. His hair and clothes are a mess, and he wrapped a blanket over himself to keep warm.
“You’re obviously tired; please go back to bed. There is no need for you to see me to the door.” I add. Hurry, my brain told me, hurry, or we’ll be stuck here for another 5 hours.
I know, I reply back.
“Japan!” China cries again. He sounds wounded - no! I can’t think of anything else! I just can’t!
I throw on my jacket, and lean down to quickly lace my shoes. “Japan!” China pleads with me.
“Good night, China.” I closed the door behind me. There was nothing more after that.
My breaths came out quick and short as I kept speed walking to my car. My body was almost burning with the effort, and I was exhilarated. I jumped in my car, closed the door, and turned the key. The engine purred to life.
I hit the AC to warm the car, and then lay back to wait. I exhaled deeply, slow and smooth. I made it. Finally.
But soon the thrill of escaping left me, and I found myself looking out my car into the bleak, dark, cold. It was going to take me forever to get there. Suddenly, it seemed so much trouble to go home, to drive, kami-sama, even to lift up my foot to hit the gas pedal. My energy just vanished into thin air, and I was left to dwell on what lay ahead of me.
Suddenly, my project seemed so unimportant. What was one day?
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But I didn’t want to move.
A light on the dashboard indicated that the car’s temperature was now at where I wanted it to be. I could easily just hit the music button and let my favorite tunes lead me home. The roads were empty; it’d take me practically no time or effort at all to get there. I just had to turn my hands and move my foot a bit.
But I didn’t want to move. So I just sat there, and sat there, and sat there, and sat there…
Finally I asked my body, Body, what do you want to do?
Then I sat there some more, just not moving.
Then I took a breath, and steeled my resolve. I had to do something. I reached out my foot…
And the rest of my body swung out of the car. My hands, which refused to move just moments ago, now flew out to snatch the keys out of the car. My warm car suddenly disappeared, leaving me with a freezing cold car and an open door to the outside.
My feet kept moving. One foot planted itself on the ground, then the other, and soon my hands closed the car door and locked it. Then I marched straight back to China’s house.
If you’re wondering, no, I have no clue what in the world possessed me to do that either.
A few deft movements, and the funny gate was unlocked. I let myself in through the backyard, the way I always did. As I walked into the house, my hands locked the doors behind me.
The house now seemed different again. Here were the same items, but now it was as if I was entering foreign territory, unwelcome territory. I walked through the halls as quietly as possible, even though my heart was pounding so loud I thought China might’ve heard me already.
I found sitting in a chair staring out into the distance, still wrapped in that ugly blanket. His feet dangled off the chair; he was obviously cold and uncomfortable, and yet he refused to move. When I put his hands on his shoulders, he jumped up.
“…You came back.” He said simply, when he had turned around completely to look at me.
“…Yes. Yes I did.” I said.
China shifted over to me, and it was then that I saw that he had been crying. Tears still ran down his face, and his nose seemed runny.
“…You came back.” He said again, even quieter this time.
For the longest time we just stood there; I stared at him as he stared at his own feet.
And then I reached over and kissed him, softly, the way that Alfred’s people do in his movies, the way Im Yong Soo’s people do in his dramas, the way…the way that I’ve always wanted to tell him that he was special to me.
I came back. I had come back.
After we broke apart, China slowly embraced me, burying his face in my shoulder before leading me through the corridors again, although this time in a much softer manner. He brought me back to the same bedroom, and then rearranged the sheets a bit before climbing under the covers. I took off my outer layers of clothing, and then joined him. I put my arm around him, and he leaned into me.
When the two of us finally stopped squirming and had both found a comfortable position, I realized that we were now sleeping together in the same bed instead of separate beds like before. I whispered to him, “We should have done this sooner. I feel so much more sleepy now.”
Just before I fell asleep, I heard him mutter, “Great. Now I can’t sleep.”
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*feels bad that she always posts right after the 'gift' entry* Sorry about that! I always assume that we have until midnight to complete the entry. xD;;
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I hope it was clear that China couldn't sleep after what happened and how JAPAN'S RIGHT THERE AND OMGTOOCLOSE!!!!
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Derp. What I mean is that you kept the situation realistic as well as making it NiChu. X3
Japan, please be gentle! XD
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But China's all nervous now and can't sleep.
I see that that wasn't very clear...hmmm.
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After we broke apart, China slowly embraced me, burying his face in my shoulder before leading me through the corridors again, although this time in a much softer manner. He brought me back to the same bedroom, and then rearranged the sheets a bit before climbing under the covers. I took off my outer layers of clothing, and then joined him. I put my arm around him, and he leaned into me. We stayed like that silently, like two statues side by side while we slowly got used to each other's presence.
When the two of us finally stopped squirming and had both found a comfortable position, I realized that we were now sleeping together in the same bed instead of separate beds like before. I whispered to him, “We should have done this sooner. I feel so much more sleepy now.”
Just before I fell asleep, I heard him mutter, “Great. Now I can’t sleep.”
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