Pure Bliss-GerIta (Hetalia fanfic) *YAOI*

Japan

Okay! So here is part two of my update! I hope you guys like it. I got a suggestion to do this, and I figured it'd make the story a bit more fun, and maybe even make it last longer. ;A; I don't wanna stop writing this! DX Well, worry not! We're not even close to the end, but yeah. I hope you guys like this. It's some GreecexJapan. Ahhh, they're so cute! <333 Enjoy your surprise!

Oh! And I have a little thing to add. I might be making this a three couple story, just to make it longer as I said up there, and just cause I know you guys would(hopefully!) like it~ The three pairings would be UsUk, GerIta, and GiriPan, and I wouldn't change the story a bit, I'd just add more chapters in other peoples' perspectives. What do you guys think? Should I? Or should I just keep it as only GerIta? aahhh, comment below, please! I need opinions! DX

Japan:

After I closed the door, I headed downstairs to the living room, sulking. I hadn't even gotten the chance to tell them who called. Not that they would've really cared, but still. I sighed and sat back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. While those two were probably enjoying themselves, I was stuck down here, by myself.

I smiled a bit, thinking about what they were more than like doing. I couldn't help but feel a little happy for the two of them. I mean, the moment I joined the axis, I knew something was going to happen between them. It was just...obvious, so to speak.

I turned on the tv, changing the channel to some American cooking one and sat back to relax. I didn't know many American recipes, so I guess watching this wouldn't be a bad idea. Maybe I could cook something for the lovebirds tomorrow. I kept my gaze on the show as a knock sounded from the door. I jumped, a bit alarmed by someone coming over this late, but reluctantly went over to answer the door.

I only opened it a bit, just to see who was there. I blinked when I realized who it was. “Greece?” I whispered, opening the door wide enough for him to come in side. Greece smiled.

“Japan, hello.” He stated softly as he walked in, plopping down onto the couch. I raised an eyebrow, sitting down next to him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked curiously.

He let out a small sigh. “I was just wandering by, and I figured I'd say hello.”

“Greece, it's late out. Why were you wandering?”

“Did you know that some cats can wander around endlessly at nighttime? It's the best time for them to be out on the streets, without being disturbed by people.”

I couldn't help but smile a bit. “And so you did it because...?”

“Because deep inside, Japan, I am a cat. I may not appear so, but, I am.”

I nodded, patting his back. “If you say so, Greece.”

He glanced up at me. “I do.” His eyes met mine for a second, and I quickly looked away. How could he be so nonchalant about everything? It was as if nothing really affected him.

“Well, uh, Greece, as you mentioned, it is nighttime, so are you planning on leaving? Or would you like to stay for the night?” I kept my eyes on the cooking show as I asked.

“I'll probably stay here. I don't mind keeping Japan company.” He mused.

I gave him a look. “You don't have to.”

“I'm afraid I do.” He said placing his hand on mine. I felt my face get all heated up. I quickly looked away.

“And why is that?” I asked softly.

“Because I know when Japan is lonely. And this is one of those times.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug, stroking my hair. I couldn't help but lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes.

“Thank you, Greece.” I whisper quietly. “I have no idea how you knew, but thank you.”

He smiled and kissed my head. We sat like that for awhile, with me all cuddled up to him, and him just holding me close. I didn't think anything of it, but it was nice. I felt...needed, for once. I smiled.

“Japan.”

“Greece?”

“I need to ask you something.”

I blink and pull back slightly, looking up at him. “Well, er, what do you need to ask?”

“It's something about Turkey.” He mumbled, looking at me with those deep green eyes.

I remained silent for a moment, thinking. What about Turkey? Why'd he have to bring him up now, of all times? Why couldn't we just sit there, happily, for a little while longer? The competition between Greece and Turkey had gotten tiring, and I honestly never looked forward to meeting the two of them at the same time. It always ended with a fight. A fight I had to break up.

“Japan?”

I sigh softly. “Yeah. Ask away.”

Greece took in a deep breath, his brown hair falling into his face. I slowly reached over, pushing the stray pieces of hair behind his ear. Greece kept his eyes on me, not once looking away. “Do you like him?” He finally asked.

I blinked. “Well, yeah. I do like him.”

“As a friend, or more?”

I gave Greece a look. “What do you mean by “more”?”

“As in, do you, you know, like like Turkey.” I couldn't help but laugh.

“Why would I like Turkey like that? No. I don't like like him. I can assure you of that.”

Greece smiled a bit, suddenly perking up. “Okay, then I have another question.”

“Just ask,” I said softly. What else could he possibly ask about Turkey now?

“Do you like like me?” I froze in place, my eyes widening slightly. I fiddled with the sleeve of my kimono nervously.

“Like like you?” I asked, staring down at my lap. What would he do if I answered? Did I even know what my answer would be?

Greece nodded out of the corner of my eye, and I shrugged. “Uh, I dunno.” I murmured quietly. Greece leaned closer.

“Hmm?”

“I said, I dunno.” I stated a bit louder. Greece sat back on the couch, a smile on his lips.

“Well, that wasn't a no.” He said looking a bit smug.

“But it wasn't a yes either.” I added in. He waved me off.

“Don't worry Japan. By the end of tonight...It'll be a yes for sure.”

I instantly looked up at him. Wait. Did he want me to say yes?! “Greece-You-I-”

“I like like you Japan.” Greece assured me. I gave him a surprised look.

“And you can just admit it, just like that.” He nodded quickly.

“I'm not ashamed of how I feel.”

“Oh, and I am?”

“Well,” Greece started to say, making me glare at him. “You are the one who won't admit how you feel. So if you just, you know, say you do like me, I'll take it back..”

“No! No way Greece! I'd never admit something like that!” I jumped up from the couch, crossing my arms and pointing to the door. “Out.” I say sternly. Greece got up, but rather than walking out the door, he scooped me up and headed towards my room.

“I'm afraid I can't do that.” He mumbled in my ear. “Not until I get what I came here for.”

I thrash in his arms, a bit angry at how careless he acts as he does all this. “Greece!”