Right Here, Right Now (Mpreg Aph One Shots)

Giripan

Kiku squeaked, running from the hose Artemis turned on him. His daughter was currently fairly dry while she had fun drenching everyone else. Shiro was inside, hissing much like a cat. Hercules actually had to take several of the cats inside because they kept getting wet. Izumi tackled Japan, laughing at the hose was turned on them again.

"I win!" She yelped, holding the hose over her head in victory. "Roar!" Kiku laughed with his eyes shut tight against the water from his hair.

"Alright, you win. I gotta go inside." He groaned, rolling over so Izumi fell off his back. "I'm too old to do this." Japan got to his feet and shook out his hair (which was in need of a cutting) before heading towards the front door. He found Shiro on the couch, shivering because he had gotten wet. He was watching Fullmetal Alchemist, one of his favorites. He glanced up at his mom when he walked in.

"Got sick of it too?" He asked quietly, head and entire body wrapped in a warm, fuzzy blanket. The only thing that shown was his eyes and eyebrows. And maybe a few strands of drying hair.

"Tired." Kiku stretched out his back, sighing when it silently popped. "I'm old." He chuckled, shuffling upstairs. He stripped out of his shirt in an attempt to keep from dripping water everywhere. He threw it in the dryer, unbuckling his belt and hanging it over his head on a coat hanger. He also stripped from his jeans, finding he was soaked to his underwear. He was glad the bathroom was right behind him. Cause he threw his boxers in as well, stepping back and shutting the door behind him.

The shower let out a spray of hot water, steam billowing up and fogging the mirror. Kiku breathed in the cleansing air and smiled, stepping around the pale cream shower curtain that hung as a door. With a door, the space was way too small. He sighed in content upon contact with the hot water, throwing his head back so the drops rolled down his chest and throat but didn't touch his face. He rolls his shoulders, groaning softly as they pop the uncomfortable bubble of gas between the bones. Japan shifts his semi long hair into a short ponytail, keeping it dry as the boiling hot water made tiny rivers down his back.

He barely bothered to notice the light footsteps on the stairs, his mind too at ease to be worried of such foolish things. He finally worried when he felt really ice cold arms wrap around his midsection. Kiku jumped out of his skin, having been given a heart attack by his husband. "Hercules...." he whines, being pulled into the nation's chest. "Stop, you're cold." He laughed, trying to get away.

"Why don't you help warm me up?" Hercules's nose dipped to brush the side of Kiku's neck, his breath the only thing warm (currently) about this gentle giant. Japan's breath hitched lightly when cool lips brushed his skin, moaning softly when they met along his collarbone.

"The kids..."

"We'll be quiet then." Greece pressed their bodies together, one of his legs between Kiku's as he attacked the Japanese man's neck. His tongue licked and trail along his neck, Kiku jumping and slightly gasping at the contact. He bites his lip when Hercules sucks on his neck, mainly in an attempt at a hickey.

"I-I don't think I can do quiet." Japan looks up at Greece with big brown eyes, lips locking with his for a mere moment.

"So later tonight, when the kids are gone to where ever they go... I can do this?" He has a pouty face but his green eyes are quiet teasing and lustful.

"To an extent. I do like walking, honey." Kiku wrapped his arns around the waist of a smiling Greek. "So don't get too cocky."

"Was that a bad pun?" Greece rose a brow while Japan pursed his lips.

One corner of his mouth poked up. "I'm not good at puns, am I?"

I'm sorry for not writing on this story in forever!! I've been on my other account mainly because I started a RoyEd fanfic and made a sequel. Plus, my dad's in the hospital so we've been there and shit. I'm real sorry though.  Question: what's a good male Finnish name? I'm giving them another small child.