// A disastrous Japan x Germany NSFW fanfic. This is 'cringy' and I'm writing this semi-intoxicated. Yet, very, very sober and very moronically. I am big stupid and this is hella' gay. I regret everything. ✨
One could say today was par, however today felt stellar to the pair that sat beside each other on the emerald grass. Soft with slight dew, the two both watched the waves of the pond mellow and slowly spread out among themselves to caress the dirt with subtle kisses.
Flecks of the suns grazing head lay against the golden land with the blanketed bunch on a checkered cloth. A bag of breakfast foods lay in the bottom with various culinary devices. Spoons, forks, paper plates, napkins- With of course containers of delicious food; home cooked with ardor and the aroma of pleasantries drifting through the air like a butterfly.
Germany, who flicked his slender hand up to take off his glasses and rub the moisture of the early morning away with the cotton of his neatly pressed button up, smiled genuinely. When Japan had diplomatically contacted Germany for a get-together picnic, he was amused that Japan had even wanted to be near him. Ah, but nevertheless he did adore Japan. Since the incidents of past trauma, he had grown into a more mature relationship with his neighbors, specifically Japan. Though the idea of an early morning sunrise picnic sounded sheepish on the phone, Germany was of course adamant on going and enjoying the future conversations that would progress. Maybe they'd discuss trades like their last talk, or even memories and thoughts? He, of course, was quite literally surprised that Japan had found him to be a good (trade) partner, friendship was a new topic.
Burying the hatchet is a hard topic to bury when you have so many hatchets, such a shallow hole, and such little time. However, making amends was easy between the two. Especially since the emotional rollercoaster of despair affected both of their lives. Japan was sensible, short, and lanky. He fixed himself in a garment of a frosted pink with a woolly beige cardigan. He had on slightly darker tan colored pants with bright magenta shoes. His smaller framed glasses were quickly pushed up the bridge of his nose and his milk-chocolate eyes danced across the ground to covet to Germany. A smile dotted his face when he took a sip of grown-up grape juice and gave a hearty chuckle.
"I may have made it a bit too early for you, my apologies."
Germany, who slid his own pair of spectacles back on glanced at Japan, a brow raised in question.
"Early? I rather like the view and the company..." He trailed off, being bold with his statements as the two ate an assortment of food. He felt quite lonely over the past years, of course- tension was high with him. That was to be expected.
Japan's plate littered clean with white rice and grilled fish. An omelette was to the side with pickles. On a separate plate German pancakes. Several cherries in the center and drizzled with cream and honey.
Germany, however had a bowl of Müsli, with a roll of bread spread evenly with honey and marmalade. His side was a döner kabab with veal and his side of his own matching German pancakes.
Large? Yes. Yummy? Indubitably!
"So, how are you enjoying your meal, Germany?"
Germany who was halfway shoving his döner in his mouth to get a second bite flushed a slight fuchsia and coughed. Raising a hand to his mouth as he pardoned his eyes away.
"It's delicious, did you really make this yourself? It takes so authentic-" His lush eyes looked up from his frames, the glistening forestry that made up his iris was breath taking. The lanky man near him brought a shaky hand to his collar, an exhale of hot moisture escaping his throat in a wheeze. Warm, he felt so warm.
