Can I have 1p japan and 1p Russia realising they have just f ell in love with their crush while they are hanging out with them maybe a bit nsfw. Thank you and have a great day 💜💜
Turns out these will be uploaded in 3 parts as they’re well over 500 words. Enjoy!
1p!Japan: Kiku Honda
Anime with pantie shots are quite common. Anime with sexual innuendos and themes are quite common. But what you didn’t expect on a Tuesday afternoon while trying out new animes with Kiku was there to be a full-blown sex scene. Kiku couldn’t reach for the remote any quicker. He muted the episode, his face bright red. You chuckle at that. If he hadn’t said anything, you would not have cared. You would’ve just nodded in appreciation, maybe even make some comment about boobs if you were feeling it. But watching Kiku clutch the television remote like it's his lifeline is too funny. He looks at you as if you had caught him doing something wrong. At that you laugh harder, hunching forward.
“Kiku, what the hell?!” You splutter, choking on your saliva as you continue to laugh at him. It's like you have accused him of being too funny.
“W-what?!” He practically squeaks it. You would have expected him to try to ignore what's on-screen, not look like a schoolgirl about it. “I didn’t think you’d--”
“It’s chill, I don't mind.” You grin at him. He stares at you a moment longer than necessary. What you said could be interpreted in many different ways. It makes him conjure up images in mind that cause him to avert eye contact with you. Not that he wanted to think about you like that. But then again, you did have the tendency to be a tad bit perverted. It was never anything too crass or aimed at a real person. But when it came to talking about kinks or ecchi anime, you were as open as a book. He meekly looks down at the remote. He curses at himself. He was never like this with Alfred... He was never like this with Alfred? He peers at you. Why were you any different?
“Then I will continue to play it.” He unpauses it, trying to settle back into the sofa. You chuckle before leaning into him. He peeks at you, trying to read your expression. You don't look innocent per se, far too intent on watching what’s happening on the screen, but you don't look like you had altered motives. You lean your head onto his shoulder and soon the episode finishes, the scene that just played forgotten to you. But Kiku couldn't. Not that the scene, in particular, stuck with him, but more the transaction that happened after. And the thoughts that follow. The couple that had engaged in intimacy appear on the screen and start blushing, and you giggle at them. Kiku is too absorbed in watching your reaction. You lift a straw to your mouth, wrapping your lips around it as your eyes stay steady. How would you react if put in that situation?
“Have you ever been like that with someone?” The question sounds so vague, as many of Kiku’s questions are with them meaning a many numbers of things: romantically, what's on screen, the horizontal tango, or embarrassed about it.
“Nah, I’m a virgin.” You shrug, turning your head to look at him as you continue to think. “But I can see why people would be like that.” You then look away from Kiku, not looking too sure of yourself. “Though with you, maybe with you I would be?” Kiku splutters, eyes wide. You frown at him, confused. “What?”
“Why would you...” Oh god, you were so dense to the words coming out your mouth sometimes! Just like Alfred! “People may get the wrong idea if you say things like that.”
“Well, I'd hope you’d imply it like that. I mean, I do like you after all.” Kiku short circuits. Not in the sense that he blushes immensely and faints, nor does he sport a nosebleed. Instead, he just blinks owlishly, like he didn't hear you correctly. “Why are you pulling that expression? Kiku, you asked me on a date. So, it’s only natural that I acce--” You stop, looking worried and sad. “Is this... Unless this isn’t a date?”
“I didn't intend for it to be one.”
“Oh.” You sit up straight, away from him. “Do you not like me... like that?” You sheepishly look to the screen where the couple are talking animatedly.
“What... made you think that I do?” You swallow at the question. The way he asks. He doesn't. No one asks a question phrased like that with such a non-committal expression.
“Well, you... you let me be near you. And touched you. We've shared drinks. Gone on walks. I know you aren't fond of physical contact or romantics, and you just act differently around me. So, I thought you liked me too.” You give him a small smile, but there's nothing behind it. Just force. “I guess I just saw what I wanted.” You laugh, grabbing your elbow.
“So, you want me to kiss you?”
“Not if you don’t like me.” You look at him, pursing your lips. Next thing you know Japan is extremely close. You hold your breath, stiffening up. You feel his lips press onto your cheek softly, him lingering there for a second before moving back lightning fast. He too is sat there rigidly. “I said if you don't--oh... oh!” You beam, getting on your knees beside him. “You do!”
“Yes; please lower your voice.” His face doesn't look much different, reserved as usual, but his ears are as red as a cherry.
“I knew it!” You shouted excitedly, before covering your mouth and smiling. You lean forward, wrapping your arms around him, squishing him closer to your chest. You’re brimming with joy. That is before leaning away with an offended look on your face. “Then why were you asking in such an asshole-y way?” You scold him. Kiku blinks. Now he flushes! Looking all meek and avoiding your eyes.
“I don’t know...”
“Kiku!”
