Rolling Heat

Part 2

Japan almost collapsed on his knees, and only his feet, gripping the ground, stopped him from falling. He groaned weakly.

"I...can't hold out much longer..." he whispered desperately.

China looked at him with tender love and affection in his eyes. "We'll get through this together aru..." He mumbled.

Out of respect and amazement for Yao, Japan tried to hold on. The pressure built and spread into their bodies once again. Japan moved experimentally, and China moaned, alighting Japan with new energy.

He was going to see this through to the end...since it sure as hell was going to be worth it. Torture now because of the position, but Japan would soon receive the heavenly ectasy that he so desperately needed now.

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China's hands shook like an earthquake, and he dropped the pan. Japan squealed like a girl. What in the world are they doing?

China and Japan were currently standing side by side while holding a big pan over the fire and moving it slowly to cook the food inside of it evenly. Well, they were, until China dropped the pan and left poor Japan to hold it on his own.

"Eh! China…it's heavy!" Japan panicked.

"Hold on aru, hold on aru!" China said, before pulling out a metal tray to put the huge wok on top of. Japan dropped it onto there gratefully, and they both sighed in relief.

Japan found that, as he slowly regained China's trust, that it was harder and harder to not get involved in Yao's crazy antics, most of which involved cartoons and cooking. China was the perfect Asian parent to Japan: you couldn't live with them, but you couldn't live without them, so you just had to figure it out. Kiku has never had a peaceful meal with Yao since. Even in front of the other nations, China would knock Japan's hands around and take away the soy sauce container if Japan was eating improperly. It drove him nuts.

With love.

And if you were wondering, Kiku knew that he had a sick, twisted, and stupid mind. He just had to work with it. This simple fact about Japans feelings for Yao also made impossible Yao's hopes of the two of them returning to their former relationship.

"Okay, we're almost done. Come on aru." China commanded, readying himself to pick up the burning pan.

Japan blanched and started shaking his head no. "I feel like I'm on fire, we can't do this anymore! Why can't we use gloves?"

"I can't feel the heat, so I won't know when to stop cooking it." Yao explained.

"That doesn't make sense at all!! Why can't you time it?" Kiku argued.

"I can't tell aru." China grabbed Japan's hands and put them on the panhandle. It felt like he was lighting himself on fire, and Japan, rightfully so, started to cry.

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"Mmm, that was so good! Worth the hard work, aru right?" China said, patting his full stomach.

"Heh…heh…sure…I'm….done…" Japan panted. China had decided to teach him better manners again that time, and Kiku was going to snap from frustration if Yao didn't stop.

However, what frustrated him the most was the fact that when he was younger, these rules were all second nature to him. He was never scolded this way as a child.

"China-san…?"

"Hah?"

"When…when I was younger…" Japan began. China stiffened at the broaching of such a personal topic, but Japan had to press on. "…did I know all these rules of eating? You never sco-chided me then."

Yao sighed, a slow, old man's sigh, and Kiku felt his heart break and his throat hitch. "..When you younger aru…I never tell you to fix how you hold plate. I just tell you to fix how you holding chopsticks aru. You were kid then aru. Kids do funny things aru." He finished.

The two of them sat there for a long time, lost in nostalgia and painful thoughts. Finally, Japan walked over to China and hugged him. Yao smiled sadly and hugged him back. Kiku pushed Yao to the ground underneath him, and kissed away Yao's pain.

FIN

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