"Let's go on a date!"

Japan would argue, but his protests would be no match for America's enthusiasm. Instead, he sighed and listened as America suggested going to the park near Japan's place. Japan thought to himself how the public venue might play some role in subduing America's boisterousness.

Of course, that was just America's personality, but Japan had seen another side of him. The day America had first asked him to be his boyfriend, his voice had been so soft, his hugs so warm. Somewhere in America, beneath all that excitement, was a gentle man, the tenderest boyfriend Japan could have asked for. He sometimes lamented that this quiet side of America rarely surfaced, but he was also touched by the fact that he was the only one who knew that America.

Japan agreed to meet America the next day at two o'clock in the park.

"You did not have to pay for me."

"What're you talking about, dude? Of course I did! That's what boyfriends do! They buy ice cream!"

"America, please lower your voice. We are in the park, you know, and there are other people here. Besides, since I am your boyfriend, your logic suggests that I should be the one paying for you."

"...No, it doesn't! Oh, come on, Japan, you know that I'm the boyfriend in our relationship!"

"Wh-What exactly do you mean by that?"

"Aww, you're blushing! You're so totally cute, you know that? Can we hug now?"

"We most certainly may not! I am paying you back for the ice cream right now."

"Okay, fine! You can pay me in kisses!"

"America! Please lower your voice!"

"How's the vanilla?"

"What? ...Oh, it is very good, thank you."

"Good! I'm glad that you like it!"

"How is your...ah...chocolate?"

"Not just chocolate, babe! It's a hot fudge sundae - whipped cream, nuts, and a cherry on top, obviously - with triple-swirl-chocolate ice cream!"

"That sounds...terrifying..."

"Um, if by 'terrifying,' you mean 'delicious,' then, yeah, it totally sounds 'terrifying!'"


"Is that a little smile I spy, Japan? You are just too cute!"


"What? It's just a little hug to show my looooove!"

"Please stop. Please stop. Please stop!"

"I'll stop if you give me a lick of your ice cream!"

"...What? Why would you want a lick of my ice cream?"

"It looks good?"

"It is not sanitary."

"Aww, come on, Japan, you've had my tongue in your mouth before!"


"It's sharing! Don't you want a lick of my sundae? You can have a lick if you want."

"I do not want a lick, thank you!"

"Ha, you're blushing again, cutie! Come on, just a little lick?"

"No. Hey! No- stop- wh-...H-Hey!"

"Mmm, the vanilla is good!"

"Sneak! You stole a lick of my ice cream!"

"Seriously, you're, like, the cutest thing ever, babe!"

"Yep, you're totally sick!"

Japan didn't feel the need to say 'I told you so' as he pulled his bed covers up to his chin. He shot his self-appointed nurse his most scathing glare as America took the thermometer out of Japan's mouth and sat beside him on the bed.

"Could you be any cuter, babe? Spoiler alert: the answer is no! Hey, you're shivering! You need me to keep you warm? We can snuggle!"

Japan wanted to be mad. He wanted so badly to tell America that this was all his fault for licking his ice cream and for being sneaky and gluttonous. He wanted to roll over and go to sleep, and he wanted America to stop talking and to go home.

He couldn't do any of those things.

America ran his fingers through Japan's bangs and rested his palm against his forehead. His blue eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled down at his boyfriend.

"It's just a little cold. You'll be better soon."

His voice was soft, finally. He stretched out beside Japan and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. When Japan looked up over his covers, America was looking back, a familiar tenderness on his face. He placed a soft kiss on Japan's forehead.

"You're blushing again, babe."