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So... it's summer. And I have no excuse for not updating. I'm sorry, and you may kill me like that Artemis chick did to the Axis. (trIGGERED-)

But there's something I need to state first. This chapter contains sexual content. Between the two main characters this story. ;3 No, they aren't gonna go ALL the way, not yet. ;D But yeah, enjoy it, you horny bastards.

So yeah, island episodes. Woo. I couldn't find the exact episode(s), because I couldn't find it/them on the FUNimation website and I'm too lazy to search anywhere else (because I'm a lazy dumbfuck), but I have watched the episode(s), yet I haven't watched them in a while, so it might be a bit inaccurate. I'm sorry ;-;

Anyway, I hope you've been having a great summer so far (mine's been pretty meh... I had my birthday back at the end of May [forgot the mention that... so happy late birthday to me, I guess?], and not much has happened, so... *shrug*), and enjoy the chapter (if you can, at least)!

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. . .

The next day was quite... eventful, to say the least.

It started off with Italy doing... "Italy things," and Germany yelling at him. Pretty average day.

I was still shaked up about my nightmare, so I was quiet for a lot of the morning. That dream... it was too realistic to be just a dream. From the taste of Italy's blood to the emotion I saw from the Axis, it felt too... real.

I was sitting under another tree, staring off into space. I was picking at the bottoms of my cutoff shorts (I had to cut off the pant legs of my jeans when it got too hot, which sucked ass, because I really liked those) subconsciously while facing the ocean, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore almost calming me down.

Key word: Almost.

"Are you arright, Kiki-san?"

I yelped and turned to my left to see Japan, looking down at me, barely holding back a smile and a mischievious glint in his eyes. I didn't think about it at the time, but that's... extremely uncharacteristic of him. He was usually emotionless, and never did something out of another's expense, even if what something small, like scaring them, even lightly.

"Yeah Japan, I'm fine, why?" I stated, giving him a fake smile.

Japan narrowed his eyes, no longer amused. "私はあなたが横たわっている知っています。私に真実を教えてください," he requested. [I know you are lying. Please tell me the truth.]

My eyes widened in shock. How can he read me like a goddamn book? I sighed and patted the sand next to me. It's hopeless. Guess I'll never know.

He sat down and stared at me, waiting for answers. I hesistated and began. "So... I had a dream last night."

Japan raised an eyebrow. "Is that arl?" His eyes suddenly widened and his face became red.

I choked on air. "N-not a dream like that!" My face felt hot and I held my head, feeling a headache coming on.

"G-gomenasai," he apologized. "I-I thought—"

"It's fine," I reassured him. "Can I continue?"

Japan nodded, still blushing slightly.

"That dream.. I don't even know how to explain it. All I know is that someone—" I almost choked. "S-someone... extremely similar to me... I was watching everything through their eyes, but... they were in control... a-and..."

Third Person

"...they killed people."

Japan's eyes widened slightly. Kill...? He had killed people in the past, but that was only because he was in war, he was fighting for his country. But in all of the time he knew Kiki, he knew that she didn't have the heart to kill someone.

The heart he had.

"Kiki-san." Japan said bluntly. Kiki looked at him, tears shimmering in her eyes. She looked quite vunerable, and he wouldn't mind licking some of her salty tears, moving down to her sweet pale neck—

Wait, what?

Japan shook the indecent thoughts out of his head and stared at Kiki, his brown eyes unwavering. "Have you ever done the things this person did in your dream in real rife?"

She shook her head.

"Have you ever thought about it or are pranning to?"

"Wha—no!"

"Then there is no need to worry, Kiki-san," he started. "You are a good person, I can terl. If you were untrusting, I wourd have tord Germany-san and Itary-san to make you reave at this point."

Kiki stared at him. "...I'm not sure whether to be flattered or offended."

"Frattered," Japan said, laughing softly.

Kiki laughed too, and they switched topics, having a good laugh inbetween.

...What was this girl doing to him?

. . .

Japan sighed, running a hand through his black hair. It had been a stressful day for him. The Allies had attacked, well, tried to, anyways, and not surprisingly, they had failed. Maybe it had been America's stupidity, or how England and France argued, possibly their fighting tactic. America had sent China to fight, yelling "CHINA, I CHOOSE YOU!" (Japan had heard Kiki laugh at that, though he didn't understand why, it wasn't even slightly humorous.)

China had been able to knock him and Germany out, but the moment Japan was hit, he heard Kiki yell, "HERE COMES DAT BOI!" and high-kicked China in the head, knocking him out as well. Before he went unconscious, he heard her scream with the same confidence in her voice, "OH SHIT WADDUP!"

Sometimes he never understood her.

After he and Germany woke back up, Kiki explained what happened after they passed out. Apparently Russia was able to catch Kiki (After running for five minutes in a winter coat—Japan didn't understand that man, either. In fact, he didn't understand a lot of people.) and restrain her, even after she kneed him in the, uh, "baby batter machine." (Japan cringed just by her telling him about it.)

Afterwards, the ghost of Holy Rome somehow came and scared the Allies off, saying that "they'd be back tomorrow."

Kiki told him that she was busy questioning her sanity to respond.

Japan looked over from the fire to see Kiki and Italy asleep by a sandcastle. He chuckled. He recalled them building it before they passed out from exhaustion. Italy was laying on his back, using his jacket as a blanket, and looking as happy as ever.

Kiki, on the other hand, was hunched over, about to go face first into the halfway finished sandcastle, and seemed to be shivering.

Japan stood up and picked her up bridal style, accidently getting a whiff of her scent. She smelt like blueberries, mostly likely from her shampoo, which somehow still kept its scent, and the scent of palm trees, undoubtedly from the island.

It was quite nice.

He leaned to getting another sniff, and placed her by the fire. He crawled on top of her, not crushing her, keeping his balance on his hands and knees.

What was he doing? This was indecent, and not what he, as a gentleman, was pemitted to do.

But she was just so... intriguing.

He leaned down again to get another smell, before he stopped at her neck. The very same neck that gained his attention earlier that day. Her head was facing the left, her hair pooled around her, her neck exposed, vulnerable and left out for the world to see.

Japan noticed that during their stay at the island, her skin had gotten a bit of pigment returned to it, giving her a slight tan.

He bit his lip. The Asian was getting desperate at this point.

"Just... one r-rick wouldn't mean anything..." he stuttered, blushing. He took off her glasses and put them above her head, and leaned down and licked the girl's neck.

It was... strange. Not bad, but just... strange.

He could taste her cold sweat, which only aroused him even more.

He gave her a long lick to her collarbone to the beginning of her cheek. She let out a soft moan in her sleep, which almost threw him over the edge. He started biting softly, leaving a small hicky, and trailed a hand up her thigh. He left sloppy kisses and strong sucks almost everywhere, and massaged her crotch through her shorts.

He stopped when he realized what he was doing.

He pulled away quickly and saw what he had left behind. There were many dark marks in her neck and even the crotch of her shorts were slightly damp from him stroking her.

Japan was about to have a panic attack.

I molested her... OHGODOHGODOHGOD... he panicked in his head. He then felt something twitch in his pants. He looked down and...

...well, let's just say that Mount Fuji is a pretty big mountain, isn't it?

The noirette wanted to kill himself out of shame.

Commit some fuckin' seppeku in this bitch.

He covered his groin with his jacket, and looked around to see if everyone was asleep. He breathed a sigh of relief when they were. He stood up, still covering his groin, and ran to the nearest tree.

He leaned on the back of it and started to unbuckle his pants. He was taught as a young child by China (quite awkward, as well) that touching yourself was "improper" and the only sexual activity you were allowed to engage in was sex with your wife.

But fuck that, Japan didn't really care at the moment. He just needed to get rid of it as soon as possible.

And no one liked blue balls.

He pulled down his boxer briefs and his erection sprang free from its confines, pointing upward and leaking precum already. He grasped it with shaky hands, flinching when it twitched in his hand.

He began to stroke softly and slowly, taking his time. He had only heard about this, and he wanted to see how it felt.

He moaned softly, his face practically red. God, it was wonderful.

His mind began to wander, eventually landing on Kiki—no, Aphrodite.

He imagined her grabbing onto his cock nervously, staring at it with wide eyes, her mouth watering slightly.

"Like this?" she asked, before moving her soft, silky hand up and down.

Japan moaned a bit louder, not caring who heard him at this point. It was just him and his fantasies.

Aphrodite moved forward a bit, then giving the head of his dick a shy yet bold lick, before taking it into her mouth.

Japan pumped a bit faster as his moaning became louder and his thoughts became even more lewd.

Aphrodite began to go even deeper, using her hand to stroke whatever her mouth couldn't reach. She released it with a 'pop' and licked up the shaft on the vein, keeping eye contact with him the entire time.

Drool fell from Japan's mouth and onto the ground, but he didn't care. He went even faster, if that was even possible, letting out shaky moans and gasps.

His fantasy shifted to her riding him, her hands on his chest, mouth wide open and one eye closed as she bounced on him.

Japan could feel something building up in his stomach, and pumped as fast as he could, eager to release.

"KIKU!" she screamed, her juices coating his dick.

That image sent him over the edge. Thick strings of cum shot from his dick as he bit his lip so hard that he could taste blood to prevent himself from screaming out her name.

He stared at his puddle of cum on the ground as he caught his breathe and his dick begin to soften. The Asian came to a conclusion.

He wanted her.

And he was going to get her.

. . .

*insert Lenny face here*

Well, how's that boner/lady boner doing? ;D

Just kidding, I hope you liked that, you horny fucks.

The story's going from T to M with this chapter. And if you aren't satisfied with that, I'll make sure you are in the future, my dear reader.

I hope this made up for my hiatus, sorry about that. And look forward to more chapters like this! ;^)