Ok, so this was written for my Japan, because she wanted some JaIta smut. So yeah XD Please enjoy. I sucks though... -first time truly writing smut, actually...-

Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya, blah blah blah we know all this XD If I really owned APH, all this shiz would go down in the series, SO THERE. :3 I luv you guys.

Note: Uh... I know nothing of Germany's landscape XD So don't hate me if I'm wrong on this.

The day was bright and cloudless, the skies over Berlin calm and blue. A slight breeze made its way over the grass before rustling the neat black strands of Kiku's hair. The Japanese man stared out across the countryside, taking in the sprawling suburbs that dotted the plains of the outskirts of Germany's capitol. Kiku sighed and closed his eyes, reveling in the peaceful atmosphere.

"Japan-kuuun!"

Of course.

Kiku released another sigh, though this one out of exasperation. He turned slightly to acknowledge his ally's presence.

"What do you need, Italy-san?"

Feliciano bounded up behind him, giggling and pulling the smaller man into his arms.

"Nothing," the Italian sang, a smile evident in his voice though Kiku couldn't see him. "Ne, Japan-kun, it's nice today, isn't it?"

Kiku blinked, having expected Feliciano to go off on a tangent about pasta. "Ah… yes, it is…" It was then that he realized his position and he scrambled away from the brunette, blushing heavily. "T-that was a violation of my personal space, Italy-san!" he protested, brushing grass from his pants indignantly.

Feliciano pouted before smiling again and producing a box. Kiku blinked in confusion.

"What… is that?" he asked, nervous about the contents of the package.

The Italian giggled and opened the box, pulling out two white cups with plastic lids. "Gelato!" he explained, his accent adding a foreign air to the word.

Kiku paused, relaxing slightly as Feliciano set the treat on the grass to dig through the box, finding a pair of spoons. He smiled gently and at his Japanese ally as he handed Kiku a cup and a spoon. The black-haired man inclined his head in thanks and the two countries sat beside each other on the hill, enjoying their gelato and the other's company.

"Nn… Italy-san, what brought this on?" Kiku asked after several minutes. He was almost done with his gelato, the sweet taste having quenched his empty stomach.

Feliciano swallowed a spoonful of the treat before setting the utensil between his teeth in thought. "Ne, I just wanted to spend time with Japan-kun!" he finally said, giggling again though with a slight blush.

Kiku noticed the flush on his friend and felt heat fill his own face. He looked away quickly before the other nation could see him. He took another spoonful of gelato.

It was then that Feliciano shifted. Kiku wasn't aware of how close the Italian was until he felt warm breath on his neck and arm around his waist. He squealed, attempting to pull away, but Feliciano's arm prevented him from moving.

"I-iyada, Italy-san!" Kiku exclaimed, squirming in his friend's grasp. Feliciano whined in response and his head twisted so that he was nuzzling Kiku's neck. The Japanese man yelped at the contact, but the noise quickly became a moan as he felt Feliciano's lips against the skin beneath his collar. "I-Italy… san…!" he gasped, his body reacting to the other's ministrations.

Feliciano mumbled against Kiku's neck, moving so that he could wrap both arms around the other male's waist. "Nn… Japan-kun… I want to tell you something," he said suddenly, running his hand discreetly up and down Kiku's side. The black-haired man gasped gently.

"Wha… what is it, Italy-san?" came his voice, broken by gasps and moans as Feliciano's tongue forced red circles on his skin.

"Italy has always loved Japan… for a very long time," the brunette muttered faintly.

Kiku paused in his fidgeting to frown slightly. "Really…?" He was shocked at this statement, wondering why the man would live him of all people. Feliciano seemed much closer to Ludwig, and even Lovino, so why not either of those two? Kiku pondered this for a while before shivering: Feliciano had continued his ministrations.

"Nn… and I want to be with Japan-kun," Feliciano said, moving suddenly. He pushed Kiku down onto the grass and straddled his hips. Tan hands held onto the Japanese man's wrists to prevent him from pulling away. Kiku's flush increased and he squirmed under Feliciano.

The Italian blushed suddenly and leaned down, pressing his lips to Kiku's temple, eliciting a gasp from the black-haired male. Kiku moved once more but only managed to press their hips closer. Both sucked in breaths at the contact and flushed heavily.

"Italy-san!" Kiku moaned out, his back lifting off the ground and into Feliciano. The brunette pushed back, landing his lips on the other's jaw line. Feliciano's hands found Kiku's body again and he began to undo the buttons of the other male's uniform. Kiku, surprisingly, didn't push the Italian away now that he was free. He covered his eyes as if in shame and panted slightly. Never had be felt such happiness at being so close to someone! However, now that he was experiencing this with Feliciano, he wasn't sure how to react. What if he wasn't good? Or he didn't satisfy the other male, not living up to Italian standards? These worries filled his mind, and when Feliciano had gotten low enough on his body for him to realize, Kiku snapped his legs shut and gasped to pull air back into his lungs.

Feliciano paused, looking up at the other from his position over Kiku's stomach. "Ne, what's wrong, Japan-kun?"

Kiku's panting seemed to be carried off with the wind as a particularly long gust flew other the two countries, cooling their heated skin. "Ahn… I… I don't want to dissatisfy you, Italy-san…" the Japanese male muttered, his labored breathing breaking his words.

Feliciano blinked before smiling. "Eh? Of course you won't dissatisfy me, Japan-kun! I love you!" The Italian supported his words by bringing himself up to Kiku's lips and landing a passionate kiss on them. Kiku widened his eyes in surprise before relaxing in Feliciano's arms, reveling in the feeling of the kiss. So the brunette really did care. Now he had nothing to worry about.

"Nn… in that case, please continue… Italy-san…"

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