Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Note: I would be using their character names, mostly. This is an AU-ish fic. Also, I would like to apologize early for any out of character behaviour and/or poor plotting.

Warning: This is a BL (BoysLove) fic. If you are not interested or strongly against it, I insist that you should look for something else to read. Thank You.

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The sight of each other in the battle field somehow unnerves them. At the same time, it relieves them. Other than the two, there are only trees surrounding them as their witnesses. There will be no other to confront them. Their soldiers are either fighting another battle near them or dead.

The sounds of bullets and bombs ring in both of their ears. Neither of them could hear each other, but it was not a problem. They did not need it.

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Kiku knew that he would be siding with what the other perceives to be the enemy, but it is something that could not be helped. The responsibility as his people's country and as well as their future rides with the decision. He, in the least, should be able to understand that.

But in all expected stubbornness, Arthur did not understand. He did not agree with it. He will continue to never do so. "You've gone barking mad."

The conversation never went further than that. Arthur dismissed it as a topic that is much of a bother to bring up again, and Kiku will continue to do what is planned. He did not need the Englishman's approval, nor did he need his opinion. Arthur knows this, of course.

It is like back then at 1933.

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Both are muddy and drenched in sweat; their clothes, near ruin with rips and tears and blood stains found at almost every angle. Arthur thrusts deeper into Kiku, making the other's violent red eyes close shut in pleasure and pain. Sounds have been neutralised by an explosion.

Kiku's gunshot wound irritates him; his head is swirling to the point of excruciating nausea. He glances at his thigh to see blood spreading under the bandages. Kiku notices a shadow rising above him and sees Arthur creeping over once more. Their kisses bruise one another, as if it were a battle. It probably is.

Arthur sits up and places his hand on Kiku's wound, then abruptly stops moving. He applies pressure on the wound to prevent it from bleeding any faster. Kiku takes the pistol used against him and shoots Arthur at the shoulder. Arthur grimaces in pain. Kiku smiles a devil's smile, making his eyes glow of disturbing malice.

These types of wounds can never kill a nation. They both know this, yet they seem to act like it could. Arthur sees Kiku's smile in the dim light of the forest. Kiku's head continues to swirl in pain as Arthur continues his bittersweet movements. The piercing sound of gunshots and bullets not far from them is only heard.

The carnage near them becomes silent. Kiku moans at the feel of almost unfamiliar warmth growing in his stomach. An odd sense of worry swallows Kiku instantly, but the effort of moaning in pleasure and surprise at Arthur's continuing thrusts overtakes his mind. It has been years since their last time together. So many other things should be worried about right now.

Kiku does not care, and neither does Arthur.

Arthur, with more effort from his good arm, raises Kiku onto his lap. His head and shoulders hit a trunk of a tree, his lower back resting on the muddy ground below him. He pushes himself back to sit a bit more comfortably against the tree. Kiku snakes his arms around Arthur's neck. His face is flushed, and his breathing pants for more. He involuntarily moves himself up and down but stops at the feel of his irritable wound.

"I'm going to lose." Arthur says rather calmly, looking at the direction where the battle was. He slides his hand up and down Kiku's slippery back, and then rests it again on Kiku's gunshot wound. Arthur looks at Kiku in the eye, "what have you been doing since I saw you last?"
"It is just inevitable to have you lose."
"I'd like to disagree."
"Then what would you call it?"
"Great underestimation of the enemy."

"Arthur, you must understand me this time. A nation so great such as yourself is doomed to fall later on." Kiku mocks boldly and arrogantly. "I'm not the same as I used to be," he adds nonchalantly. Arthur thrusts in protest. Kiku lets out an adorable sound, making Arthur impulsively move once more.

"You never fail to amuse me, really." Arthur whispers as he pulls Kiku into a soft, long kiss. Kiku can feel Arthur's triumphant smirk. They break contact for a second and kiss one another again. It is now in a more passionate manner. Kiku bites Arthur's tongue but their electric connection does not falter.

Somewhere in the distance, the sound of a bike's bell rings in their ears. A gunshot is heard, and then many others. Another explosion follows.

Boom.

The two continue their serious and playful reunion until they are both spent and exhausted. They rest for long hours in their uninterrupted position against the tree. The unmerciful noises of battle have ended for a while already. Arthur did indeed lose.

Arthur stirs himself awake and looks down at Kiku sleeping peacefully in his arms. He feels sticky at where he and Kiku are joined together. He tightens his embrace on Kiku, waking the sleepy other. Arthur smiles warmly and lightly kisses Kiku's dirtied porcelain skin.

Kiku's dangerous red eyes have become duller. The nauseating swirl in his head is brought down to some sort of light dizziness. His stomach feels weird and somehow awkward. He tries not to mind it as he and Arthur lift themselves up from the jungle floor to get ready to go back in their murderous war.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow." Arthur says lightly and rather subconsciously. He hugs Kiku amorously and kisses him full on the lips. He heads off into the direction of the battle they hid from. Arthur only looks back once before disappearing from Kiku's sight.

Kiku's stomach feels weird and awkward. He places a hand on top of it.

It feels very weird and awkward.

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1933 is the year Japan withdrew from the League of Nations.
Their sexy time is around the time of the Fall of Singapore in World War II, 1941 - 1942.
Arthur's parting words come from Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare.

I've always imagined Kiku to be very violent and evil-like during WWII, hence, his behaviour here.
Arthur's odd romantic behaviour comes from a fact I've read some time ago that he is a romanticist deep inside. Ha ha ha.

There will be another chapter.
I hope this excites you in [at least] the tiniest bit.

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