I 3 Giripan!

Disclaimer: I do not own APH.

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"…and so Icarus's wings fell off, and he plummeted to the sea. His father searched for him, but he was never found." Greece looked at Japan sleepily, attempting to gauge the stoic country's reaction to the story.

"Your country has many interesting legends." Japan said, response as frustratingly neutral as ever.

"Yeah, I guess we do… Why don't you tell me some of Japan's legends? I bet they'd be better than my old stories." Greece smiled hopefully.

"I…" Japan trailed off, looking away from Greece. "I suppose I could…"

A golden smile graced Greece's face, and Japan blushed.

"I don't really know if this would count as a legend but… Once, a long time ago, a Chinese fleet was sailing toward Japan, with the intent to invade. The fleet was destroyed in a storm before it could make landfall, so the islanders called the storm 'kamikaze'."

"Kamikaze?" The word felt strange on Greece's tongue.

Japan nodded. "It means 'divine wind'."

"Is that all to the story?" The question seemed more curious than rude, to Japan's relief.

"Y-yes."

"Short stories are good, too." Greece said, trying to alleviate Japan's obvious (to him) discomfort. It didn't work.

"Y-yes."

Greece cast around for a new topic of conversation. His eyes lighted on Japan. Or, more specifically, his hair.

"Why do you wear it like that?" Greece asked, running his fingers along the blunt ends.

Japan turned crimson. "What do you mean?" Sheer force of will was all that stopped him from stuttering like a school-girl with her crush.

Slow, rolling movement. A shrug, perhaps? "It's very unique, that's all. It suits you."

"Th-thank you."

Greece yawned suddenly, so wide his jaw cracked. " 'S a nice day."He mumbled, laying back on the grass in Japan's yard.

"Yes, I-I suppose it is." Japan could still feel where Greece's fingertips had brushed along his cheek. He frowned slightly, the expression almost imperceptible. Greece never failed to confuse him.

"Wass wrong?" Greece slurred, making an effort to not fall asleep.

Japan jumped, embarrassed that he had let himself seem ill at ease in front of his guest. "Nothing. I'm fine." He muttered hurriedly, face dusted pink.

Another painful-looking yawn and Greece was asleep.

Japan sighed, more relieved than he'd like to admit.

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So? What did you think? Does it have potential? Do you want to read more?

By the way, the story Japan told is, as far as I know, true. ChiCho out!