It seemed that the deeper Japan pushed into his mewling, panting lover, the more the tears would surge from his beautiful eyes. He'd loved China long enough to know he was not suffering, wasn't experiencing any sort of pain as he drove himself in an out. The older country had explained it to him once that the pressure pushing against his insides would force the tears out. Now, as China was pressed into the futon by his upper back while his lower back, hips, and legs were suspended in the air, jerking and bouncing as he was repeatedly penetrated, Japan couldn't help but see his logic.