now found himself pacing ever so restlessly in front of France's house, his mind kicked into overdrive as he tried to think up a good reason

as to why he was even there in the first place (really, how did he navigate his way without thinking) and at such an ungodly hour. After a

few more steps and releasing a resigned sigh, he finally turned to the door. He had come all this way after all..

(( For Furansusan >w< ))

Francis was half-asleep, already beginning to sleep when he heard the door ((wait, i'm oout of home will finish this later))

(( alright, no worries ))

. Cursing, he took his bathrobe -because he never slept with clothes on- reluctantly turned on the lights and made his way downstairs. "Who

is it?" He asked, trying to not to sound too grumpy.

As the lights flickered on beyond the door, Kiku stiffened and straightened his back in attention. "Pl-Please excuse my intrusion at such a

late hour-it-it's Japan!" he announced through a stutter before he collected himself when the door was finally pulled opened to reveal the

other nation. Under the other's scrutiny, he cringed a little but willed himself to stand firm.

"...Japan?" This was certainly not forseen. He thought it was most likely to find england on his doorstep rather than a nation he barely

ever spoke to. "What brings you here at such a late hour?"

"Ah-well-about that-" He could feel his cheeks heat up quickly at the question and he fought the urge to fiddle with the hem of his scarf.

"It-It is a rather delicate matter but - well - perhaps if-a-iya-" He could feel his courage was rapidly diminishing.

"Come in, come in, you'll freeze out there." He says, a bit interested on what he had to say. He turned on the heat on the living room and

signaled him to seat. "Do you want something to drink? Tea, perhaps?" Francis was always a good host, even when he was more asleep than

awake.

Dipping his head forward in gratitude, he shuffled into the house and toed his shoes off out of habit. Seating himself awkwardly in the

chair, he cast a quick look around the room, a little surprised with its tidiness. "..if it is no trouble. Yes, please. Thank you."

smiles at him, going to the kitchen and boiling some water. He made himself a cup of coffee and brought it over

to the living room, together with the tea and some home made cookies to the living room. "So, what brings you here, Kiku?"

(( brb late dinner >w< ))

((k~ have fun))

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stands up for a moment in hopes of helping Francis but seeing as the man shaking his head a little, he falls back into the chair and looks

at the cup of steaming tea before him, his brows furrowing in deep thought. Ah, how should he word this..? "Well, it's a.." he starts with a

slight tremor to his voice, keeping his eyes solely trained on his tea. "..something rather..embarrassing."

Francis sips his coffee, no sugar in it so it has a better effect on keeping him awake, already more interest on what the other had to say,

Japan just looked too... embarrassed and that wasn't something easy to do to that nation. "No need to worry about 'embarrasing' with me,

chéri." He was -with Antonio, and Gilbert- the epitome of what others would consider embarrasing.

He flustered a little but he nodded decisively, taking France's words into consideration. If he had indeed walked here straight from their..

his house without a second thought then it seemed somewhat logical that France was the person to him help out with his slight problem. Why,

the nation was built on a culture of romance, no..? He curled his fingers against the material of his trousers. "It's..Eri..Denmaaku-san."

Francis had been able to tell what the other nation was worrying about the minute he saw him, yet he didn't know who the person was. He

could say he was a little shocked when he heard it was Denmark. "Erik?" Oh. So Japan was in love with Denmark... Or were they in love?

He hunched his shoulders, feeling thoroughly embarrassed when France said his name out loud. He fidgeted in his seat. "..hai." Noticing

the deliberate questioning silence placed between them by the other man, Kiku glanced up to meet the curious glint in those eyes.

"What about Erik?" He inquired, thinking the other would die of embarrasment if he pointed out his thoughts based on Japan's reactions.

"..he is..loud," he finally said, albeit a little lamely after much hesitation. "Too loud perhaps..and this makes things a little

difficult." He opted to be indirect (that was how he always went about) in the wild hope that France could somehow read between the lines.

((definitely didn't see that one coming XDDD))

"Oh. Oh" So they were dating, had already had sex, and Kiku being the quiet person he is was alarmed about how loud Denmark was?

picked up his cup of tea to distract himself, though it took a lot of his concentration to not drop it form his shaky fingers. "..I do not

know what to do. Being a reserved and somewhat naive person such as myself when it comes to such matters..I'm very sorry to trouble you with

this." He dipped his head forward in an apologetic bow.

"So... Why is he being loud a problem?" He asked, he himself being a bit loud.

was taken aback by the response and he stared at Francis, at a loss for a moment before a blush took over his face. "H-How can it not be?"

"How many times have you guys done it?" He asks, taking a small cookie.

"Th-That-!" He soon found himself starting to question whether approaching France really was a good idea. Belatedly, he admired how

remarkably comfortable westerners were with such a topic.

"Alright..." Wrong question to ask to a japanese man. "Then... Just how loud does he get?"

Taking a quick sip of his tea, he kept his lips pressed against the rim. "..enough for the neighbours to take interest," he mumbled.

"Hm..." He wanted to giggle a bit, but he thougt it would make the other even more uncomfortable. "Does he yells something in particular,

or his moans are just too loud?"

He resisted the urge to hide his face with a forced nod. "Yes," he answered shyly to both as he shamefully recalls. "As well as talking

about..very shameful things that really shouldn't.." He reddened immensely and cut himself short.

"So I assume you're the quiet type?" He finishes his coffee and leaves it on the coffee table. "Dirty talk is quite common... But does it

turn you off?"

Not in 2D form, he thought to himself but he ignored the little voice in his head and shook his head fervently. "I do not know," he replied.

"Have your neighbors actually complained?" He found that difficult to believe, people used to brush off that sort of stuff.

"Well, no..not really," Kiku flustered, realising how foolish he must have sounded to France then. "But it is only natural to assume they

do talk of such things amongst themselves.." he adds, fiddling with his cup.

"Have you talked to Erik about this at all?" He asked, still looking calm -at least one of them should be-

Scandalised, he shook his head hard. "No! I-I-I would rather die if I should tell him of such embarrassing things!"

"Kiku... You should really try and talk to him..." or wear earplugs when having sex. And possibly giving your neighboors a box of them

as well.

He opened his mouth to protest but decided against it to take in France's words. Yes, he must take into consideration that he and Erik view

things differently and France was perhaps correct. But how should do so? He couldn't simply tell him like that. What if Erik becomes upset?

"..hence I have sought for your advice. You are aware that Erik tends to...overlook at times. I..how do you suggest I approach him?"

"...Just what kind of things does he say so loudly that it embarrasses you?" He wonders, taking another cookie.

shifts in his seat, his fingers fiddling with hem of his scarf to ease the awkwardness a little. "Things like..where this goes a-and how

that eats and swallows and..h-how-" His face flushes incredibly red and he stopped there, unable to say more.