just anything Greece/Japan
anonymous
November 12 2009, 06:37:26 UTC
Very little Greece/Japan fills D:
So, do whatever you want, as long as it has Greece/Japan (I'd be entirely too happy if it was smut, but it doesn't have to be). I'm just desperate for some Greece/Japan.
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The Little Things [4a/?]
anonymous
November 21 2009, 06:17:39 UTC
Hrrrnnngggghhh, I love you guys~ Pfft, I might as well apologise beforehand, due to my brain occasionally dying while doing these. So if anything reads a bit weird or rambles on, or… you know yeah, that’s why. Maybe.
But seriously, all your support makes me giddy and embarrassed and, uh… I sort of worry myself. So yes, thank you all so much.
The Little Things [4b/?]
anonymous
November 21 2009, 06:20:52 UTC
“Greece-san, this is…” He trailed off, as the nation held out the other end of the string towards him. A part of him had finally managed to connect the dots and work out what seemed to be happening; at the same time, however, he could help but continue to be confused. Almost as if he had misinterpreted something quite obvious.
Perhaps he does not know exactly what it symbolises…Yes, somehow, such an explanation could only work for so long before it became obsolete, and Japan could not even remember when he had begun to argue with himself over such foolish matters; they enjoyed each other’s company, what was the point of recalling each and every detail, trying to find some hidden meaning that did not exist (most likely, though at times
( ... )
The Little Things [5/?]
anonymous
November 21 2009, 06:27:05 UTC
five: tracing
It seemed, no matter how hard he tried, Japan could not bring himself to make eye contact for any more than a few seconds. It was so rude, after all, to stare at whomever he happened to be conversing with, but it seemed such rules did not apply to other parts of the world. America, at least, found it amusing and England was used to it (decided that it was far too much work to try and help the other with something insignificant), but at the same time he could not help but feel awkward over the entire matter
( ... )
The Little Things [6/?]
anonymous
November 21 2009, 06:31:26 UTC
six: a moment for you (even if years pass)
Japan sat up on the futon as he tugged his clothes back into place, while Greece watched on with half-lidded eyes. No matter how many years passed, the island nation could not help but be this way (modest, always careful of his words, and just… himself) but Greece knew he would never have it any other way. The murmur of life was muffled by the walls around them, closed windows keeping the night drafts out; a time and place where it seemed only they existed.
Then, for a single moment, despite how brief, Greece thought the other nation was about to stand and leave the room entirely, though it had not been something he had done in recent years. Even as he told himself that, Greece could only reach forward, while a small part of him questioned just how real this moment was - now now now, caught in the line between reality and dreams - and what it meant.
Silence.
Japan started a little at the light touch, even as Greece fought to remain awake. The island nation smiled at the gesture (affection
( ... )
Re: The Little Things [6/?]
anonymous
November 21 2009, 09:09:14 UTC
Anon, my love for you has reached impossible levels. You make Greece and Japan so themselves, so subdued and yet so vibrant, so utterly perfect for each other, that I fall in love with them all over again every time you update this fill. This fic should seriously be shown to anyone who's interested in Greece/Japan and even those who aren't.
Please, please do deanon this in the future, so that I can properly worship you.
The Little Things [7a/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 06:24:44 UTC
Hm, maybe I should have quit while I was ahead. Not to say these are bad, but… uh, I don’t know if there’s any real way to explain it. Also, part eight was longer than expected and sort of… I don’t know. I had the idea hanging around for a while, and even though it’s post WW2, it doesn’t really touch any real issues, due to me being, uh… yeah. Think I’ll just shut up now.
In any case, thanks for the continued support, guys~ I’ll try to be less fail-tastic next time.
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seven: rainy days, rainy daysFumbling with the sleeve of his coat for a moment, Japan squeezed the material to rid of the water it contained. Completely drenched, he could only berate himself for not being prepared for the downpour, even if it had been unexpected. Perhaps, he told himself, it was time to stop trying to calculate how quickly one could walk from one place to another, as if in hope the weather would continue to favour that individual
( ... )
The Little Things [7b/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 06:32:28 UTC
Greece reached forward, touching his hand lightly (cold, so cold; but they both were, and-) so that Japan glanced back up; “That’s fine.”
Their eyes met for mere seconds before the island nation turned away, apology muffled as he instead took one last, long look at the street before them. Most of his people were too busy to give them a second glance, huddled under umbrellas of muted colours as they hurried from one destination to another, and he was glad for it.
With one final glance back at the other nation - and making absolutely sure none of the cats were in his way prior to moving - Japan ran from under the shelter, careful not to collide with anyone in his haste.
-pitter-patter-pitter-patter-
The rain fell - down, always down - as it slid off umbrellas and onto the footpath; down his back, clothes heavy and already completely drenched. As the electronic doors slid open, allowing him entrance, Japan ran a hand through his hair uselessly. Droplets fell onto once-dry tiles, while the person at the counter murmured a greeting,
( ... )
The Little Things [8a/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 06:37:49 UTC
eight: without
Fingers twisted into white sheets, while Japan contemplated the possibility of successfully leaving the room before someone realised what had happened. He knew it was foolish - the pain that spread through his body like wildfire remained, despite the fact he had been bedridden for a number of weeks - yet he could not ignore his responsibility towards his people, who were struggling to pick up the pieces of their lives.
And while they tried to do it alone, lives torn apart so suddenly by bombs, he could do next to nothing. The room before him (white walls, the smell of anaesthetic; in many ways unnatural to him) was a blunt reminder, though it was impossible for him to forget.
The war was over though. Japan turned the fact over in his mind, despite having done so since that day, but could not seem to piece his thoughts on the matter clearly. So much had happened so quickly, and many people had died, but there were moments where the entire thing seemed to be nothing more than a dream
( ... )
The Little Things [8b/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 06:41:46 UTC
For his part, Japan tilted his head upwards as he traced the outline of the light above their heads, curious of the other’s reason for visiting. He could speculate, but no matter how he looked at the situation, the nation could not figure out any plausible explanation; aside from visiting for the sake of visiting.
Even as the thought occurred to him, he could not bring himself to really understand why anyone would take time from their own busy schedules for that alone.
But was there any real reason for him to complain? To not have doctors or nurses clamouring about, marking notes down as they spoke to themselves, and without the need of papers and politics, while he continued to hear his people in the distance (still unable to help them) was a welcome change.
To remember a time when he watched the clouds move - slowly, slowly - as cats milled about, content with how life was, despite everything
( ... )
The Little Things [8c/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 06:46:40 UTC
He would not have been surprised if he eventually mad with it all (words, actions, beliefs; screaming- screaming- blood on his hands, explosions, demands, questions, while the dead stretched out into foreverThe cats around him seemed to sense the discomfort, as they practically crawled on top of him and forced his attention on them. Japan accepted the distraction, aware that Greece continued to watch him. There were unspoken words, questions, neither felt ready to speak of out loud, and the mutual acceptance seemed to be enough to lighten the mood within the room; even if it was just a little, Japan appreciated it
( ... )
Re: The Little Things [8c/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 08:07:34 UTC
Hmm... is the problem you're speaking of about the pace? Part 7 did seem a little dragged-out, but I really do think it depends on personal opinion - one of the major appeals of Greece/Japan to me is how leisurely and calm they are with each other that seeps into the atmosphere surrounding them and just makes you want to curl up in a blanket and have a nice cup of hot chocolate.
...Sorry for rambling on. (See what the thought of them does to me?) Anyway, yeah, the pace did seem a bit off in that part, but I still finished it with a satisfied smile on my face. If you really do feel like you've run out of inspiration for this fill, though, please don't force yourself. The fact that you've already written eight lovely pieces for a pairing that I ache so badly for without finding anything new for them in weeks is more than enough to make people like me happy.
As for Part 8... get out of my head, anon! I've actually been tinkering around with a potential fic about Greece visiting Japan in the hospital much to the latter's surprise
( ... )
writer!anon
anonymous
November 28 2009, 10:51:14 UTC
Well, for me I think it was more the flow of the pieces which… I guess sort of frustrated me at times; going from point A to point B without making it too abrupt or something, is what I think I’m trying to say. The first half of part seven was easy enough to write, while eight ended up in fragments I had to try and bring together so… yeah. And since I’ve read them far too many times in one sitting, I’ll probably take another look later and see how it works out. Fff, I can’t really explain myself clearly. And thanks for the feedback on part seven; these are the sorts of things I need a second opinion on :)
… Hm, while a part of me feels that there’s only so much that can be written (before it begins to feel like a repeat of a previous fill/part) I still have some ideas with these two I want to get down. It might take time, but I really want to make something I can be proud of and that sounds really, really cheesy. But yeah, I probably need to step back for a bit as well, rather than pushing myself when I’m not really in the mood
( ... )
So, do whatever you want, as long as it has Greece/Japan (I'd be entirely too happy if it was smut, but it doesn't have to be). I'm just desperate for some Greece/Japan.
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But seriously, all your support makes me giddy and embarrassed and, uh… I sort of worry myself. So yes, thank you all so much.
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Perhaps he does not know exactly what it symbolises…Yes, somehow, such an explanation could only work for so long before it became obsolete, and Japan could not even remember when he had begun to argue with himself over such foolish matters; they enjoyed each other’s company, what was the point of recalling each and every detail, trying to find some hidden meaning that did not exist (most likely, though at times ( ... )
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It seemed, no matter how hard he tried, Japan could not bring himself to make eye contact for any more than a few seconds. It was so rude, after all, to stare at whomever he happened to be conversing with, but it seemed such rules did not apply to other parts of the world. America, at least, found it amusing and England was used to it (decided that it was far too much work to try and help the other with something insignificant), but at the same time he could not help but feel awkward over the entire matter ( ... )
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Japan sat up on the futon as he tugged his clothes back into place, while Greece watched on with half-lidded eyes. No matter how many years passed, the island nation could not help but be this way (modest, always careful of his words, and just… himself) but Greece knew he would never have it any other way. The murmur of life was muffled by the walls around them, closed windows keeping the night drafts out; a time and place where it seemed only they existed.
Then, for a single moment, despite how brief, Greece thought the other nation was about to stand and leave the room entirely, though it had not been something he had done in recent years. Even as he told himself that, Greece could only reach forward, while a small part of him questioned just how real this moment was - now now now, caught in the line between reality and dreams - and what it meant.
Silence.
Japan started a little at the light touch, even as Greece fought to remain awake. The island nation smiled at the gesture (affection ( ... )
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Please, please do deanon this in the future, so that I can properly worship you.
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This is beautiful.
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In any case, thanks for the continued support, guys~ I’ll try to be less fail-tastic next time.
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seven: rainy days, rainy daysFumbling with the sleeve of his coat for a moment, Japan squeezed the material to rid of the water it contained. Completely drenched, he could only berate himself for not being prepared for the downpour, even if it had been unexpected. Perhaps, he told himself, it was time to stop trying to calculate how quickly one could walk from one place to another, as if in hope the weather would continue to favour that individual ( ... )
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Their eyes met for mere seconds before the island nation turned away, apology muffled as he instead took one last, long look at the street before them. Most of his people were too busy to give them a second glance, huddled under umbrellas of muted colours as they hurried from one destination to another, and he was glad for it.
With one final glance back at the other nation - and making absolutely sure none of the cats were in his way prior to moving - Japan ran from under the shelter, careful not to collide with anyone in his haste.
-pitter-patter-pitter-patter-
The rain fell - down, always down - as it slid off umbrellas and onto the footpath; down his back, clothes heavy and already completely drenched. As the electronic doors slid open, allowing him entrance, Japan ran a hand through his hair uselessly. Droplets fell onto once-dry tiles, while the person at the counter murmured a greeting, ( ... )
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Fingers twisted into white sheets, while Japan contemplated the possibility of successfully leaving the room before someone realised what had happened. He knew it was foolish - the pain that spread through his body like wildfire remained, despite the fact he had been bedridden for a number of weeks - yet he could not ignore his responsibility towards his people, who were struggling to pick up the pieces of their lives.
And while they tried to do it alone, lives torn apart so suddenly by bombs, he could do next to nothing. The room before him (white walls, the smell of anaesthetic; in many ways unnatural to him) was a blunt reminder, though it was impossible for him to forget.
The war was over though. Japan turned the fact over in his mind, despite having done so since that day, but could not seem to piece his thoughts on the matter clearly. So much had happened so quickly, and many people had died, but there were moments where the entire thing seemed to be nothing more than a dream ( ... )
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Even as the thought occurred to him, he could not bring himself to really understand why anyone would take time from their own busy schedules for that alone.
But was there any real reason for him to complain? To not have doctors or nurses clamouring about, marking notes down as they spoke to themselves, and without the need of papers and politics, while he continued to hear his people in the distance (still unable to help them) was a welcome change.
To remember a time when he watched the clouds move - slowly, slowly - as cats milled about, content with how life was, despite everything ( ... )
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...Sorry for rambling on. (See what the thought of them does to me?) Anyway, yeah, the pace did seem a bit off in that part, but I still finished it with a satisfied smile on my face. If you really do feel like you've run out of inspiration for this fill, though, please don't force yourself. The fact that you've already written eight lovely pieces for a pairing that I ache so badly for without finding anything new for them in weeks is more than enough to make people like me happy.
As for Part 8... get out of my head, anon! I've actually been tinkering around with a potential fic about Greece visiting Japan in the hospital much to the latter's surprise ( ... )
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… Hm, while a part of me feels that there’s only so much that can be written (before it begins to feel like a repeat of a previous fill/part) I still have some ideas with these two I want to get down. It might take time, but I really want to make something I can be proud of and that sounds really, really cheesy. But yeah, I probably need to step back for a bit as well, rather than pushing myself when I’m not really in the mood ( ... )
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