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--wah!

[The yell is accompanied by an all too familiar BZZZZZT of the communicator as the device drops to the ground, giving a nice view of Japan shaking his hands off with a startled expression. He seems to be out near the lake, dressed in completely normal winter clothing aside from Turkey's Ottoman Empire hat thing balancing awkwardly on his head. He fixes it so it's less over his eyes and kneels down to the communicator with a frown.]

Ah, my apologies... I had intended to speak once I arrived at a nice destination, but it seems such devices are not so patient. [Irritation is there, underneath his polite way of speaking... But he eventually sighs, wrapping his scarf a bit more closely around his neck as he continues to walk, looking to the communicator.]

As some may know, I am the creator of the map program that many should have seen by now. That being said... I am interested in programming other things, though I cannot say I am sure where to begin. Is there anything useful that is needed? Or perhaps it is fine to do games... Ah, if such a thing interests you, please be sure to fill out the form at the end of this post. I will put it up shortly.

[He raises a hand up to fix that hat again, finally seating himself on the ground near the lake.] Though on one more note... Has everyone viewed memories that are not their own by this point? ...I am simply curious. [The video shuts off there, and as promised, it's just a few seconds later before the text is added.]

Please fill out this form if you are interested in asking me to program something. Name: Program Description: Why is this being requested?: Thank you. 人(--*)

[Feel free to run into Japan around Discedo too if you'd like! I'd be fine with him seeing any and all memories from you guys so go for it, and just ask if you want to see anything of Japan's.]

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[Marco successfully gets the pillow and so after Japan is bapped and asked that question, he just stares at the floor in frustration. His face is red...]

America-san was sober. And I did not... [He trails off from his lie and just frowns. He doesn't even want to admit it. Ever. And he's using every ounce of self control to not slap him.]

Please stop making fun of us. [That's a little quieter, and he does say 'us'...]

[Oh god. Marco just freezes, feeling horrible for once, and his eyes widen. He definitely didn't mean to really upset Japan. Definitely didn't. Was this a memory Japan liked? Fuck. Fuck. Damn it all to hell.]

Bushido... [Quiet voice. How does he fix it now?]

Ah... I'm sorry. [Flushes in frustration and sets the pillow gently in Japan's lap, leaning an arm around him.] Sorry. Really. [Leans his forehead against Japan's and takes one of Japan's hands to nudge it against Marco's own chin; miming punching him.] Free one. I deserve it. [Well kind of. He still maintains America is gross and ew Japan kiiiissed him! But he realizes he's being very grade-schooler about the whole thing.]

[Well, not liked... Really. Well. It's just. They were friends then. And silly and ridiculous and things were okay and he just felt like his emotions were completely being made fun of just now.

He frowns and just stares at the pillow in his lap.]

...I do not want to.

I wasn't making fun of you. Or at least... I certainly didn't mean to.

[He didn't even mean to tease him. Just sort of freaked out.]

Sometimes... [His mouth is dry. He gets up and offers a hand to Japan to help pull him up too. He needs to grab some tea. Or sake. Something.]

Sometimes, though you've always said such things aren't meant for you... I wonder why you're not with another country. Then you wouldn't have to worry about breaking world barriers or trying to remember them beyond here. [His eyes are dark, face might as well have been carved from rock.] Greece and Turkey both like you well enough, France well... France is like that with everyone... [Which is why Marco does not have the need to kill him ever.] Netherlands --

[Rubs the back of his neck.] For a country who's always alone, you're extremely popular, my love. And I wasn't expecting America to be...

[A threat. And America is like Garp. He can't fight him. Also. It was gross. :|] I just wasn't expecting it. [Quiet dark voice.]

[He does accept that hand, pulling himself up and setting the pillow back on the couch nearby. And he looks very ashamed now, not really looking directly at Marco... But he'll walk with him.]

P-please do not feel that way... Ah, I mean... [He's really not sure what to say. He doesn't feel popular... Or if he ever does he feels like it's for all the wrong reasons and people aren't understanding him.]

They all have someone else in mind for such things, surely. E-even if they did not, I do not... [...] I am with Marco and that is all that should matter. It was simply mistletoe...

[Tugs him forcefully close by the hand and kisses hard.]

I know.

[Shudders after he breaks the kiss.] Still -- yuck.

[He refuses to be mature about this.] Are there any other ex-boyfriends I should be warned about? Or ex-participants in lengthy amounts of kissing that I might be forced to experience; I should say.

[His heart still skips every time Marco does something like that, and he's startled speechless for a moment before pushing (more playfully this time) at Marco. He had never kissed a nation before!! It would be like kissing your best friend it was weird.

But Japan looks away in shame.]

...No boyfriends or anything like that. Ah... But if there are memories to deal with of that nature, it should only be Greece-san or Denmark-san... [...] And Italy-kun has kissed me, but he claims it is a greeting.

[So he means on the cheek LMAO]

[From what little he's seen and remembers about Italy that doesn't worry him. Seeing Greece or Denmark through Japan's memories he knows he will not enjoy.]

Not Turkey?

[It bears asking.]

N-not-- ah...

[Bringing up one person directly like that is embarrassing. They did have a ~moment~ back near Christmas/New Year's but... Nothing happened.]

We have been friends for quite some time, is all. He seems to enjoy that fact, but that is all...

But you did with Greece.

Eh... thank you for the forewarning at least.

W-we were viewing a list... ah... a ranking of which countries had the most-- t-t-that is, the population! Ah... um...

Does Marco want to know?

Had the most people? I thought China did?

[CONFUSED FACE HERE.]

N-no... [LONG PAUSE]

The most... ah... sexual intercourse... [saying it formally doesn't help Japan]

Right. Denmark and Sweden argued about that too, right?

...In a sense.

Ah, Greece-san was number 1 on the list... [NOT LOOKING AT MARCO AT ALL.] While I was last. ...I asked Greece-san if he enjoyed doing it outside as well, and he said he enjoys the freedom... I commented that I envied his vigor, and, well...

[This is like the only game Japan would even be able to say this wow]

Wow. Japan... Just. Wow.

[Kisses his forehead.] Only you, eh. [He's actually taking this pretty well. So at least there's that.]

I-I do not know about this sort of thing--! [He's so inexperienced and lame wow... But the forehead kiss is nice.]

...In any case, that is a memory I've long attempted to remove completely, so...

[Shudders.] Hopefully it will not be brought up. [Pounds fist to his own forehead.] I can't tell if they're triggered by thoughts or not. I was thinking about how Garp and America are alike... and then that.... and then thinking about leopard print patterns led Tatsumi to see Pops' nurses...

Eh.

S-should I think about something else?!

Eh... [Breaks into that sake he's been saving for a special occasion and pours himself a glass. Then Japan too. And drinks his.]

Is there anything of my memories I should warn you about? I mean I've killed a lot of people... but you already knew that.

[Ah, sake. But he accepts his glass and takes a small sip before looking over to Marco.]

That is for Marco to decide, isn't it?

[Furrows his brow in thought.]

It's not like any of my memories are secret. I'm just not sure if any of them would bother you.

W-well, I'm certain it would be fine. Perhaps I may be startled if I experience any, but I can speak to Marco about them afterwards...

[Now that he's thinking about it, he wonders what things he'd ever have to warn Marco about. Aaaand sipping sake.]

Ah all right. Understood. [Randomly tugs Japan into another forceful kiss. Mostly just to celebrate the fact that he's no longer freaking about feeling like he kissed Garp 2.0 :|]

I'm sure it'll be fine.

[That's surprising but not unwelcome, and so he kisses back before looking shyly down at his sake.]

Certainly so.

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