"Let's go," Greece said. He took Greece's hand and lead him out the door. In the colder night air, his head felt clearer. Greece had his hands on both of Japan's shoulders. He met Japan's gaze in a searching, awake and surprisingly intense way.

"What's wrong? You haven't been yourself in a while," he said. "And 'it's nothing, I'm fine won't do this time....I really want to know, otherwise I'll just worry."

And Japan would feel guilty if Greece was worrying. Guilty and somewhat pleased that Greece cared, but mostly guilty.

"You see, I...I don't really belong in this sort of place. I'm not glittery, I don't dance well, just these sorts of outings make my back hurt. I don't think I can keep up with you," Japan said.

"I don't go out like this every night...." Greece said. "Mostly I read."

"But really, I'm just too old for such things," Japan protested. "What do I know about love? Or pleasing you?"

Greece looked confused, and tilted his head, as if he were trying to understand another language he was not entirely fluent in. "You're afraid I won't like you?"

"There's many more people out there who are more interesting," Japan said quietly. "I know I am far from the most exciting person in bed. I'm certain you've had better. All in all, I doubt I can offer you much."

"But I like you," Greece said.

Japan patted his hand. "Infatuation always makes us blind. But once the passion has calmed, I will fade in your estimation."

"No... I like you. I like that you're quiet and thoughtful...I like that you're reserved and fastidious and polite.... I'm not much for going out and partying, really, but I wanted to get along with your friends." Greece shrugged. "I'd prefer to stay in with you and nap or read aloud more of Haruki Murakami's works or watch dramas together...but some things must be done."

"All this time, all I could think was that I was prolonging the inevitable. I suppose I've been a fool."

"I've waiting this long for you. I'm not going to let you get away that easily, you know?" Greece said. He leaned in to kiss him, his hands still on Japan's shoulder's. Japan cupped his face and for once, only cared a little who might see them. After all, they were outside a gay bar and these things were to be expected. When the kiss was over, Greece stayed close, nuzzled forehead to forehead as Japan stroked his cheeks.

"Can we go home now?" Greece said.

"I don't think they'll miss us. I suppose we could send a text just in case, however," Japan said. "I wouldn't want them to be offended."

"Watching them dancing like that is making my back hurt in sympathy pain....I hurt it playing paintball last time, you see...." Greece said. He rubbed at his back. "I'm too old for all this, I guess."

"Me too," Japan said. They leaned close, taking hands like those besotted lovers the world always seemed to love to idealize.

Greece leaned to whisper And in bed....I've no complaints. Japan flushed, but it was only half embarrassment, and tempered with happiness. He murmured a thanks as they walked towards the bus stop that would take them home, where there would be no bright lights, but plenty of bed for the both of them.

so let's stay in
let the sofa be our car
let's stay in
let the TV be our stars
I found my dancing shoes but they don't fit
All the bright lights do is bore me
They bore me
I carry your heart here with me
I carry it in my heart
Ion Square, Bloc Party
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Thanks to everyone who replies, sorry if anything slipped through the editing process. Sleep is optional when it comes to nano, you know? Not that I'm remotely behind.

Hmm, I've filled almost every Greece/Japan request this meme and have my sights on another. Woo. /o/