Dimly, over the roar of blood in his ears, he heard Hong Kong yell, “Loser treats everyone to dinner tonight!” Somehow, Japan managed to wrench Thailand off him and scramble to his feet and throw himself at Hong Kong who was laughing hysterically. Somewhere in the back of Japan’s mind, he made a note to capture this rare moment as he and Hong Kong tumbled to the floor. He was just starting to turn the tables against Hong Kong when China shouted over the din, “EVERYONE! Kiku’s knees! The backs of his knees!”
Japan’s eyes widened in shock but he barely had time to protest before someone’s fingers – Taiwan? Thailand? – found his most sensitive spot. Instinctively, Japan shrieked again and tried to wriggle free, but Hong Kong was suddenly there, pinning him down with a vice-like grip. “The spot just under his ribs! The nape of his neck!” China hollered, and Japan honestly felt like he was going to spontaneously combust. And then China himself was on top of him, and he was tickling his absolute weakest spot – the soles of his feet.
A strangled cry escaped Japan’s lips, his eyes rolling back in his head. This feeling of utter helplessness that was overcoming him – he’d never felt this way, not even when he was losing the war. Now, Japan was a man with a great deal of pride. He took it upon himself to never give up any challenge, to always uphold his honour and dignity, no matter what it took. But this – this torture – he might consider giving in, just this once.
“I give up!” Japan gasped when China’s fingers fumbled, giving him an opportunity to draw a breath. Abruptly, the torture stopped, Taiwan, Korea, Hong Kong and Thailand sitting back on their heels, trying to catch their breaths, Korea grinning like a Cheshire cat. China got to his feet, eyes sparkling and chuckling, and held out a hand to help Japan up. “Dinner’s on Kiku tonight-aru!”
Japan simply groaned, took the proffered hand and got to his feet. He would definitely be aching for days afterwards.
Adorations (2/2)
Japan’s eyes widened in shock but he barely had time to protest before someone’s fingers – Taiwan? Thailand? – found his most sensitive spot. Instinctively, Japan shrieked again and tried to wriggle free, but Hong Kong was suddenly there, pinning him down with a vice-like grip. “The spot just under his ribs! The nape of his neck!” China hollered, and Japan honestly felt like he was going to spontaneously combust. And then China himself was on top of him, and he was tickling his absolute weakest spot – the soles of his feet.
A strangled cry escaped Japan’s lips, his eyes rolling back in his head. This feeling of utter helplessness that was overcoming him – he’d never felt this way, not even when he was losing the war. Now, Japan was a man with a great deal of pride. He took it upon himself to never give up any challenge, to always uphold his honour and dignity, no matter what it took. But this – this torture – he might consider giving in, just this once.
“I give up!” Japan gasped when China’s fingers fumbled, giving him an opportunity to draw a breath. Abruptly, the torture stopped, Taiwan, Korea, Hong Kong and Thailand sitting back on their heels, trying to catch their breaths, Korea grinning like a Cheshire cat. China got to his feet, eyes sparkling and chuckling, and held out a hand to help Japan up. “Dinner’s on Kiku tonight-aru!”
Japan simply groaned, took the proffered hand and got to his feet. He would definitely be aching for days afterwards.
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Writer!anon hopes OP likes this heehee /shot