[Look at those aaaaaaaaaaabbbssssss aka hi Kratos ]
After taking a quiet lunch, Japan was more than ready for the showers. He would have preferred a soak afterwards, to help ease the tension in his back and the nervous energy running through him, but he supposed in a foreign hospital, the lack of common bath customs was to be expected. America simply hadn't learned to appreciate the recuperative powers of an hour-long soak yet. Perhaps one day, when the nation was older and had more old wounds to rest, his people would come to understand it. As it was, Japan was just happy they allowed them to bathe on a semi-regular schedule. He would have preferred a bath everyday, at the very least every other day, but he would take what he could get.
It was a sad thing when a Nation had to "make due," but Japan tried to remind himself that this was just a setback. A temporary one. Once he was able to find Prussia, America and England, he was sure the three of them could figure something out. Four Nations together could do anything, right? Certainly there were fewer of them than before, but that just meant the others were working to get them out, right?
....Right?
Japan sighed as he stepped up to one of the only showers left open. It didn't take him long to settle into the familiar routine of communal bathing. Sentou were the best places to deepen one's relations with the neighborhood and this was a wonderful opportunity to talk to people. Sadly, it seemed most of the others in here didn't seem as enthusiastic as Japan and were trying to hide away as if the baths were a shameful place. Strange.
A glance to the side and Japan froze. Those. Abs.
He knew them.
His side glance snapped up from his neighbor's perfectly sculpted (the best character designers worked on that) abs and up to his face. Oh. Wonderful. It would...be him. Wait, no, this was wonderful. Maybe in the space of a shared bath they could come to understand each other better! Japan perked up at that thought and tried to be as friendly as he could manage, which meant he actually looked at Kratos as he spoke. "Good afternoon, Aurion-san. I hope it is not a bother that I have taken this space?"
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After taking a quiet lunch, Japan was more than ready for the showers. He would have preferred a soak afterwards, to help ease the tension in his back and the nervous energy running through him, but he supposed in a foreign hospital, the lack of common bath customs was to be expected. America simply hadn't learned to appreciate the recuperative powers of an hour-long soak yet. Perhaps one day, when the nation was older and had more old wounds to rest, his people would come to understand it. As it was, Japan was just happy they allowed them to bathe on a semi-regular schedule. He would have preferred a bath everyday, at the very least every other day, but he would take what he could get.
It was a sad thing when a Nation had to "make due," but Japan tried to remind himself that this was just a setback. A temporary one. Once he was able to find Prussia, America and England, he was sure the three of them could figure something out. Four Nations together could do anything, right? Certainly there were fewer of them than before, but that just meant the others were working to get them out, right?
....Right?
Japan sighed as he stepped up to one of the only showers left open. It didn't take him long to settle into the familiar routine of communal bathing. Sentou were the best places to deepen one's relations with the neighborhood and this was a wonderful opportunity to talk to people. Sadly, it seemed most of the others in here didn't seem as enthusiastic as Japan and were trying to hide away as if the baths were a shameful place. Strange.
A glance to the side and Japan froze. Those. Abs.
He knew them.
His side glance snapped up from his neighbor's perfectly sculpted (the best character designers worked on that) abs and up to his face. Oh. Wonderful. It would...be him. Wait, no, this was wonderful. Maybe in the space of a shared bath they could come to understand each other better! Japan perked up at that thought and tried to be as friendly as he could manage, which meant he actually looked at Kratos as he spoke. "Good afternoon, Aurion-san. I hope it is not a bother that I have taken this space?"