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Japan carefully patted the towel against his short hair, careful not to drip any water onto the floor. he had been the last to bathe out of his company, due of course to his overwhelming habit of prioritizing others ahead of himself.
He thought to himself as he dressed himself in his pajama pants, no shirt, as he had forgotten it in the bedroom. Turkey had been first to take a shower, he seemed quite exhausted as he flopped back onto the bed afterwards, not even dressed from his towel. Followed by Greece, who came back similarly. Japan contemplated going to the bedroom and searching for a shirt for a moment, before deciding the two men must have already drifted off to sleep, and potentially waking them for something as minor as a shirt would be quite rude.
Gently hanging his towel back up, Japan carefully cracked open the bathroom door, his light body weight being used to his advantage as he creeped down the hallway.
Silently nudging the door to the bedroom open, Japan was met with quite a shock. The bedside lamps were on, illuminating Greece and Turkey tucked underneath the large comforter, their bare chests slightly visible, surprisingly, for once not arguing.
“Those kebabs were the total best in all the places, and there were cats outside too! I know how much you and Jappy love cats, fetabrain.” Turkey boasted, joyfully recounting to Greece.
“Mm. Kebabs. Meow.” Greece slowly mumbled, both men raising their heads as Japan entered.
“Hi Jappy! We were just doing the talking about you!” Turkey exclaimed in his thickly accented voice, his face lighting up as the man stood in the doorway. A confused look prevalent on Japan’s pale face.
The Turkish man happily patted the blanket over a gap fit for a small sized man, placed directly between the pair.
“Mm. Yes. Come to bed.” Greece mumbled sheepishly, pulling the blanket slightly to the side.
“Yes Jappy! It is all warmed up for you.” Turkey boasted proudly, “Pull the blanket more Fetabrain, Jappy can’t come to bed like that!?” The turk snipped, as if he was talking to the world’s stupidest person, pulling the blanket down out of Greece's hand in one swift movement.
Underneath the blanket, now revealed to the chilly bedroom air, was the stark nakedness of the two muscular bodies.
Japan stared, his eyes locked in shock. His pale face now lit ablaze by fluster, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he quickly brought his hands to his face, unable to show his embarrassment. “You two are… naked…” He squeaked out, his voice high.
Turkey laughed, a deep, hearty laugh. “Of course we are, Jappy, we’re married!” Turkey boasted proudly, sticking his left hand up, giving a happy little wiggle to his fingers, the light catching his golden wedding band with a gleam.
Japan, peering through a gap in his fingers, watched the man delightedly wiggle his finger.
Greece smirked, raising a hand to show his off as well. “You’re half naked. Why not get full naked. Like us.” He said calmly, in contrast to the loud individual beside him.
“Yeah! Great Idea Fetabrain! You don’t have many of those.” Turkey jabbed, albeit playfully this time.
Faced by his husband's adamant desires to see him naked as well, Japan sighed, looking down in embarrassment as he stepped out of his own pants and undergarments.
He fiddled with the wedding ring on his finger, designed to match both rings of both his husbands. They hadn’t been married long, and getting used to living together was… interesting to say the least. Almost as interesting as the look on the officiant’s face when it was explained that Turkey and Greece were simultaneously married to Japan only, not each other.
“Well, what are you doing the waiting for Jappy, get over here!” Turkey exclaimed, patting the empty spot on the now exposed mattress.
Japan stepped forward, building his confidence enough to glance down the pair of bodies as he crawled into bed between the men. Turkey was slightly more built, his muscular frame rippled beneath his tanned skin. His hair was darker, shorter, and a little bit rougher. Greece, on the other hand, was built as well, but his muscles were more hidden under a slight layer of pudge. His hair was longer, lighter, softer.
Japan settled against the pillow in between his husband’s pillows, pulling the comforter up over the trio as he laid down along side them.
“Mmmm. Much better.” Greece purred, rolling over to wrap an arm lovingly around Japan’s bare waist. His supple pecs pushing against the man’s slim frame.
Turkey grinned from ear to ear, rolling over to lazily throw an arm over Japan as well. The Japanese man was now successfully pinned between the bodies of his two buff, warm, husbands.
Japan sighed, content as he relaxed into the radiating heat of his beloveds’ bodies. He could feel his body growing heavy with tiredness, assuming the others felt the same as Turkey reached behind him, flicking the warm light of lamp off, casting the bedroom in a darkness only illuminated faintly by the moonlight seeping in through the cracks in the blinds.
Lazily, Japan reached his hands up, one going to the hair of either man. His right hand found the curl upon the base of Turkeys neck, gently petting it as he ran his hand through the man’s course hair. His left hand found the curl springing out upon the top of Greeces mane, also gently petting it as he similarly ran his hand through the greeks soft hair.
Greece let out a small sigh of happiness, leaning into the touch. “Goodnight Greece.” Japan mumbled lovingly.
Greece nodded, leaning up to peck Japan’s lips with a gentle kiss.
Turkey let out a little giggle at the feeling of his curl being caressed, also leaning into the touch. “Goodnight Turkey.” Japan mumbled as well, just as lovingly.
Turkey grinned, quickly connecting his lips to Japans, holding it for a few moments before sinking back into bed.
Japan, finally, allowed his own body to relax into the mattress, comfortable as he melted in between the bare heat of skin to skin contact with his loves. His final thought before slipping into a peaceful sleep, “Maybe being married isn’t all that bad..”