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── ⟡ ˙🌱 ̟ It was another quiet morning at the Axis base—sunlight spilling through the half-open curtains, dust motes floating lazily in the golden air. The only sounds were the faint chirping of birds outside and the gentle breathing of two nations tangled beneath the sheets.

Japan stirred first, dark hair falling over his face as he blinked awake. His usually composed expression softened when he realized where he was—pressed against Prussia’s bare chest, the other man’s arm thrown casually over his waist.

Prussia, of course, was still asleep, mouth slightly open, hair messy as ever. Even unconscious, he somehow managed to look smug. The sight made Japan sigh quietly, unsure whether to wake him or savor the rare peace.

Around them, the rest of the base was still. Italy was no doubt dreaming about pasta somewhere, and Germany was probably already out training. For once, Japan didn’t rush to move.

── ⟡ ˙🌱 ̟ A small sigh escaped Japan’s lips as he tried to shift, but the arm around his waist tightened instinctively, pulling him back in.

Prussia mumbled something in his sleep, a lazy grin forming on his face. “...I’m ze awesome… snore… ze awesome… Prussiaaa…”

Japan exhaled softly, torn between amusement and fondness. Even asleep, he couldn’t stop declaring himself “awesome.”

He brushed a strand of silver hair from Prussia’s forehead, his fingertips lingering for a moment longer than intended. The morning light caught on the faint scars across Prussia’s knuckles—proof of the loud, reckless man that Japan somehow found himself drawn to.

For a brief, quiet moment, Japan allowed himself to simply exist there, in the warmth of it all. No meetings. No duties. Just the rise and fall of Prussia’s chest, and the soft echo of a rare peace between them.

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