Rating: PG for hints at sexual themes and kissing.
Summary: Japan is nervous over the idea of sex--Greece talks to him about it.
Notes: This is set during the early 60s, not long before the Tokyo Olympics. Why? Because I . . . felt like it, I suppose. The title is from a poem from the 8th-century collection of Japanese poetry, the Manyoshu, the first anthology of Japanese poetry, by Lady Kasa, which reads: In the loneliness of my heart/ I feel as if I should perish/ Like the pale dew-drop/ Upon the grass of my garden/ In the gathering shades of twilight.
( Japan found himself leaping to his feet and starting for the kitchen. “I—I’ll make you some tea,” he stammered out. )