Literature
Signs of Affection
"Let's play a game."
Japan looked up from his reading, glancing over Oedipus Rex at Greece, eyebrows quirked questioningly behind his glasses. Greece was gazing out steadily at the garden, his long legs stretched out before him off the edge of the veranda. It was too hot at the moment to be strolling out in the blazing afternoon sun, so the two friends had decided to while away their time at a breezy spot by the veranda.
"All right." Japan said, setting his book down, wondering what had spurred the thought in the Grecian. "What kind of game?"
"I heard America talking about this game during one of the meetings. You make hand gestures and th