Still in my Fluffoughts

Kiku Honda was just another hardworking, stubborn and lonely young man of Japan with geeky interests, slaving in his job to be able to support himself. But one day, his more successful and concerned western friends give him an invitation to a upperclass and fancy ball across the seas! Will this lonely, content, shy and stubborn young man ever find love...? Human AU / Love Triangle

Hello, Piko here!
I'm so nervous... this is my first fanfiction ever. I'm more of an artist than a writer. I'm better at showing a story than telling one. But even so, i hope you like this! I love Asakiku (England/Arthur and Japan/Kiku), and it makes me sad that it isnt more popular- I think AmeriPan also is really cute. I'm also a fan of FrUK, but unfortunately it wouldn't go with this story much, considering it's based off a video. I regret nothing.

What is this video you ask? I'll tell you later.

I hope you enjoy!

Oh, and i'm sorry if it looks all weird... uploading a story here is kind of confusing...

And i also recently discovered how horrible i am at making sure i use their Human names...

Pairing: AsaKiku (it may not seem like it yet, but i guarantee it's 100% AsaKiku. Calorie-free.)

Warning: First-time fanfiction. Human AU. Cosplay. Slight sexual harrassment. Contains BoyXBoy. Rating may or may not change in future chapters.

I do not own any of the characters, songs, or anything else.

Chapter 1

The days were long and the weather was rather chilly. The beautiful deep green leaves of late summer wilted have changed color to a glistening cornocopia of warm hues. Red, orange, yellow and brown filled

small parks of Japan and the bustling city streets along with the faint smell of rain from earlier that morning. Kiku steps his way across the damp crosswalk, burying a cold left hand into the pocket of his plaid coat and his other hand clutched tightly to his bag containing his workclothes, and some other items and valuables. Another day to the crazy cafe, as usual. Kiku sighs as he steps to the other side onto a busy sidewalk. The cold air clung to his warm breathing, making clouds of steam that ascended to the air and vanished. *Winter is coming faster than usual...* Kiku thought to himself, and continued walking onward. *I don't care what they say. I'll be fine.*

Kiku remembered just yesterday. He was meeting up with his strange western friends at a local resturaunt for lunch. Feliciano Vargas was a charming, flambouyant and rather troublesome Italian. With bright caremel eyes and hair resembling the color of cinnamon, whom always smelled faintly of garlic and freshly baked bread...

Kiku's other friend and Feliciano's boyfriend, Ludwig Beildschmit, was a tall, handsome and strict german with blonde hair piercing blue eyes. Despite being rather cold and intimidating to those who don't know him well, Ludwig was actually a tough, reliable and caring guy. They've been visiting Japan due to Feliciano's job, and Ludwig didn't want Feliciano to travel by himself. (Who would know what trouble he might get into!) Even though he would never say so out loud, Ludwig would feel incredibly lonely without that crazy italian, so decided to take a vacation and tag along with his little flambouyant and cheerful loved one.

"Kiku~! Ciao!"

Other japanese people looked up in alarm at the loud happy voice. Kiku's italian friend greeted him with a large and loving embrace.

"F-Feli!" Japan pushed the flambouyant man back when a few schoolgirls giggled. "You are invading my personal space..." Though being close friends with several years, he still had a habit of pushing people away who got too close to him. It didn't help that they were in public. In Japan.

Ludwig followed a few steps behind Feliciano without even a small smile across his face. Serious and intimidating as usual.

"Ludwig." Kiku bowed foreward towards the tall blonde german, and Ludwig bowed back.

"Guten Tag. It's good to see you again, Kiku."

"Hai, You too." Kiku gives a small, genuine smile. Ludwig gave a small smile back. It wasn't everyday that he was able to see his western friends again. Feliciano was busy working at a fancy italian resturaunt, and Ludwig was the head of a newspaper company here in Japan. They never had enough time to visit Kiku when he had his days off. Kiku was quite lonely during the week, but Feliciano and Ludwig are able to have lunch with him at a local cafe, and Kiku took the chance to meet them and catch up again.

Feliciano ordered a small plate of alfredo, and Ludwig ordered a plate as well, since the cafe here didn't serve wurst. The three talked about business and money, but then delved deeper to a more personal discussion.

"Vee, Kiku don't you ever feel lonely?" Feliciano slurped on a fork full of pasta, and swallowed with a worried look on his face. "I mean, all you do is work work work, and never really talk and meet some people except when you're working at that cafe you always talk about!"

"Hmph, I'ts not my fault!" The asian man scoffed, "I dont have time to talk to other people... I have to work so i can eat and pay the rent, i cant help it... Besides, I do completely well by myself. Right, Ludwig-san?"

Kiku looked at the german man for a nod of agreement, but instead Ludwig gives Kiku a rather worried and serious look. "Well, Kiku..."

Kiku sighed in disappointment. "W-what? Don't tell me..."

"Kiku, all you do is work day and night and when you get home, you clean- and you look totally exhausted. And when you aren't working or cleaning, you're watching some really depressing romance anime and typing away on the internet. Who wouldn't be worried...?"

Kiku jumped and growled, twisting the creamy pasta on his own plate. "N-not true at all!"

"Kiku..."

Kiku looked at both of the two men's faces. Both of them were concerned, shooting a sad, serious stare. Kiku felt utterly embarrassed, and reminded him of the time when his older chinese brother, Wang Yao, spotted his Hentai collection as a teen. At least he got rid of them...

"You need someone, Kiku." Feliciano started. "We worry about you. If you keep going on like this you'll end up a... a shut-in!" Feliciano's face was in a dramatic horror of the words. Kiku, a shut-in! "You need to go to a party, or maybe just go out and talk to people!"

"It's about time that you..." Ludwig joined in, looking away and rubbing his nose, "Erm, look for a partner. You're old enough, and there are plenty of guys out there-"

"Shhhh... Ludwig-san, not so loud..." Kiku looked around frantically. He still felt nervous and councious about how other people would view his sexual preference. You'd think that Kiku would like girls since he knows so much about japanese idols and watches a lot of anime and TV shows with seductive women, but... ever since he met his western friends, they encouraged him to fully accept the way he was, and he did, partially. He still felt pretty embarrassed over it.

"Awww, and seriously, Kiku. You're adorable!" Feliciano gave Kiku a light one-armed hug, causing Kiku to blush. "Don't try to flatter me..."

"Oh, but it's true! You're cute, smart, hard-working..." Kiku was starting to slowly push Feli away. "Stop it."

"You're cute when you're embarrassed, too! Awww, Vee~ cute Kiku~" Feliciano resorted to poking and squishing Kiku's red cheeks.

"Kiku, here." Ludwig gave him a small, waxed-stamped invitation. On the back is says in elegant cursive in english, "ARPK"

Kiku let go of Feliciano and took the envelope. "What is this?" It smelled faintly of roses, and was embroidered with flowers.

"It's an invitation to a large party Francis is holding along with some of his business partners. It's sort of like a ball. Me and Feliciano already have invitations, and Francis gave me this one to give to you." Ludwig gave Feliciano a glance.

"I told Luddy that we just HAD to go!" Feliciano brought his hands together, with a dreamy shining look in his eyes. "It's going to have pretty music... nice wine and food, pasta, cute llamas, and lots of men and women in swanky clothes... It'll be fantastic- super fancy and up-scale! Definitely a chance worth taking! And it has pasta!"

Music? Wine? Did he say llamas? A lot of people and incredibly upper class...

Kiku asked, "Where is it held, exactly?" Surely it wouldnt be too far away. Kiku could find just a decent suit and...

"Britain!"

And then he could go and maybe pick up some... wait, what?

"B-BRITAIN? ENGLAND? THE UK?" Kiku studdered, "How and i supposed to go there? I-I don't have a passport, and I don't have the money..." Completely ridiculous! There's no way he'd ever be able to go to such a place! This isnt Cinderella, or a shoujo manga, or anything fiction! This is real life, not some fairy tale... He has a dog and himself to feed, he has a job he has to manage!

"Ah, yes. Francis said he'd be able to cover our trips there. And he said he already paid for your own passport." Ludwig added. Francis was a famous clothes designer- and a super rich one, at that. And to add- super generous to his lovely friends, and his constant changing "lovers"... or what one would call, "one-night stands". Let's just say he didn't have a real relationship since he got his heart broken in High School.

"Oh..." Kiku muttered. "That's... really nice of him and all, but i have a job to work at, and i cant afford to lose it." Kiku stood, bowed, and left a tip on the table in a rushed and stressed manner. As he reached for his bag, Feliciano clutched his hand and gazed into Kiku's eyes. Light caramel brown met a darker and cooler shade of brown.

"Vee, please think about it, Kiku! I- no, We all want you to come! Francis, me, Ludwig, Alfred, his brother... i can never remember his name, and everybody else is going to be there! Even YOUR own brother, Yao! We wouldn't have any fun without you there at all. Me and Ludwig worry about you!"

Kiku stared into the Italian's caramel eyes. Eventually, what seemed like hours, he sighed. Feli wasn't going to give it up, with his bright eyes...

"Fine then. *ehem* I'll think about it, then. I have to go or i'll be late." Kiku gave the two westerners a bow goodbye, pulled on his coat, and turned to stride off towards the cafe entrance, bag in hand. On his way out, he heard:

"Vee, Yahoo!" Feliciano lifted his arms in the air in victory. "Hear that, Luddy? He'll think about it, He'll think about it!"

"Feliciano, don't get so excited." Ludwig, rubbing his temple, "Neutral answers like that from Kiku always means, 'No'."

Kiku reached for the envelope in his jacket pocket, and looked at it again. The envelope really is beautiful- nothing but the best from Francis. But ARPK... What does that even mean? Kiku couldn't help but think of "ALPC"... for alpacas. He decided he will open it and read the details after work.

Kiku had a job he'd rather not talk about. At least, not to people who don't know him on a personal level. Only his coworkers, and his brother really know about his job. Kiku walked out of the employee's changing room wearing a short maid outfit.

The apron and the bottom of the skirt stopped a bit passed mid-thigh, and he wore a half bonnet, with cat ears attached, and a pair of fake red glasses. He even had to wear laced underwear underneath along with some incredibly painful black heels. Although he didn't want to, he worked in stuff like this everyday, some less modest than others... but he eventually grew to actually like the costumes he wore a bit. But today is Thursday- Maid Day- all employees, boys and girls, had to dress like this.

Kiku zipped through the tables, taking people's orders very politely, serving drinks, and making sure nobody went too crazy on the karaoke stage. All of the employees and customers knew that Kiku was a guy, but every once in a while there'd be a newcomer who would look at him the wrong way, then be made fun of for mistaking him as a girl. When Kiku first started, not only was he humiliated by the way he had to talk and dress in the cafe, but was astonished by how the customers talked to the employees and the men who mistook his gender.

His first day he scolded an older man and cried throughout the night, but now he just didn't care anymore. Eventually he became popular with the famale customers and some of the homosexual ones too, for his, quote, "Adorable, quiet, innocent and polite manner. And he looks almost like a girl." A male customer once said that Kiku would make a "great wife", but then received a blank stare from Kiku himself then shut up.

A small group of japanese men made their way into the karaoke cosplay cafe, some probably from their early thirties and a bit older. The sound of a person singing in horrible japanese pronunciation filled the room singing "World is Mine". 'Probably American,' Kiku giggled to himself. The men stepped towards the front counter of the cafe and were laughing and whooping quite loudly and Kiku gave them a slight frown, but decided to seat them anyway. He stood in front of the large men, legs and hands in front of him, holding small menus. He bows and tilts his head to the side a bit. It was also required that his actions were cute, too.

"Hello, and welcome. A party of... four? Right this way, meow..." He forced a small smile and allowed the men to follow him.

The four wild men followed incredibly close to Kiku, their shouts quieted and they seemed to murmur to eachother. Kiku guessed that they might be checking him out...

"Oh, um, here, meow." Kiku stood next to a table, and the men took their seats. Before the last man sat down in his chair, he grabbed Kiku's bottom, causing him to jump and whimper. "EEP!"

The men chuckled at Kiku, and he could feel his face fill up with blood and anger. He exhaled and gave them each a menu. Calm down Kiku... they're customers... this happens all the time...

"Erm... So, what would you men like to drink tonight, meow?"

Two men ordered a beer, one ordered some sake. "Meow, And what would you like, sir?" Kiku looked down to one of the men. The male looked up and Kiku, one of his eyebrows lifted and he smirked.

"I'm not really in the mood for some alcohol. Is it all right if i have you?" The other men's reactions laughs mixed with a few whistles. Now Kiku was getting pretty nervous. Just calm down...

"No. If you don't want any alcohol, may i interest you in some soda, water, juice or milk? ...Meow?" Kiku gave the man a slight glare and mewed almost angrily. He wondered if the man could actually see the irritation and unsteadiness in his eyes.

"...Depends on the milk." The man chuckled. Kiku noticed the smell of alcohol already in the man's breath- he must be a tad drunk already. Him and his friends could have been bar-hopping. Kiku then turned and went his way towards the bar.

"Hm? What's with the face, Kiku?" The bartender asked. It was a girl dressed in an even shorter maid outfit than Kiku, that showed off her shoulders and cleavage. Kiku hated Maid day. He preferred modest cosplay and dresses. This isnt cosplay- this is just lingerie and some sick fetish. But he pushed the thought away and decided to focus on his job.

"Two beers, one sake... and one milk. These beasts over there are disgusting..." Kiku sighed. He rubbed his temples and had a drink of a glass of water the bartender gave him. She gave him a look of comfort.

"Just keep going, Kiku. Just a few more hours."

"Hai..."

Just as he reached the table, the men were gawking at him, with mischeif and lust in their eyes... it was quite intimidating, considering the men were twice the size of Kiku. Kiku walked around the table, delivering each man his drink, and as he was walking around to set the last drink down, the milk, the man with the sake pulled out his foot, causing Kiku to trip and spill the milk on himself and the floor an catching the attention of many onlooking customers.

"Cute panties." The man said. Kiku looked up and covered himself, pulling his skirt down and crossing his legs- face completely red. A few customers chuckled, one of them covering their red face. Kiku wanted to scold them, yell the hell out of them, maybe just walk out... but he didn't want to risk losing his job. He was warned his first day that stuff like this would happen- he had no reason to complain if he already knew. He pulled himself up, grasping the empty glass and fixing his red glasses. He stumbled his way up, bowed down, and apologized to the bastards.

"World Is Mine" ended and a happy blonde man, obviously not japanese, stepped down from the stage- laughing loudly and joyfully. The other customers looked towards him and talked amongst themselves and clapping and whooping for the happy foreigner.

Kiku looked back at the men and they grinned evilly back at him. Kiku growled and turned back to the bar to retreive another glass of milk. But before he could, one hand slapped his ass, and another groped him- causing him to jump around back at one of the men and gasp in horror.

"That's it. Gentlemen, I think that it's best if you four just leave." Kiku frozen up straight, glaring intensely at the four large and slightly drunken men.

"You can't do that, we're customers!" one man shouted, causing all of the customers to look towards Kiku's direction.

"Someone, this little SKANK is refusing service!"

Kiku's head was red, and was absolutely fuming. Hate filled his eyes and he slammed the glass down on the table.

"I have the right to refuse service, sir, so if you excuse me, sir, would you kindly leave the cafe and go be drunk and harrass someone elsewere, sir? You are disturbing the other customers and crippling them of their good time."

"I rather damn not!" The man cursed, grasping the young asian's wrist tightly, his grip squeezing tighter and tigher as the seconds pass.

"L-Let go!"

As Kiku thought the man would sprain or break his wrist, his grip loosened as a fist smashed into the drunken man's face, causing him to fall back into his chair. He cupped his nose as blood started dripping swiftly from his nostril, and his face shone bright red. "THE FUCK WAS THAT?"

Kiku looked up to see a tall, young blonde man standing in front of him. It looked like the foreigner who was just singing. He turned around at Kiku, and Kiku noticed that the man had shining blue eyes, framed by thin glasses. He also had dirty golden blonde hair with a small cowlick that didn't settle down. He had broad shoulders, and Kiku could tell he had a little bit of muscle- enough to make his button-down shirt a bit tight on him in the upper arm area. He spoke loudly in english. He was probably American.

"Dude, are you okay?"

"U-Um..." Kiku knew english. He often spoke english with his western friends, since they all had a huge language barrier. "I think so. My wrists kind of hurts..." Kiku blushed a bit. This american was very... handsome. and young. But he also looked incredibly familiar. Where has he seen him before...?

"L-let's get out of here!" the three men stood up and pulled on the fourth man's shirt, but he was too angry to listen to them.

"No fucking way. This white bastard...!" The man stood and attempted to hit the American, but the white man was faster. He ducked and avoided the fists of the other man, and elbowed him- stright into his stomach. The drunk japanese man doubles over, gripping his stomach in pain, and groaned. The three men managed to get a hold of him and book it from the cafe, running as fast as they could.

"Man, done already? Those cowards! That was nothing compared to a Hero!" The American rested his hands on his hips, laughing loud and proudly.

"Uh, thank you, arigato... uh..." Then Kiku and the man met eyes again, and the American flashes an outrageously wide and proud (and handsome) grin. Now he remembers!

"Wait... Alfred? Alfred-san!"

"Yo, wassup, Kiku?" Alfred laughed but then stopped suddenly as he looked Kiku up and down. Neko ears. Maid headband. Glasses. Maid outfit. Heels. Kiku. Was that a tail?

"Dude, i didn't know you were into this stuff. I mean, i know how you like anime and all, but..." Alfred flashed a strange, yet satisfied smirk as he scratched his head.

Kiku facepalmed. This couldn't get any worse than now. A person that Kiku hasn't seen in awhile, and wasn't too close to, had to see him like this. Not only does Kiku now look like a complete pussy, but he is wearing some god awful lingerie cosplay. Covered in milk. At a cafe. On Maid Day. And he's a man. And last, Alfred is all about gossip. Kiku'll never hear the end of this...

Finally home- the manager of the cafe thought it was best if Kiku returned home for the rest of the night. He refused, but the manager wouldnt hear anymore, and insisted. Dear god, how cold it was out there at night. Kiku took a quick hot shower and climbed into bed. He didn't want to remember what happened tonight. Kiku though about having a bottle of sake so he could, but decided against it. He didn't feel like having a headache tommorrow on his day off.

Then he remembered. He reached for his jacket that he left on the ground below him, and grasped the invitation in the pocket. He smelled roses and looked over the floral pattern. Oddly, it brought a small smile to his face.

He carefully pulled the envelope open, and slid the invitation out. It was a warm cream color, with elaborate golden borders. He turned it over, and with matching gold lettering, it said:

ARPK

Party hosted by Francis Bonnefoy, Roderich Edelstein, Arthur Kirkland and Mr. Ivan Braginski

Time: 5 o' clock P.M. ~ 2 o'clock A. M. Date: November 5th

You have been invited to the ARPK banquet in London, England.
This is an honorable expression of gratitude for being close aquaintances with Francis Bonnefoy.
All guests are required to wear traditional or rather old-style wardrobe from the culture of their mother country, Considering all guests are people from around the globe.
This banquet is filled with lovely dancing, music performed by only the best musicians of the world-
Classical ball music replaced by popular modern songs playing later in the evening from several countries.
Food served from hand-picked talented chefs from around the world; serving only the best dishes for your appetite,
And the best alcohol one can find and request.
Francis Bonnefoy strongly encourages you to come and visit, and converse and socialize with other people from all around the world.

Kiku also noticed on the bottom of the card that there was elegand handwriting towards the bottom on the card. It was a note from Francis.

Dear beloved Kiku,

Bonjour! I really hope you attend, mon ami. Feli and Ludwig told me how lonely you are. Maybe you can meet some handsome men, oui? I also sent you some fabulous japanese- styled clothes for when you attend. I hope you like it, darling! And don't bother getting a reservation from a hotel, a close friend of mine said it would be completely fine for you and some other friends of ours to stay at his gorgeous English mansion for about a week. I'll make sure you get aquainted with him.

Maybe you get lucky, hmm? If you know what i mean of course!

Please come. You can't be alone forever!

You're handsome and generous friend, Francis Bonnefoy. Muah!

Kiku frowned at the little drawing of a rose and heart at the bottom corner of the card... So Francis is concerned, too. Kiku placed the note next to his bed, and shut off the lamp. Kiku didn't want to admit it, but he did feel kind of lonely at times. He decided- he's going to go the ARPK banquet- he wasn't going to enjoy it though. He vowed to himself he wouldn't enjoy it- not one bit!

After humming an opening song to himself, Kiku dozed off into a calming, peaceful and quiet sleep.

Kiku faintly remembered dreaming of bows, tophats and alpacas.

Hellooo! Did you enjoy it? I hope you did. If you didn't... i truly apologize! ; 7 ;
As i was saying, this story is based of a vocaloid song. "Leave in Summer, Yet you're still in my Fluffoughts".
(See? Now you know where the title comes from, too!)
It contains some of the plot, but not enough to completely spoil everything... i think. (I'm pretty much winging this whole story pffft.)
And i'm sorry that Iggy hasn't appeared, yet! ;;

The alpacas don't really have any point to this story... But screw it. THE SONG HAS ALPACAS, ALPACAS ARE CUTE, THEREFORE YOU GET ALPACAS.
Okay? Okay.

Video (youtube): /watch?v=MG7mLEiHXDI&feature=BFa&list=PLFCD67617A547B2B0
Video (nicovideo): /watch/sm16827197

Original video (youtube): /watch?v=_cqCa4IM8w8