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.

EEEE~ Thank you guys. I'm so glad you all enjoyed the last chapter so much. I'm sorry, i'm not quite used to checking for reviews often- but when i do, i get so giddy and happy! It gets me even more excited to write more!

I'm sorry for the slower update. This chapter was kinda hard to write.

I hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing: AsaKiku + Ameripan Love Triangle.

Gentleman!England. Otaku!Japan.

Warning: First-time fanfiction. Human AU. Contains BoyXBoy. The Bad Touch Trio. Prussia (Gilbert) Cussing.

You have no idea how much i wish i owned even a fraction of Hetalia. If you didn't get that, I dont own Hetalia nor any of it's characters. All i own is the plot in this story, which i've been pulling out of my head most 'f the time

...Rating may or may not change in future chapters...

Chapter 4

The night went by like a blur- all Kiku seemed to remember was dancing with two gorgeous men, and drinking wine and not much else. But from what he did remember, he seemed to have a good time. The giddy feeling of being unstoppable and indescribably happy was still lingering around in his heart. However, that quirky and giddy feeling melted away in an instant when he realizes he's now faced with a new problem...

...Where am I?

He woke up with the sun on his face, glistening from a bright window, and in clean white bed sheets. Kiku lifted his head, only to find out he had one hell of a headache that pounding through his skull. He observed the unfamiliar surroundings, squinting... Where is he? This isn't his bed. This isn't his room, either. It's much too clean, cold, yet bright. He didn't do what he think he did... Did he? There's no way! I mean, he did get drunk and...

"Ah! Oh my..." He shuddered. He started panicking. He was improper! He had actually... slept with someone? Oh my god, there's nobody next to him, THEY PROBABLY GOT WHAT THEY HAD WANTED AND RAN FOR IT- INTOLERABLE!

His breath had started accelerating with his sudden rapid-paced beating heart- until he saw his black suitcase by the corner of his room, with a cute chibi Hello Kitty key chain his brother Yao gave him clinging onto the zipper. Kiku sighed in desperate much-needed relief. Oh... this must be the house he's staying in for... a week, was it?

It still bothered him that he wasn't able to go back in his familiar bed sheets, with a bedside table covered in manga and his cute little dog, Pochi, snoozing without a care at the end of the bed. But he was here in England with his friends inside a stranger's home. It seemed to be extravagant judging by the height of the ceiling, the quality of the furniture and windowsill and the large oil painting hung proudly on the other end of the room bordered by an old, but very well-kept frame.

He thought about going back to bed like his pulsing noggin and his groggy eyes begged him to do, but his curiosity got the best of him. Kiku rose from the silky-white sheets and swung his legs over the side of the mattress. He wasn't in pajamas, That's good he thought. At least nobody saw me naked.

Instead, he was still clothed in his war uniform from last night, except his gold-and black shirt had been taken off, along with his gloves and boots, leaving him with only his pants, socks and a wife-beater he had on underneath. He sighed in relief, rising and stepping towards his suitcase before skillfully changing and clothing himself into a dark yukata and slippers packed into his suitcase. He left his room to explore this alien household.

...

He stepped outside his room to find himself in a dark hallway, both ends on each side was decorated with a small round window, a small table and a faded floral vase. With nothing else to see here besides doors that probably led to more rooms, Kiku strode slowly to the right towards a set of stairs near the center of this dark corridor. He strode down the steps, his hand sliding on the handle with each step of the way. With each step he made, his surroundings got brighter and brighter and found the stairs to curve to the right, and the wall next to him was adorned with old paintings and photos that looked as if they were dated from the early 1900's, maybe as old as late 1800's.

At soon as he reached the bottom of the staircase, he saw two massive columns that stood on the sides of the entrance way, which were two large and elegant doors, with windows bordering them, letting one see a limited view of the front lawn along with many potted plants. A long deep brown carpet met with the entrance down a wide hall which seemed to be a large entertaining room when Kiku looked around the corner. He gazed upwards, and found a large, breathtakingly beautiful chandelier tower several feet above him. He heard noisy chatter echoing from a short distance- a familiar french accent, followed by a Spanish one, two Italian accents (one cheerful and bright, the other irritated and lower) along with two other German ones ( one loud and teasing, and the other low and stern). Kiku also heard sizzling and smelled the scent of something savory and something sweet being fried, but one particular smell caught his attention- the smell of brewing tea. As he got closer to where he believed to the kitchen would be, the scent of tea faded. He turned and stepped the other way, towards the right passed the front entrance, and the aroma strengthened. Where was it coming from? Kiku decided to move and search for it, feeling like a nice cup of tea about now, until he felt hands creep around him and pull him close.

"Huh?" Kiku turned to find himself in the arms of his bubbly Italian friend.

"Kiku! Good morning! Buon Giorno! I was about to go upstairs and wake you up!"

"Oh, Hello Feli. Ohayo gozaimasu, But would you please let g-"

"You were having quite a time last night weren't you?" Feliciano giggled, pulling him around a corner, through an extravagant sitting room that seemed to be surrounded by windows, and into a well-lit kitchen.

Gilbert sat on a bar stool at a kitchen island, rocking back-and-forth in a Rammestein (1) t-shirt and a pair of chick-patterned pajama bottoms. However, for some odd reason he had gauze wrapped around his head, holding a pack of ice in place. Antonio and Francis were sitting at the white vintage table passing out silverware and expensive-looking plates. They were wearing matching red silk boxers, shirtless, and listening intensely to a story Gilbert had been telling until Kiku had stepped in. Feliciano and Lovino (Lovino, sitting at one end of the table) were both wearing their wife-beaters and plain boxers, while Ludwig sat at the opposite end of Lovino, drinking a cup of coffee, wearing a robe and reading a book.

Francis grinned at the newcomer, with a wave of his hand. "Oh Kiku, bonjour! I thought you'd be out cold all morning like Alfred."

"Oh, Really? What's wrong with Alfred-san?" Kiku questioned.

Feliciano threw Kiku onto a bar stool before going back to pour a bowl of batter onto a frying pan. It took Kiku a minute to notice...Alfred, no, Matthew? It took Kiku a minute to notice the quiet Matthew, who has now started flipping pancakes, at the large gas stove making breakfast. He wore a red Hockey jersey and maple leaf pyjama bottoms. He glanced back at Kiku, opening his mouth and closing, contemplating about something. A quick moment later, he smiled, with a small nervous chuckle.

"Um... Well," Matthew mumbled, "He drank quite a lot last night. He danced around on the counter, passed out and hit his head on the ground hard when he fell out of his bar stool when we DID force him to stop dancing."

Kiku started to ask more, until a loud German accent cut him off.

"As I was saying," Gilbert started, chuckling: "So I was hooking up with this sexy-hot Austrian dude. He was pretty and all, but he had a huge stick up his ass. He had this high air about him, like he was better than everybody else and it was fucking annoying as hell." Antonio and Francis both nodded in response, begging him to go on.

Ludwig opened his mouth like he had some kind of realization, but quickly closed it again, shaking his head. He continued drinking his coffee and reading the article before him.

"So I had the most awesome-est idea. I mean, i was super bored, ya'know? And this Prissy Austrian would be fun to loosen up, and show him who really was the top dog, so why not fool around? Plus, he totally digged my sexy lederhosen!" Antonio asked Francis if 'Awesome-est' was even a word, only to receive an immediate hush from the french blonde.

"So we started talking and before I knew it, the little prince, Roderich was his name, was all over me. But of course! I mean, who wouldn't be? Anyways, we started flirting, then touching, then kissing and we proceeded in the restroom. We were getting all hot and i was..."

Gilbert glanced at Kiku for a moment, but swiftly returned his gaze to his two comrades.

"...And i was getting 'ready for action', if you will," Gilbert emphasized the quotated metaphor with his fingers, "Until were interrupted and we had to escape somewhere else. We made our way to the kitchen, passed all of these chefs, and down a quiet maze of kitchen utensils outside of the kitchen. We continued here."

Gilbert's expression morphed from one of sly and perverted pride, to disappointed and irritated.

"We were getting all hot and shit, and started to take our shirts off- he was totally turned on, but never said it. He was being stubborn. As i was about to reach my hand down his trousers, fucking BAM! A FUCKING FRYING PAN!" As Gilbert pointed to the ice on his head, Francis and Antonio winced at the thought.

"And do you know who was there?" Gilbert paused, leaning forward, hands on his knees, staring intently at his friends. Francis and Antonio mirrored him.

"THAT. BITCH."

Antonio gasped in horror almost comically. "No way, Amigo!"

"Yes way! Fucking high school ex-sweetheart bitch Eliza! Apparently, she was the one directing all of the fucking snooty chefs, and was asked to find an extra whisk hidden in the room. And little that i know, She is fucking engaged- ENGAGED to the rich, prissy Austrian!"

Antonio groaned, slumping in his chair. "Mi Dios, You've got to be kidding me."

"Oh, Mon Dieu, Bad call, Gil mon cher." Francis shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose chuckling. "My friend, you didn't even notice the ring?"

"The... Ring?"

Gilbert opened his mouth to come back with an insult and and a smart-ass remark, but found himself dumbfounded. Francis patiently waited for his answer. Cue instant awkward silence.

What seemed like forever, Kiku, Lovino, Ludwig, Francis, everyone- even Matthew stopped what he was doing for a moment to stare at the Prussian.

Seconds later with no response, almost simultaneously the group cocked their heads to the side, eyes wide and brows curved in disbelief. (Excluding Feliciano, he just stood there next to the Canadian, confused and mumbling 'Ve~?".)

Gilbert- his eyes wide, and his lips pursed tightly together- he was utterly at a loss for words. He gulped and mumbled, "I thought it was supposed to be on the OTHER hand, so I..."

"MON DIEU...!"

"This bastardo..." Lovino mumbled.

Everyone moaned.

"Sheisse, Gilbert!" Ludwig slammed his mug onto the table along with his book and immediately face-palmed. Feliciano jumped back from the sudden curse. Fortunately before Ludwig could start his long, agitating speech on his brother's idiocy and ignorance, Matthew shouted as loud as he possibly could that breakfast had been finished. The previous topic of Gilbert's ignorance forgotten.

Feliciano grabbed two plates and covered them both with bacon, eggs, pancakes... but one had more sausage than the other. He skipped to Ludwig, giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead and setting the plates in front of himself and his lover, who shyly thanked him. Antonio did the same, except Lovino frowned when he received a forehead kiss, even if his cheeks betrayed him as they shone brilliantly red.

Matthew made a plate for both Gilbert and Kiku, setting the steaming and hearty breakfast in front of the two on the island, a small smile on his face.

"Thank you Birdie!" Gilbert cheerfully exclaimed. Matthew gave a nod and a wide grin. However, the grin quickly went away when Gilbert winked at him. Matthew gulped.

Francis held two plates for himself and his silent Canadian, giving him a kiss on the cheek and a not-so-friendly grin to Gilbert before Matthew followed him to the table.

Matthew looked relieved to be away from the incredibly strange albino.

However before they could start eating, Kiku noticed something was a bit out-of-place. He looked around and noticed someone was missing.

"Um, where's Yao-kun?" Kiku asked.

Lovino, Antonio and Matthew looked up from their plates into Kiku's direction. After a moment the three glanced at one another, almost chattering mentally at what they should say.

"That lady Yao?" Antonio asked.

"Yao is a man, and Kiku's fratello." Lovino snapped, flicking Antonio on the back of the head. "Idiota."

Francis rose his head from his plate, and brushed back the golden hairs in his face. He gave Kiku a lustful smirk, causing the asian to feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Oh, that Yao. The last person I had expected," Francis sighed chuckling, "He decided to leave the banquet early to rendezvous with a certain... sexy, rich Russian." He chuckled as he received a half-hearted smack on the chest from Matthew.

Kiku didn't ask anything further.

Everyone's chatter ceased for the delicious breakfast, no words exchanged as they stuffed themselves with fluffy eggs, savory maple-flavored bacon and sausage, and buttery pancakes. Matthew was a complete breakfast genius and was actually pretty handsome- it was a shame he wasn't noticed that often. Only in the mornings does the quiet Canadian captures anyone's attention- except for Gilbert, Alfred and Francis. They all seem to notice him fine.

Kiku ate his breakfast slowly, greatly decreasing the pain of his migraine-from-hell he caught from last night. However, he hadn't touched his pancakes- but Gilbert greedily snatched them from his plate before Kiku could even ask if he had wanted them. That ger- sorry, Prussian- goes completely nuts over Matthew's pancakes, drowning them in maple syrup and devouring them gluttonously with a devilish smirk. He looked like a barbarian, getting maple syrup and butter splattered all over his mouth and clothes. Kiku sipped his milk, avoiding making eye contact at Gilbert's feeding frenzy.

It's hard to eat next to Gil in the morning...

...

Alfred tossed himself over, laying on his left side, reaching outwards to cuddle a certain Canadian- But much to his surprise, nothing but air met his fingertips. Instead, a flood of bright morning sunlight flooded into his tired eyes, and his head pounded- almost like a wave- from the the back of his head to the front. It was like a pulsing, sharp pain was acting as a pinball within his skull. He winced back, hissing a curse "SUNNUVA' BIETCH...!" and rolled onto his right, away from the blinding light. He groaned, the pain anything but calming. It was excruciating, causing Alfred to grit and grind his teeth tightly, trying to focus on something other than this god-awful pain. He groped for his glasses on the bedside, fumbling with them before placing them carefully over his ears and on the bridge of his nose, and found a small medicine bottle and a small glass of water next to where his lenses once lied.

Said medicine bottle was Ibuprofen. Along with a post-it saying,

"You were incredibly drunk, then slammed your face on the bar counter. Before that, you were rambling nonsense about Kiku, Arthur, and something about an alpaca torturing you. I assumed the 'flaming alpaca' was the Polish bartender screaming at you to stop dancing on the counter. "

Alfred flipped the note around, only to find the rant continued on the other side,

"You kept waking up throughout the night, puking your brains out, and fell on the sleep in the restroom multiple times. I left this medicine for you for when you wake up. You're a pain in the ass, but I hope you don't feel too bad, brother."

Alfred also noted the angry bear face in the bottom corner of the post-it, with a speech bubble reading "HOSER."

Alfred chuckled. Sure, even though his head hurt like a bitch, and he probably had a horrible time last night; he still had that warm, giddy feeling when his brother actually worries about him. Alfred also can't help but feel guilty about not being exactly the greatest brother in the world like he claims oh-so-often. But all in all, he really loves his little bro, even though Matthew gets embarrassed over the little things and his french boyfriend gives him the creeps, sticks his nose into Alfred's sex and love life, which doesn't seem all that interesting these days.

After taking the amount of medicine prescribed by the bottle instructions, Alfred made his way to a small bathroom attached to his and Matthew's own. As far as he could tell, with the extremely high ceilings, the weird (and ever-so-slightly dusty) furniture, and the freakishly clean white walls, sheets and floor- Alfred must be in a pretty nice place. All Alfred knew is that he was staying in a nice house of a person he had once known. Francis didn't say any more. And frankly, Alfred didn't care. I mean, what would it matter? "It won't keep me from being the heroic me."

He looked at his unfamiliar reflection in the clean medicine cabinet mirror. Unfamiliar, because instead of seeing his extremely handsome and heroic self, he saw a hung-over blonde with droopy dark eyes, chaotic messed up hair (even for just waking up), with dried drool down the side of his mouth and a large bandage on his face. Alfred had to admit- he felt and looked like shit. and that was an understatement.

He started the hot water in the corner shower, taking note of the door on the other side of the restroom, opposite of the door he entered. Out of boredom and curiosity, Alfred twisted the handle and opened it. And, much to his surprise, this was a Jack-and-Jill restroom. The door opened to yet another room, except the bed was slightly messed up and he found a black suitcase in the corner. Alfred's question of, "Who's room is this?" was supposedly answered by the key chain hanging onto the zipper. A small Hello Kitty key chain. Crap, was this Yao's room?

Alfred sighed, closed the door behind him and immediately got undressed and hopped into the shower, scalding hot water pouring against him. Alfred adjusted the knob to a setting cool enough to not to give himself a third degree burn.

Alfred just stood there, letting the memories of last night slowly flow back into him one by one and piece together. As soon as Kiku slid off of his lap at the banquet's bar, Alfred's heart sank. He forced the poor guy into drinking something he didn't want to, and Alfred fucked up his chance at getting close to him again. Alfred immediately asked for another full glass of whiskey. And another. And yet another.

...

So now Alfred was nice and boozed up for now, he felt himself in a trance. In a giddy, happy, foolish trance. Before he knew it, his body ascended a good five or more feet upwards, and flail wildly upon the dark shining wood of the bar, his palms fisting and his hips swaying, his feet kicking wildly. Many people nearby did nothing to help the situation and instead, cheered him on, dancing along with him below.

The polish bartender, Feliks, noticed this and ceased his flirting with a Lithuanian to calm and persuade this stupid drunk American off the bar. Matthew and Francis noticed this, along with Antonio and dashed their way to Alfred.

Eventually, the three had enough- Antonio stepped onto the bat with him, hoisted Alfred over his shoulder (as the Spaniard huffed and noticed the severe heavy load Alfred was), and carefully hopped down from the counter, and placing the American back onto his original stool. Matthew told the Frenchman and the Spaniard that he could take care of his wasted brother from there on.

"The hell?"

Matthew pried the empty glass from Alfred's sweaty hand, buttoned off his brother's military shirt and lifted the cap off his head.

"Jeez, Alfred, What the hell was that about?"

"The damn Alpaca!" Alfred slurred, "It's trying to torture me, and keep me from being meeeeee~"

"Aaaalright..." Matthew mumbled. "Why are you drinking so much? Did something happen? You never drink more than a couple glasses."

"Kiku, I..." Alfred paused and looked over towards the crowd at the dance floor as the music shifted to something more lighthearted.

The song started quietly- jazzy, carnival-like, with lower quality. Like it was from an old movie, maybe. Then a beat later, a rhythm thumped through the large room, making everybody start dancing again, hopping to the beat.

Then, quiet voice speaking yet, another foreign language sang. It sounded strange, almost inhuman, but had this ability to it, causing you to listen to it longer. Alfred could not remember for the life of him what language this was, only that one of his friends spoke it. However, it didn't bother him much compared to what he saw now.

Kiku and Arthur had sat down at a vacant table, tired from their previous dancing. They talked for a moment, smiles fresh on their faces Kiku listened to the music and would say something, and this repeated a few times until the song had finally finished. Arthur stared that the Japanese man the whole time, gazing dreamily, smiling.

Alfred watched from a distance. Kiku was having such a good time with Alfred's ex-BFF and it was pissing him off. Doesn't Kiku realize that Arthur was a bore? That he was bi-polar and absolutely stubborn?

Alfred recalled the time when he was in the school library, complimenting Arthur on his magnificent ability to write magical stories. Alfred found Arthur's laptop sitting isolated on a table. Alfred leaned over, read it, said to him that it was beautiful and awesome, but Arthur just got red brushed him off.

"Whatever. You're probably just saying that to make me feel better". Alfred tried his best to convince him otherwise, but the Brit just called him a "git" and escaped to his class, laptop in tow.

Another memory came to mind. The time when Alfred had left his friend, Arthur to go back to America after they had graduated together. Alfred assumed Arthur wouldn't care, like he said to him more-than enough times. That if he'd left, he wouldn't give a damn and that he could do completely fine by himself. So Alfred did. He left, enrolled in an American art school, and became a well-paid cartoonist for a New York newspaper and living in an average apartment while Arthur became a best-selling Author, and script writer, and costume designer. Arthur became rich and successful and got with some retired French model-slash-fashion designer, and that was the last Alfred ever heard from him.

Alfred had met Kiku in a nearby Barnes & Noble, in the Manga section, which happens to be right next to the comics section, where Alfred was hanging around. Kiku had said something about "never knowing a manga he loved was translated into English", and caught Alfred's attention. Before he knew it, Alfred was talking to this interesting Asian, learning more about manga and the Japanese man himself. They quickly became friends, and learned that Kiku was vacationing in America for a month or two. Alfred decided to show him around New York. They exchanged numbers and websites, but Alfred found that, despite his brave and heroic self, he could not gather up the courage to ever talk to the talented Asian again. He had gained a stupid, one-time crush for a man across the ocean. And Alfred wasn't even sure he was gay! He had many girlfriends whom he had loved before, causing him to be very confused.

Alfred was torn from his reminiscing by a sudden action. His eyes bulged wide, and he jaw had completely dropped.

Arthur leaned in, and Kiku mirrored him. They kissed gently, once twice... then...

Alfred could not think correctly. He just couldn't. He tried to look away but he unable to. But every second that had passed by, it killed him. Kiku was kissing Arthur back, when it could have been him. Damn whiskey. Damn Him. Damn, Damn, Damn!

They pulled away slowly and sat, embarrassed. Kiku face was completely red- he was incredibly cute.

Alfred decided to do something. Something that would end up with Kiku in his arms. Something that would keep him from falling for the stubborn and unforgiving British prick. So he did. Or tried, at least.

Alfred shot off the stool, staggered- Just now noticing his little brother next to him, and noticing how the world around him turned sideways.

Black.

...

Alfred realized he had stood in the shower for a little longer than the average person normally would. Before the water had gotten a bit too cold, he rushed to scrub and rinse himself off and hopped out of the shower.

...

Arthur sat in the sun room, sipping impatiently on a cup of tea. He gripped his pen tightly in one hand, the other brushing through his blonde locks. He exhaled irritably as his hangover was keeping his creative ideas from flowing through his mind, distracting him from writing the plot for this play he had to magically create within a week. All to impress a man Arthur had begun to fancy. It's bloody ridiculous, that's what! And for Christ's sake, he has to stop thinking about last night. How much fun he'd had. How he may have fell for a cute, beautiful Japanese man. How he had kissed him. How wonderful it felt. How-

Damn it, again! I'm thinking about it again!

He sighed again, leaning back on the white chair, gazing at the green and white room before him. The plants still were a hearty, brilliant deep green despite what the season had done outside this massive house. The large back lawn had morphed to yellow and brown, and the brown, yellow, red and orange leaves were fluttering down like small colorful monarchs.

Monarchs, monarchs... Good symbolism. Small, beautiful creatures who bravely travel across many lands. Arthur jot that down in his notepad.

No matter how hard he thought and how long he sat in this sun room, not one idea had sprung in his head. He kept being distracted by what had happened the night before. He can't bring himself to pack up and head to his office on the third floor, fearing he may cross paths with Kiku on the way and have no idea what to do or say. He was afraid his gentlemanly courage he had last night would run out on him, and he would accidentally act cold and rude towards the poor boy, like he did when he was... in love with Alfred. He couldn't risk making a stupid, childish mistake again, for it deeply stabbed him in the heart the first time. By a man who never even thought of him in any way passed, "Best Friends fo' ev's, yo."

Arthur shook his head. He was not going to even dare think about the American now. He took his notepad and pen, and set it on the silver tray along with his cup of tea and his old-style teapot, and rushed out of the slowly darkening sun room as dark clouds had gathered nearby.

...

After the delicious (but probably unhealthy) breakfast and Gilbert's amazing display of his lighting-fast consumption of syrup-drenched pancakes, Kiku decided to roam around the house again. Feliciano insisted to go with him until Ludwig persuaded him into helping him clean their room instead, like he had wanted to earlier that morning.

So here he was, in this beautiful sun room. Kiku had followed the now faint scent of tea and it had led him here. The plants inside the room were incredibly well cared for, and the all-white furniture gave a refreshing atmosphere. Outside was cold and cloudy, the Autumn here in England fading into Winter faster than it usually would. The few leaves left on the trees now fluttering down from the sky. Kiku was shocked by the immensity of the backyard. The end was about ten or so acres away, lined beautifully with bare trees before leading into a thick wood of green pine trees. The center of the yard stood a large fountain with statues of what looked like fairies and mermaids from what Kiku could tell from a distance. Four benches surrounded it along with a single flower bed behind each bench. Two greenhouses stood at the far corners of the yard, along with a single tool shed attached at the back of them.

Kiku only wished he was able to see this yard in the spring or summertime. It must be beautiful.

Kiku had decided to move on when it had started raining and fog clouded the windows. He exited the room, tip-toed down the hall, and decided to look around upstairs again. He climbed the stairs, taking note on a picture hung on the wall he hadn't noticed before. It was a painting of an incredibly young man. He looked familiar, and decided he would ask the owner of the house about it later. Kiku moved on.

Kiku reached the hallway he had originally started out in. He found his own room- second-to-last on the right. He opened the door to find his bed still a mess. Kiku quickly made it, and noticed an unfamiliar sound echo from the other side of a door to the left. He walked over, and noticed the sound of water running. Kiku opened the door, feeling hot steam drift into his bedroom. The restroom was a Jack-and-Jill style, Kiku had found, taking note of the restroom on the other side. The mirror was completely fogged with steam. Then Kiku found a pair of Superman boxers.

Kiku doesn't recall ever slamming a door as quick as he did before.

As if it made anything better, he quickly shuffled out of his room as well, trying to make as big strides as he could in his yukata.

"Ai ya..."

"Huh?" Kiku looked down the hall to find his brother, Wang Yao, stumbling down the hallway. His hair was free and in knots, and he was wearing the same Chinese garb as he did last night, except they were wrinkled and he wore a long, faded pink scarf around his neck and a very oversized coat.

"Brother?" Kiku gasped, " Where have you been?"

"Ahhh, Kiku!" Yao growled, "I've had enough questions and crap with the rest of those hooligans downstairs, and i don't need any from you, too, aru!"

Yao winced, squinted and ran his hand through his hair. He must have a migrane, too.

"It is unlike you to go sleeping around, Onii-san." Kiku glared, crossing his arms. "And you only say 'aru' when you are in a bad mood."

"No i do not, aru!" Yao snapped.

"Damn, i mean i do not." "I'm just in pain. And... I'm just really embarrassed and tired, alright?"

"You can always talk to me about it if you like." Kiku insisted with a glint in his eyes, "I won't judge you about your rendezvous with a sexy rich Russian man!"

Much to Yao's surprise, Kiku was dead serious when he said that.

"Um, Whatever. Maybe later, Brother. But where's my room?"

"I'm guessing right here, next to mine."

Yao nodded. "Thank you." He stepped by, with his lips as tight as lines on his face. Kiku bowed and walked down the opposite end of the hallway.

"...Aru. Damn."

I really doubt this story is going to end at 8 chapters. More like 10-20 or more. *head-desk*

Spamano, Franada, and Gerita were having a good, cheesy, lovey-dovey time while Alfred was getting drunk in guilt, AsaKiku was kick-starting, and Gilbert was trying to get some while Yao WAS getting some by a "sexy, rich Russian." *wink-wink, nudge-nudge* I am incredibly jealous of the Asian bros and their luck with handsome rich men! *laughs*

Thank you so much guys, and i hope you enjoyed this chapter! (I really do, i worked my ass off on this and it took FOREVER...) Feel free to review, give me ideas, and help me improve! The more the reviews, the more I'm encouraged to write!

(1) Rammestein - Rammestein is a popular German metal band. I'm a fan myself! I like their song "Du Hast" and "Ich Will". One of my friend's favorate is "Amerika".

(2) Barnes & Noble - Who DOESN'T know what this store is? You'd be surprised! Barnes & Noble is an incredibly popular bookstore. In some B&N stores, they don't have their own manga section or are located in different isles. In my B&N store, the manga section is located conveniently next to a Comics, Romance, Fantasy, and Fiction section- which is absolutely perfect for me.