Arthur Kirkland sighed, wondering if there'd ever been a time when he been so…relaxed. Tranquil, even. Not even in the hot springs had he felt so calm, or the times he spent enjoying a good book. While his mind went on an adventure, a cup full of steaming Earl Grey tea was clutched in his hand. A true Englishman, he was.

But nationality didn't ( Read more... )

The chatter inside the tiny closet was enough to shake the whole space. The odd part was that nearly every creature present had either wings, tails, or both. A green bunny that would be in the category of "with both wings and a tail" was desperately trying to calm everyone, but to no avail. The unicorn next to it, with a serious expression for once ( Read more... )

Arthur was in a bad mood. While that wasn't exactly shocking, it certainly was odd when he was around Kiku. His face held that brooding look that had drawn the Japanese man to him, his chin resting on his knuckles, his eyes far away, and his bushy brows furrowed ( Read more... )

“What are you thinking about, Kiku?”

Said Japanese man didn't have to look
back to see Arthur returning from his his trip to the “loo,” as
he called it.

“This and that, Asa-san,” was his
soft reply. He could tell his lover smirked even when they weren't
face-to-face.

“Reminiscing?”

“I suppose you could call it that,”
Kiku said, demurely returning the ( Read more... )

Japan had always been the type of nation to hold onto tradition to the best of his ability…with some exceptions, of course. (Industrializing and Westernizing were crucial at the time.)

America was his polar opposite, combining what he learned from England and Japan (though Kiku still winced when reminded of the concoction Alfred called sushi-it ( Read more... )

Arthur nervously stepped along the path leading to the Japanese-style house ahead of him, trying not to trip on the rocks and dirt. He knew Kiku would be home, for it was that day.

He'd been here not too long ago, when they…"celebrated" the alliance they made over a century ago. Arthur tried not to think of the time he terminated it, remorse ( Read more... )

You are not allowed to be here. You are forbidden from "fraternizing with the enemy" in any way. Stay away from that man. Forget his smile. Forget his laugh. Forget how he accepted your friendship and love, while no one else did. Forget those nights you spent with him, when neither of you had to worry about being heard. Forget-

"Arthur-san?"

The ( Read more... )

They say first impressions are important. How very true that can be, considering how you can tell a lot about a person by just meeting him or her once. Of course, that may not always be the case, if the person in question has a particularly unpredictable disposition, but it is here.

Somewhat.

Arthur Kirkland-also known as the United Kingdom of Great ( Read more... )

I own neither the song (Chupke Se from the Hindi move Saathiya) nor Hetalia.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The blond-haired man tried not to walk too quickly for fear of being suspected. Yet it was hard- ( Read more... )