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They were finally at the reception. Everyone amongst their friends had been invited and had been allowed to invite an extra one or two people. It was a beautiful evening in the lit up ballroom. Roderich hadn't allowed for another pianist to play the music because he easily filled that role. Nothing but the best was allowed for people's ears on his and Elizabeta’s wedding day. While Elizabeta freaked out over her dress fitting during preparations, Roderich actually freaked out over everything else including his own tuxedo and the fine brand/materials that his clothes would be made from. He had to look his best too!
The Austrian held his wife close by her waist as they swayed side to side to the lovely music playing. Deep purple stared into bright green, how they both could get lost into each other’s eyes was wonderful. Elizabeta’s eyes were one of Roderich’s favorite sights. They were beautiful and entrancing. The green eyed brunette could feel her cheeks heat up from her husband’s gaze but it finally happened. It wasn't a dream. She was really happy and honestly felt like an actual princess. He proposed to her and she said yes (of course she would say yes, she had patiently waited for that moment even though a part of her wondered if it'd ever happen). Roderich had been nothing but gentle with her through the whole relationship.
Throughout the reception they finally decided it'd be best to hear Roderich's own recorded music through speakers instead of him playing actual music he himself had composed because Elizabeta was already scolding him that she wished to dance with her husband! The fact a piano would steal her husband was more than a stab at her dignity. And she would not hold back on dragging him away from the damn thing. Yes his music was one of the most stunningly amazing sounds ever but it was her day too and she wanted her husband! And that was how they ended up dancing together.
"I assume not everyone has arrived yet?" The Austrian asked.
Elizabeta frowned. "Mm no. A few people still haven't shown up." She said looking over the male's shoulder.
"You invited him didn't you?"
Elizabeta avoided eye contact as she bit her lip.
"Elizabeta."
She closed her eyes shut but took a small peak at the Austrian that pouted at her.
"Who would you be referring to?" She said playing dumb.
Roderich raised an eyebrow and sighed shortly afterward. "Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmidt. You know the one. Need I really go on?"
"Ah... No you don’t... I did. Ha Ha! He was—he congratulated us and even gave me an early gift!" She defended.
Roderich looked unamused at his wife. "He always knew how to pull your leg."
"You're mad aren't you?" She said with her frown staying.
"No. I just ... He was invited. He's just a pain in the—Forgive my bluntness." He cleared his throat.
She giggled at him not finishing his sentence. "I know but he means well and he cares in his own way."
"Yes so I've been told."
He sighed again.
"I don't mind, as long as he—"
And the doors swung opened.
"HEY LOSERS the awesome Gilbert has arrived kesesese!"
Roderich could feel a headache coming. Elizabeta heavily sighed at her friend’s entrance though she should have expected it. The guests had just continued on with their chit chat once they realized who had arrived.
The albino made his way across the room towards the newlyweds who had stopped dancing.
"Sorry I'm late! I'm sure the party wasn't all that great without me anyway." He said grinning.
Gilbert looked over to Elizabeta and her long white dress. He wondered why most wedding dresses had to look so sparkly.
"Nice sparkles," was all he could muster up to say.
He knew she looked pretty. Heck she was breathtakingly beautiful and while he would have said so, he much rather keep things humorous and light between them. They had already stated their feelings for one another long ago. She was his crush for the longest until he realized her feelings for him were simply a tender and honest friendship, similar to that of sibling love. It hurt for a bit but he learned to accept it because any kind of love was better than none. And she would always be important to him, despite their petty arguments. He certainly cared for her and only hoped for the best. She always looked Roderich's way. He knew from the moment those two met that she had fallen head over heels for the Austrian.
Elizabeta smirked. "Thanks. Did you come with anyone?"
Gilbert scratched his head sheepishly.
Roderich hummed in acknowledgment already guessing that was a no. "Not even Francis and Antonio?"
"Ah, nein. Antonio couldn't make it because of something with Lovino. And Francis is probably coming with Arthur."
Roderich rolled his eyes. "Another fight? How tiresome those two are..."
"They act more like a married couple." Elizabeta chuckled as Roderich and Gilbert shared an uncomfortable stare finally agreeing with one another for once.
"Well, I'll leave you losers alone for now and go say hey to Matthew over at the other table."
Elizabeta blinked along with Roderich. "Matthew?"
"Ja, the Canadian. Short wavy blond hair?"
Roderich and Elizabeta stayed staring dumbfounded.
"Glasses? Light purple eyes?"
No response.
"Soft spoken? And for some reason people ignore him and don't notice him? Kind of like how you guys are doing right now?"
No response again. Roderich simply looked lost but at least Elizabeta was trying to remember with her face looking focused.
Gilbert grumbled to himself. "Mein gott he's Alfred's younger brother!"
"Ohhhhhh!" The newlyweds said in unison.
"Ahh! Sorry sorry I forgot..." Elizabeta admitted feeling embarrassed.
"It's hard to remember with such a small presence to be honest." Roderich defended.
"Oi oi, that's not his fault. He's pretty cool. People are just giant shit—"
Gilbert was interrupted by a loud familiar voice, almost able to compete with Gilbert's own. He was impressed.
It was none other than Alfred. Speak of the devil, Gilbert thought. He was pulling along a Japanese looking male who was much shorter and looked much younger than all of them if he were to be honest. Gilbert couldn't help but keep staring at the dark-haired male with onyx colored eyes. The pouty faced Japanese was pleading for the American to let go.
"Alfred-san! Please let me go. I am more than capable of walking on my own."
Alfred laughed as his sky blue eyes gleamed with happiness.
"No way dude, you're slow!"
He sighed letting himself get pulled along.
Gilbert thought he was sort of adorable. He assumed that might have been Alfred's boyfriend? Shame. While Gilbert had mostly been attracted to women, there were rare times certain men caught his eye. He had no issue with it. Besides, it was much easier talking to guys... He was quite terrible with women if he were to admit it to himself.
"Need I remind you Alfred-san I am old."
Eh? Old? Older than them? No way. The Japanese must have been joking.
"Oh yeah. Sorry Keeks! I forget sometimes. But really dude you're not THAT much older."
They finally made it to the group and Gilbert was slightly disappointed he didn't get to hear more.
"Yo!~ guys!" The dirty blond haired male with glasses said.
Elizabeta smiled. "Hey Alfred. Glad you could make it. Who is this adorable person? A possible boyfriend~?" She teased as the Japanese male blushed from embarrassment.
"Oh! I'm right?!" She said getting her hopes up.
Alfred laughed. "Nah. Kiku's a good friend.” He patted his friend’s back. “I hope you don't mind I invited him." He turned to Roderich ignoring the green eyed brunette’s gleaming eyes.
The Austrian adjusted his glasses. "No. He looks much easier to tolerate than you."
Elizabeta lightly smacked her husband's chest.
Kiku wondered if Alfred even caught onto that comment but as always his friend seemed too oblivious to even care while Gilbert snickered. Kiku looked over to the albino, finally looking his way quite intrigued. The Japanese had never someone with his hair color let alone crimson red eyes that seemed to pierce through any stare. He looked intimidating but at the same time Kiku saw something more. Possible loneliness—was he just like him? When he felt the other suddenly turn to make eye contact with a raised brow Kiku panicked and spoke turning his attention to the newlyweds.
"Ah, I apologize. I have not personally introduced myself yet. My name is Kiku Honda. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintances." He bowed.
Elizabeta and Roderich had no idea how to respond to that so they bowed as well. The Japanese gave a small smile.
“Nice to meet you as well Kiku! I hope you enjoy the reception and have fun!” The green eyed brunette said.
“Yes, please do enjoy. Now we’ll be on our way. The photographer wanted more shots of us.”
Elizabeta raised an eyebrow. “Roderich, don’t you think it’s been enough photos already? I’m actually tired of wearing this dress and heels. I swear I’m going to switch into sandals or go barefoot.”
As they walked off they heard the Austrian scoff. “It’s never enough Elizabeta. And if you wish to change into more comfortable clothing at least wait until our photo shoot is over.” He led her to the photographers on the other side of the room while she grumbled.
Gilbert, Alfred, and Kiku were left alone.
“Wow, did they just ditch us?” Alfred said sounding offended.
“Alfred-san, it’s their wedding. It’s safe to assume they have probably been bombarded by guests all day long.”
“Ja, agreed with the Japanese guy.”
Kiku turned to Gilbert but Alfred spoke first. “His name’s Kiku dude, didn’t ya hear?”
“Hm? Oh? He seemed to be talking to them so I wasn’t listening.”
Kiku wanted to mockingly laugh in response. That was such a lie. He knew the albino had heard! He’d been looking after all! What a pompous person! But that was not how Kiku was taught to deal with people so instead he smiled and spoke once more.
“I apologize stranger-san. I did not mean to leave you out. My name is Kiku Honda and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Gilbert laughed. He hadn’t expected that. So he wasn’t that easy to crack. Pretty good, he thought. And yet at the same time he wondered if the Japanese was always that composed. He wasn’t too impressed just yet.
“The name’s Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmidt. Nice to meet you too, Kiku.”
Kiku bowed and Gilbert bowed a bit lower in return.
Then Gilbert stuck out his hand. The Japanese male tilted his head in confusion.
“Figured we could say hello this way too.” The albino said smiling.
Kiku smiled again, but it didn’t look as false this time. He seemed amused if anything. They shook hands. Alfred was just surprised at the exchange. He hadn’t ever seen Kiku get passive aggressive with someone he just met.
It wasn’t until they heard a bickering pair that brought them out of their own bubble and back to reality.
“You are a pain in the arse you damn frog!”
Gilbert slipped his hand away from Kiku’s noticing they were still holding on, to look over at the pair. He had to admit the other’s hands were quite soft. So delicate for a male’s hand. The Japanese felt his face heat up realizing that they had held each other’s hands a bit longer than usual but turned his attention to the Englishman and Frenchman arguing.
“Oh Arthur~ you don’t mean that.”
“Bullocks! I do! Your stupid good looking git self just tagged along to irritate me.”
“Mein gott, is Arthur drunk? He never admits Francis is good looking unless he’s drowned himself in alcohol.” Gilbert mumbled not even walking over still standing with Kiku and Alfred.
Alfred perked up and ran over to both males. Well, never mind.
“Hey Artie! Hey Francis!”
Gilbert facepalmed. Kiku just wanted to go and sit down in one of the empty tables away from the spectacle.
“Oh, you don’t know them do you?”
Kiku narrowed his eyes. “Yes, I do actually.”
Gilbert’s eyes slightly widened. “You know them? How come I’ve never seen or heard of you?”
Kiku was unable to respond as both bickering figures started walking towards them and their voices became much louder. Oh no.
“Why would moi want to spend time with a mouton noir like you?”
“What did you say you bloody FROG?!”
“Honhonhon it seems someone has selective hearing~”
Kiku sighed, whether they had finally established their relationship or not, he didn’t care. They had always just been with one another. If one was missing the other would immediately ask about said missing person. They strangely moved each other and everyone knew there was something obvious there, but Arthur Kirkland would never admit to it. Francis was more of the type who accepted it but didn’t bother commenting on it.
“Bounjour, Kiku, Gilbert.”
The albino raised an eyebrow. Why had his friend just put a little more emphasis on the Japanese’s name?
“Konnichiwa, Francis-san.”
Francis rushed over to Kiku and held his hands up. “How have you been? Is Alfred treating you well? If he isn’t you could always come with moi.”
Arthur quickly came over and smacked the Frenchman.
“Ow! Is someone jealous~?” He asked while rubbing his head.
“You bastard, quit flirting with Kiku. He’s clearly not interested.”
Was Kiku the shiny new toy among people? Gilbert felt a bit for him.
“Hey Francis.” The albino intervened.
“Bounjour Gilbert~ How has the reception been so far?”
“Ah, it’s been pretty boring. I was just here to say hello to Elizabeta and Roderich.”
“I see you’ve met Kiku~”
“Hey Francis, what the hell—HEY YOU BLOODY GIT LET GO!” The Englishman was getting pulled away by the gleaming American.
“Artie Artie! Let’s go try out all the desserts!”
“Don’t call me THAT! You arse! Let go—Francis?!” The green eyed Englishman looked over to his French companion, but nothing.
Francis whistled and ignored the plea simply focused on the pair in front of him. Something was odd. Did he smell a possible connection?! Potential love in the air?
“Uh, ja. I met Kiku. Why do you keep emphasizing his name like that?”
Kiku felt quite awkward between both men. He didn’t know what to say and Francis was always a little more touchy feely than he ever felt comfortable with.
“If you would excuse me, I’ll be going to get some snacks. It was a pleasure meeting you Gilbert-san. I’ll see you later Francis-san.”
Gilbert raised an eyebrow. He was a little disappointed but shrugged it off.
Francis waved goodbye. “Au revoir~”
“You’re interested in little Kiku aren’t you, Gilbert~?”
The albino laughed in response.
“Kesesese! I just met the guy! Sure he’s cute but—”
“See. That’s a start.”
“W-What?”
Gilbert sighed. It was just like Francis to be plotting something. He usually went along with his friend’s crazy mischief but this was about him. He wasn’t all that prepared. Besides, he had no clue if he even wanted to start anything with Kiku. Gilbert rolled his eyes.
“Oi, this is Elizabeta and Roderich’s wedding. If Roderich doesn’t kick us out, Elizabeta will if we cause too much—”
He was silenced by a simple finger against his lips. He narrowed his eyes over to Francis. The Frenchman was simply gazing over at the newlyweds.
“Oh, they look magnifique.”
“Francis, let’s just go get some drinks. I’m tired of standing around.” Gilbert said with a hint of impatience though Francis wouldn’t have noticed since he was ogling the pair.
Francis waved him off telling him to go him some fine quality wine seeing as Roderich always had equal quality taste.
Gilbert grumbled to himself. Everyone seemed too busy to even give him the time of day. Screw getting Francis his drink. He knew that he wasn't going to be drinking with him tonight anyway. He expected his loser friends to do this. Where was Mattie anyway?! He looked over at the table where the Canadian had been but nothing. That was odd. He looked over to Alfred and Arthur. They were singing, oh no. Arthur was already buzzed while Alfred just laughed at him or with him; it was hard to tell at that point. What kind of desserts were those?! Oh, there was Matthew. He was trying to take away the glass of scotch Arthur had in his hand.
Nevermind, thought Gilbert.
Was he really going to be drinking beer on his own? He actually chugged his beer filled mug and refilled. It wasn’t until he looked over at the nearest table. There he was again, Kiku. He was sitting on his own looking around drinking some sake. Gilbert smirked. He didn’t know why (it was probably a hint of beer or maybe he wanted to be daring because everything was so boring for him at the moment) but he walked over feeling a tad bit more confident.
“Hey Kiku.” He sat down on the seat next to the Japanese.
Kiku jumped up a bit.
“Woah, you okay? You seemed jumpy there.”
“Hai, gomen'nasai Gilbert-san I did not see you sit down.”
The albino smirked leaning his head onto his palm. “You must have been really focused on something else.”
There was a bit of silence until the smaller male broke it.
“You know some Japanese?” Kiku asked curiously.
“Ja. I studied it a bit back in Germany.”
Kiku’s expression became a bit more relaxed.
“How about you? Know any German?” The albino asked curiously this time.
And now Kiku leaned his head onto his palm as he took another sip from his sake.
“Yes, I do…though it isn’t as good…but I learned it.”
Both males smiled at one another their faces looking more relaxed as they chatted away. How oddly comfortable. It was probably that hint of alcohol but the fact Gilbert had never heard any mention of Kiku bothered him. Why had he not met this guy before?!
“Well, our home countries do have good history with one another.” Gilbert added on as he drank more from his mug.
“Yes they do. They are still in good terms with one another…”
There was silence once more but it wasn’t that awkward kind. It was a strange acknowledgement and agreement between them. Despite the beautiful music in the background and the chit chat, all they could notice was the nice warmth of the alcohol traveling down their throats, settling into their stomachs and the stares they gave each other. They both were smiling more than usual. From a distance if someone were to be watching, it’d look like two males shying away from one another or practically acting like maidens in love.
“They look like they’re flirting.” Elizabeta said giggling into Roderich’s chest.
The Austrian rolled his eyes. “Hopefully that idiot doesn’t ruin it.”
“Ohhh? You noticed it too?”
“N-No… I’m simply stating—”
“Hmmmm? My Roderich was worried about Gilbert messing up his chance?!” The green eyed brunette gasped.
“Elizabeta! Why would I—”
“Sure. You’re not convincing me dear.”
“You’re impossible sometimes.”
“Hahaha!~ And yet you love me.”
“No arguments there.”
Roderich lifted his wife’s chin up to look at her smiling face. She was always so full of joy, so playful. She really was the opposite of him in that sense. She was his sun, his muse, the one that brought out the better in him. And maybe even his softer side. He couldn’t help but smile back at her. She raised an eyebrow.
“Roderich?”
He leaned forward and softly locked lips with her. Her eyes widened at the sudden action but she soon reciprocated. It was a slow and tender kiss. A very much appreciated gesture of affection. Elizabeta smiled, feeling herself melt into it but laughing as well. She whispered an ‘I love you’ to him which he returned shortly after.
The reception went on a few more hours as the night arrived. Kiku and Gilbert had purposefully been left alone by everybody else and the Japanese male suddenly mused. He was having interesting and random conversations with the albino and as fun as it was, where the heck was Alfred? He completely ditched him! He would definitely give his friend a scolding once he’d see him.
Yet what Kiku didn't know was that said American was across the room singing his lungs off.
“O! SAY CAN YOU SEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! BY THE DAWN’S EARLY LIGHT! WHAT SO PROUDLY WE HAILED!~”
“Shut it you BLOODY GIT. Nobody wants to hear that from YOU. Besides, you bloody stole that song from us! From my people!”
“Wwwhat the heck?!” A slight slur was heard from the blue eyed male.
“Oh no… not this again.” Matthew sighed at Alfred and Arthur. Here it was again, the British versus Americans debate. He did not need that again. His family was just too much.
“VODKAAAAAAAA!~” A Russian by the name of Ivan interrupted the conversation. He instantly clung onto the bickering duo and suddenly everything died down between them. Complete and utter silence filled the air as they froze.
Arthur and Alfred both turned to Matthew with desperation clearly written over their faces. They could only gulp and internally scream in terror. Matthew used those wonderful invisibility powers of his to disappear. How handy they came in! No way in hell was he going to stick to Ivan! Why was he invited anyway?!
“We’re going to have fun, da?”
“D-D-Da...” Both Alfred and Arthur reluctantly said in unison.
“It’s great having friends!”
Kiku and Gilbert figured they would look for any familiar faces. Some people were leaving others were drunkingly holding one another. Elizabeta and Roderich were nose rubbing and feeding each other cake at the center of the room. Kiku couldn’t find Alfred at all and the blond was his ride home. Gilbert was just trying to find anybody who wasn’t too intoxicated and could keep up with a normal conversation.
“Hm, I actually have a question for you Kiku.” Gilbert looked over at the Japanese he was walking with.
Kiku noticed the sudden serious tone. “Yes Gilbert-san?”
“Well, would you like to hang out sometime with the awesome me—”
They then heard familiar voices.
“Feliciano! Don’t drink that. You don’t even like beer!”
Yes! A voice he recognized! He walked over with his own beer in hand and pulled Kiku along not really caring for his action.
“Lutz!” Gilbert said cheerfully leaning on his shoulder.
“Luddy! That’s not fair…they might have something I like here~ Oh hi Gilbert!” Feliciano lit up at seeing him.
“Hello bruder.” Ludwig responded.
“Nice to see you both sober.” Gilbert pulled Kiku over and put his arm over his neck casually while letting his fingers rest on the smaller male’s shoulder.
Kiku felt his face flush. That was a bit too much contact for him, sober or not.
“Gilbert-san… could you move your arm—”
“Hm? I cannot hear you. Speak up.”
Kiku frowned already annoyed. Before Kiku knew it, this man started teasing him left and right whenever he got the chance. It was frustrating and yet he couldn’t help and wonder why? Why was he so intrigued? His response was simply “its fun seeing what faces you make. You look too composed. Let loose! That’s what the sake’s for! Kesesese!”
“OH! You know Kiku too~ Kiku!” The Italian clung onto Kiku and nuzzled him.
“Ah!” The Japanese felt overwhelmed by the sudden attack of affection.
Gilbert couldn’t help but melt at the cute sight.
“Ja, just met him some hours ago. We’ve hit it off pretty well.”
Ludwig raised an eyebrow and looked at Kiku’s flustered face. He yanked Feliciano off of him.
“Feliciano, let Kiku breathe.”
“Aw~ But Luddy, I missed him!”
“I missed you too Feliciano-kun but—”
Gilbert blocked out the rest of the conversation. He really wondered how in the world his friends knew Kiku but he hadn’t?! And he knew his brother! Why hadn't Ludwig ever mentioned him?!
“I assume my bruder has not given you a hard time Kiku?”
That got the albino’s attention.
“Hey Hey! I’ve been treating him with the utmost respect!”
“Oh?” Ludwig replied trying to believe in his older brother’s word.
“Yes, Gilbert-san is quite entertaining. Although he can be a bit too much when he intentionally teases me but I suppose that must be part of his charm. Though we have only spoken today he is very friendly.”
Ludwig looked over to Gilbert. He raised an eyebrow. While he knew his brother to be very playful and sometimes overwhelming but it was odd… Kiku didn’t look like someone who was annoyed. He looked almost amused.
“Huh. You’re the first to call it a charm. Others call it annoying.” The German said bluntly.
“LUTZ!?” Gilbert said feeling a bit hurt.
Ludwig sighed.
“Ve~ They’re great brothers. They get along really well! I didn’t know you’d be coming here Kiku!”
“Neither did I. Alfred-san suddenly invited me yesterday. He asked if I had anything to do and next thing I knew I was apparently at this wedding.”
Ludwig and Gilbert snorted in response to that.
“That sounds like Alfred.” The albino replied as he finished his mug of beer. He honestly lost count at how many he had within the hour. Good thing he could handle his beer.
They all suddenly heard Elizabeta scolding somebody and smacking them with god knows what.
“Mien gott… What did Francis do this time? I told him not to cause trouble.” Gilbert said while putting his hands over his head.
“He probably wanted some good photos of Miss Elizabeta or Mister Roderich!”
Both brothers and Kiku sighed in unison. There was a sudden loud speaker announcement.
“Alright my dear FRIENDS. The reception is OVER. Go home already or I’ll have to kick you out myself~! While I understand some of you are intoxicated beyond belief, the ones who can move and aren’t drunk as hell, leave please and thank you!”
The sound was cut off.
They all looked at one another. While they did not wish to feel Elizabeta’s wrath because in truth they were not drunk out of their minds, Kiku still had to find Alfred.
“I have to go look for Alfred-san. I came with him after all. It was quite fun seeing you all again but I must be leaving now—” Kiku bowed and started walking off without saying anymore.
“Hey, hold up Kiku.” Gilbert grabbed hold of the Japanese male’s arm stopping him in his tracks.
Kiku blushed this time feeling something inside him jump or skip. He wasn’t used to all that touching and let alone from an attractive person he just met. Wait, did Kiku internally admit that Gilbert was attractive? Why did Gilbert have to get so physical? He knew it wasn’t just directed at him but it was still strange. He was used to Alfred’s touches because in all honesty the American had been like that since day one and even demanded from Kiku that he kill away that shyness. He was a child on the inside and outside. Kiku had explained to Alfred that you couldn’t just simply get rid of a big part of your own character but of course the blue eyed male never truly understood.
Feliciano gave Ludwig a look. The German of course, oblivious to his companion’s look was pulled away from the pair.
“What is it Feliciano? Why did you pull me away from bruder and Kiku?”
“Ve~ Isn’t it obvious Luddy? Let’s keep walking.”
“Uh…”
“Oh, you’re so slow~”
“Feliciano! I’m keeping up with you in walking.”
“Not that silly Luddy! Gilbert likes Kiku!”
Ludwig took a moment to process what was said. He stopped walking. His brother? Liked his friend Kiku? What?
“What makes you so sure?”
“Haven’t you noticed? He’s been paying extra attention to Kiku! And he just met him earlier today!”
Ludwig thought for a bit. “Hm, he’s probably being friendly.”
“I don’t think he’s just being friendly! If that were the case then why did he stop Kiku from looking for Alfred?”
“Uh… Alfred is probably intoxicated and he is probably worried Kiku won’t have a ride home?”
“But why worry about someone you just met?”
“My bruder is nice like that sometimes. If he really likes you.”
Feliciano opened his eyes and they gleamed. “See! You just said it!~ When he really likes someone!”
“Ja, but Feliciano that doesn’t mean he wants a relationship with Kiku.”
“Oh Luddy~ That comes later.”
“O-Okay but I’ll at least text my bruder to let him know we’re leaving.”
“Alright!~”
“Uhm, Gilbert-san? May I ask you for a favor?”
“Ja, go ahead.” Gilbert responded.
“May you let go of my arm?”
“Oh. Sorry sorry.” The albino released the other’s arm.
“Do you not wish for me to look for Alfred-san?”
“W-Well it’s not that.” Gilbert said avoiding eye contact. “I-I just…could I have your number?”
Kiku’s eyes widened at the sudden question.
“N-Nani?”
Gilbert laughed after hearing Kiku’s response. He had realized that the Japanese male would once in a while let out a tiny bit of his native tongue when he’d be flustered or confused. It was quite cute.
“Sorry if it’s too bold. I just really had good talks with you and I’d like to actually get to know more about you. Would you not like to know more about the awesome me?”
Kiku let out his muffled laughter. Gilbert’s face went a light shade of red.
“What is it?!”
“Sorry Gilbert-san. I feel the same. It was a pleasure speaking with you, even if you are a little too bold for my taste. I’d be glad to exchange numbers.”
“I guess you’ll just have to get used to more awesomeness in your life.” Gilbert grinned in response.
Kiku smiled at the albino with rosy tinted cheeks. So maybe Kiku was way cuter than Gilbert had anticipated.
The wedding reception went more unexpected than Kiku had thought. He honestly just expected to stick to Alfred the whole time but then again the hyperactive male was always full of surprises. Surprises that sometimes gave him headaches. While his ride home and other friends were possibly intoxicated, he had made an interesting new friend. He wondered if he’d be able to truly handle someone like Gilbert. As for the albino, he couldn’t wait to actually spend more time with the Japanese male but in a different type of environment of course. Roderich and Elizabeta would certainly be happy for him, Roderich because of more privacy in his married life and Elizabeta well, because of her inner fujoshi.
“I told you Gilbert-san you needn’t accompany me. I’m simply looking for Alfred-san.”
“Ja, Ja. I know Kiku but just in case you can’t find him I could take you home.”
Kiku stopped in his tracks and Gilbert couldn’t really react quickly enough so he bumped straight into Kiku’s back. The shorter male turned around and looked at him.
“You drank.”
“So?”
“So you will not drive tonight.”
The albino wanted to laugh at how stern the smaller male said that but figured he’d save himself for the feistiness.
“Oh. Then just stay at my place if Alfred can’t be found.”
“Eh?”
“Yeah.”
Kiku scrunched up his face contemplating. He hadn’t really thought about that. Why did Alfred have to be so irresponsible? Before Kiku could say anymore they heard strange sounds coming from a nearby door that hadn’t exactly been locked properly. Curiosity really urged Gilbert and grabbed Kiku’s arm pulling him along.
“H-How are you so stupid, yet you bloody look so good.” Arthur’s words slurred.
“Are you flirting with me, amour~?” Francis whispered softly as he continued biting the tender flesh that was Arthur’s much exposed neck.
They were leaning against the corner wall of the storage room and Francis was trapping the other. Leaving a trail of kisses against his skin, Arthur moaned as Francis continued unbuttoning the other’s shirt, taking his feel, pinching those perky nipples that wanted his attention.
“Ah—! I hate you, you flirty frog…”
Francis gave a quick nibble at one of the erect nipples and a muffled moan escaped from the green eyed male.
“That’s not what your moans are telling me, Arthur. You know I only do this with you.” Francis ran his hands over the other’s now exposed chest and the Englishman could only squirm in sinful pleasure.
He had to grab onto anything, anything at all and quickly grabbed onto those blond curly strands of soft hair. How did Francis manage to make his hair look and feel so nice?!
“B-Bullocks!” He panted in response.
“I’m telling you the truth.” Francis said with his eyes having a hint of hurt on them. He grinded his tightened and trapped erection against Arthur’s only eliciting more moans from both parties.
Gilbert and Kiku gaped at the lewdness. The Japanese male was simply a live tomato. Gilbert couldn’t move. He had no idea how to process both his friends about ready to screw one another. It wasn’t like he hadn’t ever watched or read porn but dear lord that image. The Japanese male knew they had to leave as soon as possible. As much as the site itself was extremely indecent, part of him was aroused. Was he a voyeur?! Well, that whole question of whether Francis and Arthur were together or not—Kiku shook the thoughts out of his mind leaving the pair to continue on with their business.
“Gilbert-san.” Kiku whispered as the albino continued to lean into him. “Gilbert-san?”
Gilbert just stood there not reacting at all.
Kiku sighed. He pulled at his new friend’s arm trying to drag him away as best as he could and quietly closed the door. That night they didn't find Alfred, so Kiku spent the night at Gilbert's.