Peechyuuu!!

My pronouns are she/her. I post fanfics and (sometimes) drawings.

If you asked Kiku to describe himself in three words, social would not be one of them. Even so, he often found himself in situations where communication was necessary.

     It wasn’t that he was shy, he just preferred not to engage in unneeded conversation.     A homebody, if you will.     Through his own volition, Kiku would seclude himself within his room, surrounded by only the walls, his cold futon, and blank pages of white paper.     That was how he liked it.     Of course, that was before he met Alfred, literally the embodiment of America.     He was loud and obnoxious. He talked for no reason, and spouted random things at an ear bleeding level.     He was blonde, wore glasses and prided himself on guns and baseball.     Yet, Kiku couldn’t help but be attracted to this rambunctious man.     And through years of hardships and miscommunication, Kiku believed he had finally figured Alfred out.     Sure, Alfred was loud, and yea, at times he was unbearably annoying. But in truth, he was rather insecure. Constantly worrying about the expectations of others.     Approval was what he wanted, perhaps recognition.     He helped others in ways that wouldn’t be perceived as kindness, but had the same effect.     Alfred always had intention behind his actions, whether he said it aloud or not.

“I totally want a dog.” Alfred said from the floor, his back resting against the cool wooden planks.     Kiku raised a brow. “What has made you want a dog?” “I dunno. People say dogs are a mans best friend or somethin’ like that. So, it could be pretty sick to have one.” “Hm. What species?”     Alfred reached for his phone on the coffee table, and looked up local pounds, seeing if any breeds interested him.     With no luck, Alfred turned off his device and set it down. Sighing, he rolled onto his side. “No idea. Probably a small one, though a big one would be totally awesome…” He groaned. “This is hurting my fricken brain! It’s so hard to choose!”     Kiku smiled softly, watching the blonde roll around on the floor. But it also got him thinking as well. What kinda dog would he want if they so happened to get one?                                                   ***                                             (Timeskip)     The rain came down heavily, ruining Kiku’s walk. His hair was soaked, water ran down his face, and he was still a mile away from home!     Grumbling under his breath, Kiku continued to walk, hoping that the storm would soon pass over.     As he walked up a small slope in the sidewalk, Kiku’s eyes landed on a rather damp looking box ahead of him.     With his curiosity peaked, the black haired boy approached the object, his eyes landing on a small, white dog.     Its fur was soaked, and its little body shook with the rainy weather. Feeling sorry for the animal, Kiku gently picked it up, wrapping it in his coat.     When Kiku and his now furry friend made it back, they were greeted by Alfred opening the door.     Alfred blinked. “...Why are you wet?” “I was caught in the storm.”     Alfred looked down when the bundle in Kiku’s arms moved. Alfred raised an eyebrow, a bead of sweat ran down his cheek. “Keeks, why is your jacket moving..?”     Kiku only hesitated for a second before opening up the coat. A tiny white dog peeked out, his soaked fur clinging to its small frame. “Dude! You brought a dog home!? Why didn’t you just say that immediately!? Get in here!!”     Alfred guided Kiku in, his hand pressed firmly to the shorter's back.     Once they were all inside, Alfred went to the bathroom and brought out two towels. Kiku took one for the dog and started to dry the shivering creature, while Alfred used the other on Kiku’s hair. “Where did you find this little guy?” Alfred asked, his hands still moving the towel on Kiku’s head. “Looks like he doesn’t have a collar either…” “I found him on the side of the road in a box. When I looked inside, I felt very bad for him, so I brung him home.” “Well, at least he won’t have to survive in that kinda weather. It’s pouring out there!”     Kiku hummed in agreement, his back gently settling against Alfred’s chest, suddenly aware of his exhaustion.     The dog peeked its head out of the towel, his tongue gently hanging from its mouth.     Kiku found himself smiling at the creature that resembled a mochi, small and round.

"May we keep him?" Kiku asked.

“Aw, dude, I had the worst sleep last night!” Alfred yawned. “I assumed so. You kept tossing. Was it perhaps a bad dream?” Kiku responded. “Maybe,” Alfred said in return. “I can’t remember though.”     Alfred rubbed his eyes, and walked into the kitchen. He opened one of the cabinets and grabbed his mug.     While still fighting away his drowsyness, Alfred poured himself a cup of coffee, and then poured in his creamer, making it more of a warm, sweet drink rather than normal coffee. “Please make sure not to drink too much, Alfred. You always tend to drink more than you need and end up not being able to fall asleep.” Kiku said from the living room.     Alfred hummed in acknowledgement as he took a big swig, sighing contently when the warm contents satisfied his thirst.

Setting the cup down, Alfred yawned once more, blinking away the moisture that formed his eyes.

“Dude, this totally fricken sucks! How did I gain 10 stupid pounds! I work out like a friggin champ!” Alfred complained while glaring down at the scale below him.     Kiku was down in the kitchen preparing dinner when he heard the groans of his fiance coming from their bedroom.     He washes his hands, and makes sure to dry them before beginning his descent up the stairs.     Kiku opened their bedroom door and saw Alfred standing in front the mirror sideways. “What is the matter, Alfred?” Kiku said approaching the pouting blonde. “I’m gettin’ fat dude! Look at my gut!” He said, grabbing it and squeezing.     Kiku couldn’t help but laugh at the taller man. “Why are you laughing?” Alfred whined. “Is it that bad!?” Kiku shook his head, a small smile laying on his lips. “Of course not. You just say the silliest things sometimes.”

Kiku didn’t cuddle.

Key word: didn’t.

Because somehow, no matter the circumstances, Alfred always made him want to.

It didn’t matter how. Spooning. Kiku resting his head against Alfred’s chest. Alfred draping himself over Kiku like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It made him feel something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in decades. Perhaps even centuries.

So when Kiku found himself unable to sleep without Alfred’s arm slung snugly around his waist, he truly didn’t know what to do with himself.

He turned over in bed, the sheets whispering softly, and was met with Alfred sprawled on his back, tiny snores filling the darkened room. The sound was… comforting. Annoyingly so. Hesitating, Kiku lifted a hand and gently shook Alfred’s arm.

“Alfred…?” he murmured. “Um, Alfred…”

How utterly embarrassing.

Alfred blinked awake, bleary and unfocused, before his gaze landed on Kiku. Whatever sleep still clung to him melted instantly. Kiku’s eyes were wide and uncertain, almost like a puppy asking for permission it didn’t think it deserved.

Cute. “You okay?” Alfred asked groggily, rolling onto his side so they were facing each other. Their faces a few inches apart now.

“Could we, uh…” Kiku gestured vaguely between them, hoping desperately that Alfred would understand without him having to say the words aloud.

Thankfully, Alfred caught on almost immediately.

Without a word, he slid closer and draped his arm over Kiku’s waist, his palm settling warmly against the small of his back.

Kiku exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

He tucked his head beneath Alfred’s chin, breathing in the faint scent of caramel and wood. (I was gonna put burgers but ya know😼)

Alfred nudged his foot between Kiku’s ankle, surrounding him completely.

“You know you don’t have to ask, Keeks,” Alfred murmured, already drifting back toward sleep.

Kiku huffed quietly, relaxing despite himself. “This is your fault.”

The door slammed open, causing Kiku to jump. From the den, he heard shoes being tossed to the side and a jacket being thrown over the coat holder. He peeked around the corner to see Alfred running a hand through his unruly blonde hair.     He sighs loudly and his shoulders droop with exhaustion. Kiku cleared his throat, and Alfred looked up. He smiled softly at the sight of his boyfriend’s bangs tied up off of his face. “Welcome back.” Kiku said, walking over to the taller man and wiping the grime off his now warm cheek. “How was it?”     Alfred sighs, leaning into the hand caressing his face. He nods slowly, weighing out his response.  “Who knew a family reunion could turn to crap in just thirty minutes?” He laughed bitterly, his once clear eyes now coated with gloss. “I thought we’d all be able to talk. It’s just that Arthur never listens, while Francis is too soft on him, and Mattie… is just Mattie!”

    Alfred turned his head, covering his eyes with one hand, the other gripped Kiku arm sleeve. His shoulders tightened as tears threatened to spill.

“Why can’t he just listen..!?” His voice cracked, exhaustion laced every word he spoke. Kiku watched as this once loud, obnoxious boy, trembled in his arms, and fought back unwanted emotions.

    He pulled Alfred closer, gently removing the hand that covered his eyes. His eyes were round like a puppy’s, filled to the brim with unshed tears.  For a moment there was only silence as Alfred’s gaze searched Kiku’s face for any judgment, which of course, he found none. “I believe that you care too much.” Kiku said, wiping away a tear that escaped Alfred’s eye. “I am not saying you should stop, but what I am saying is the fact you care so much is going to be your downfall. You need to understand that not everybody feels as much as you do.”     Alfred nods as Kiku speaks, his ears drinking in every word pouring from his lips. “You are so lively. I do not wish to see that spark fade. Understand that you are human too, and have your own needs and emotions. Do not berate yourself for not receiving the bare minimum. In fact, the next time you see your family, I request to go with. If you do not mind my presence of course.”     Alfred sniffles, leaning his throbbing head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. He nods in confirmation. “Yea, I want you to be there. Thanks Keeks, this..this really means a lot. I didn’t mean to dump all that on you, man.” “You need not thank me. You have only shared your feelings like anyone should.” Kiku replied, his hand resting in between Alfred’s shoulder blades.

“Love you Keeks.”

“Alfred, you need to wake up.” Kiku said for the hundredth time, gently shaking the taller man’s arm. All he got in response was a groan as Aflred buried his face back into the cotten pillow.       Kiku sighed and slumped onto the bed, the bedframe swaying with the sudden movement. The reason for his distress was the fact that the couple had to attend a meeting in an hour.

       And simply knowing his boyfriend, Kiku knew for a fact it would take about 30 minutes for the American to get up, and based on the pace Alfred was going right now, they would most definitely be late.

    If the asian was being completely honest, he would rather not have Ludwig lecture him about “time management”.

    “If you do not wake up, I will refuse to give you any physical affection.” That did the trick. Alfred shot up sleepily, rubbing his eyes with a clenched fist.

“Dude, unfair!” The blonde complained groggily, pushing the rest of the blankets off of his body. “Why do we even have to go Keeks? It’s not like anything important happens at those meetings anyways!”

    Kiku listened to his complaints and handed his boyfriend his clothes and turned his gaze to the nightstand before Alfred stripped himself naked. No shame that man has. The boy slipped on his pants, and began to look for his missing glasses.

“Put your shirt on.” Kiku said while finding his glasses on the bathroom counter. Alfred threw on his shirt and placed his glasses on, blinking as his gaze adjusted.