(This really has no historical basis other than the dissolution of the Anglo-Japanese Alliance. I'm sorry if it confuses anyone!)
He walked quietly but swiftly through the halls, his shoes barely making a sound, followed by a few slightly clumsier men in uniform. He came to a stop in front of closed double doors. As he had been notified, he could hear scuffles going on inside, people periodically yelling unintelligibly. He straightened his sword and uniform, and with a sigh, opened the doors forcefully. The doors slammed into the opposite walls, successfully startling the half dozen men in the room. He surveyed the room with a frown. Fortunately, nothing seemed to be broken in the western-styled guestroom, complete with a four-poster bed. He returned his gaze to the center of the room, where the commotion had frozen at his entrance. His frown deepened as he stared, one by one, at the face of every man there, all donning a guilty look.
"Gentlemen," he narrowed his eyes. "I believe I specifically asked that Mr. Kirkland not be treated roughly…" His gaze was locked on to the sole blond head in the group.
"But sir…," one man muttered. "He wouldn't stop struggling… he'd already given one of as black eye and another a broken nose before we were able to restrain him."
Another man nodded behind him vigorously, a piece of dampening cloth on his face.
"Enough," he snapped. "I am not here to listen to excuses. You have disobeyed my direct orders, gentlemen, and I am sure you are all aware that the consequences for that are far worse than…" he glanced at the man with a nosebleed, who promptly attempted to hide behind another person. "…A broken nose or a black eye…" He raised his hand, signaling to the men behind him. "Please, kindly escort these gentlemen out of this room. You know what to do." A few shuffles and weak protests later, the man was alone in the room with the blond haired one. He closed the door behind him, and slowly walked up to the other, standing in front of him, staring down at the livid glare being thrown at him from below.
"Hello, Arthur san. How are you doing today?"
"Japan…" Arthur growled, spitting out blood to the side. "Don't call me by my name…"
"My apologies," Kiku replied, smiling. "England san… how are you doing today?"
"Well," Arthur spat, glaring up with his emerald eyes. "Other than the fact that I've been kidnapped, beaten, and am on this god damned floor, just wonderful."
"My. That does sound painful…" Kiku surveyed the man in front of him, his expression unchanging. Arthur was dressed in his uniform, drops of blood from the trail running down his nose and forehead staining parts of it. His arms were tied behind his back, and his boots were gone from his untied legs, probably to keep him from kicking others with force. Kiku looked around the room for them, and he found them strewn on the opposite sides of the room.
"I apologize for my men's behavior," he said, as he gave a quick bow of apology. "They did not know any better."
"Perhaps you should go a step further and release me at this moment!" Arthur yelled back, fighting to get up off the floor, but falling over, scratching his chin.
"Ah, don't do that!" Kiku rushed over to Arthur, pulling him up. "You'll hurt yourself."
"Don't touch me!" Arthur snapped, managing to pull himself away. "What is wrong with you?! I thought… I…" Kiku could see the sudden change in Arthur's expression, his eyes clouded pain. "I thought…"
Kiku sighed and picked himself up. "Well… you thought incorrectly…" He walked behind Arthur and picked him up, tossing him onto the bed. He untied his bound wrists with slight difficulty, noting the hate that seemed to have gone into tying them together.
"You must have really done something," he concluded with, with a slight tone of amusement in his voice. "…To have made them tie these knots so harshly." He began rolling the piece of rope up, glancing at Arthur who was rubbing his reddened wrists. "Those bastards got whatever they deserved," he muttered under his breath. Kiku could only smile in his illegible way.
"Well," Kiku said, having finished rolling up the length of the rope. "I have some work to attend to, so I shall take my leave. You may use this room and the adjacent bathroom as you please." He pointed to the door at the other corner of the room. "Please refrain from stepping out of this room, however." He began walking to the double doors. "If you ever need anything, there will be guards outside the doors at all times to take your requests." He placed his hands on the door knob. "Feel free to ca---"
His words were cut off as he was forcefully embraced from behind.
"Kiku… Kiku… if it's about the alliance, I'm sorry! I really am… It wasn't my decision… I didn't want to… you know I---"
It was his turn to be suddenly silenced, as Kiku whipped his body around, slamming Arthur against the wall by his shoulders. His grips made even the trained soldier cringe, making him wonder where such strength was coming from, in such a small body.
"Ki- Kiku…?" Arthur looked into the other's eyes, shining with livid flames. He had never, in all the times he had gazed into them, in passion or stolen glances, seen such coldness within it. The eyes that had always been smiling for him. Those warm eyes were gone… Did he do this to Kiku?
Kiku's face, however, did not match his body language or the fire in his eyes. It was calm and composed, blank of expression.
"Do you not understand, England san," he berated, coldly. "It's too late now. You have broken our alliance. You have broken us. We are enemies now- you and I." He let go of Arthur's shoulders, stepping back. Even his black uniform seemed to be glaring at him.
"You are our enemy. And you are my prisoner," he declared flatly, moving back to the doors. "Good day."
He walked out of the room, gently closing and locking the doors behind him, leaving Arthur frozen at the wall in shock.
Kiku leaned back on the other side of the door and closed his eyes.
"It's too late, Arthur… it's too late…"
