Kiku Honda was a kind young man. He had a fairly good life; a fine education, a steady job, and even a new fiancé. All in all, things were pretty great. Due to this, he had absolutely no idea what had brought him to this ramshackle cafe on the outskirts of town. The worn old sign that hung above the door read "Kirkland's Rootin' Tootin' Bloody-Lootin' Coffee House". For some reason, he read that in his head as having a British accent. Kiku pondered why such a name even existed, nevermind why it was being sported by a place like this. He decided to go inside and find out for himself.

As he stepped inside the brick building, he noted that the place was fairly clean, and had a pleasant feel about it. That was, until the horrid stench of char hit his nose. He cringed a little, but decided to continue onward. He sat down at one of the many small tables that lined up across the small room and opened a menu. He skimmed through it until his eyes fell upon something he heard about in a book about Western culture. Gelatin. Jello, as he knew they commonly called it. He placed the menu back on the table and saw a waiter immediately approaching him. The waiter had short, straw-coloured hair with one piece sticking up stubbornly in the front. He had blue eyes and a wide, boyish grin.

"Hello, my name is Alfred Freedom Jones and I'll be your hero- uh, I mean, your server today. What can I get'cha?" Kiku was beginning to get nervous, as his English was not stellar and he had a rather thick accent.

"Um, I'rr have the jerro, prease." The waiter cocked his head in confusion.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"The jerro, prease."

"Sorry, gimme a sec." He called over his shoulder to the kitchen. "Ludwig, get your ass over here! I need your help with somethin'!"

Kiku watched in utter bewilderment as a tall, brawny man with short-cropped blonde hair ducked out from the kitchen doors. He was very stern-looking, and seemed to have a scowl upon his face as he neared them. The man, apparently named Ludwig, let out an exasperated sigh.

"Ja, vhat ish it?" He spoke with an odd accent that Kiku couldn't quite place.

"Dude, you gotta help me! I can't understand what this guy is saying! He sounds so weird and foreign." Ludwig's scowl deepened.

"Alfred, he is right zhere. Do not disrespect the customers."

"I wasn't being disrespectful at all! This dude is just crazy!" The two proceeded to argue with one another, and the volume became progressively louder until they were both screaming. Suddenly, Kiku saw a short and angry man walk in, with bright green eyes shielded behind two massive eyebrows. He shrieked,

"What in the bloody hell are you two stupid wankers doing down here?" Kiku was sure of this accent- it was undeniably British.

Alfred and Ludwig froze and stared at the man, both looking like they were a mere step away from cowering in fear. Kiku found it rather comical, actually. The two waiters looked as if they could easily crush the angry little man, but here they were, taking orders from him. It actually reminded him of one of his favourite animes, in which there's a boy that can turn into a giant, but had to obey a midget. Shingeki... He couldn't remember the title.

The angry man quickly dismissed the two waiters to the kitchen. He stepped toward Kiku, and then spoke with his very British accent, "My sincerest apologies for that. Now, what was it that you ordered?" Kiku decided not to bother speaking and instead pointed down towards his order on the menu. The young British man flashed an apologetic smile at Kiku and hastily walked back to the kitchen.

When Kiku finally received his gelatin, the grotesque sight of it was enough to make him turn tail and sprint out as quickly as possible. Although, he couldn't help noticing a suspicious figure in the corner of the cafe. The figure let out a dark chuckle.

"Ohon hon hon,"