Kiku was used to the noise that followed Gilbert around. This hissing laughter than normally came with a loud voice that only grew quiet in moments of passion or tender moments. The awesome that came with nearly everything. But, there was one thing Kiku could never get used to.
It was how everyone wanted to be near Gilbert. If it wasn't Francis and Antonio it was Alfred and Mikkel, if not them it was Elizabeta and Roderich. Worse of all was Ivan. He would always try to corner Gilbert and it made the Prussian nervous when Russia was around. Ivan and the others needed to understand that Prussia belonged to him.
Kiku lowered Gilbert onto their bed, loving the flush of color that came across the albino's face. The Japanese man slowly unbuttoned Gilbert's blue shirt and pushed it off the scarred flesh. He smiled as soft gasps escaped the Prussian as Kiku kissed at his neck and collar.
"You're mine Gilbert, mine only." Gilbert licked his lips and nodded.
"Only yours..." He breathed out causing Kiku to smile more. The world may have the Prussian's loud noises but the soft, quiet sounds were all this.