This is my first fanfiction and I hope that you viewers will love it or like my work. This is a story of America and Japan, using human names. Of how they meet each other because Kiku's friend is missing and detective Alfred is on the case. There will be other shipping here as France and England; Germany and Italy. Lemons in other chapters.

Kiku ran as fast as his short legs could carry him. He was late. Again. If he hadn't eaten so much last night, he wouldn't have had a hard time getting up this morning. His message bag hit against his leg rapidly. Now he was really going to pay. His feet hit the sidewalk and he rushed into the police station. As he entered the man behind the counter shook his head. "You are late again Kiku." He said. "I know that, thank you Frank-san." Kiku said rushing passed him. He ran through the doors and went into the office to punch in. 9:30. Frowning, he ran up the stairs, passing busy policemen and policewomen with donuts in their mouths. How could they eat that so easily? Kiku thought as he walked passed people at their desks. They were going off about important stuff that Kiku would have been interested if he wasn't running late.

He burst through his boss's door and saw that he wasn't there and sighed in relief. Kiku put his message bag on the nearby chair. "You're late, Mr. Honda." A voice said behind him and made Kiku jump. He turned around to his boss in his suit and his blond pulled back neatly like always. Crap .He thought as he tensed up. "I'm s-sorry sir. I woke up late." Kiku said. His boss sighed and walked into his office. "Please go to work, Mr. Honda." He said rubbing the back of his head. "Hai." Kiku said running out and going to his desk. He put his coat on the back of his chair before sitting down. He stretched his neck and turned on his computer, ready to work. Beside his was his friend, Feliciano Vargas, his boss's assistant. With his brown hair, he waved to Kiku. Kiku smiled and waved back to him and went back to typing.

Kiku pushed the rest of his lunchbox away that he made at home and sat back. "And then he said to get the fuck out!" Feliciano said loudly, that would have been heard by everyone in the station if the station hadn't been so loud already. "I knew that he would do that to her." Elizaveta said as she bit into her apple. "She was a slut." Kiku just sat there and listen to them talk about the station's gossip and anything around the streets. He really wasn't interested in it, but like their company and enjoyed it. "How do you get all of this gossip anyway?" Kiku asked him. They were both shocked that he started to talk and smiled. "I hear it from everyone I pass." Elizaveta said proudly. "I hear it from the restaurant, the one my father's." Feliciano. "Why?" Kiku shrugged. He didn't know either. "Just curious." He answered. In that second, the clock went off in the station, telling everyone that lunch break was over. The three sigh and Elizaveta waves and leaves to go to her office while the two men went back to their desks. Kiku finishes his work nicely, right before 5:00, when he can go home.

Kiku walked to his boss's office and walked into to see him not there and his messager bag on the rack as always. He had left it here when he had first started working here because there weren't enough lockers. But even when they had added more, he continue to do this, he had gotten use to it. He grabbed it and went down stairs. Kiku said good evening to his many co-workers as he left. At the exit was Feliciano waiting for him with a huge smile on his face. He waved to Kiku wildly. Kiku gave a small wave before meeting up with him and leaving together. As they walked to the bus and home, they talked to each other—well Feliciano did the most, Kiku only gave small answers or comments. When it was their time to split, they said their goodbyes and headed home. As Kiku unlocked his apartment door, he felt arms grab around him. He flinched and then relaxed with a small smile. "Annabeth." He laughed. He heard a sigh, before turning around to meet eyes with a girl and her green eyes that seemed to shine. "You always know it's me." She said with a pout. "It's because you always do the same thing." Kiku said opening his door and taking off his shoes and putting on his slippers. Annabeth follow, with her own slippers on the side from always coming over. His were a plain baby-blue and hers were pink with bunnies.

She lay onto the couch while Kiku went to make to tea. Annabeth put on the televisions while he was grabbed his cup and took a sip. Kiku sat on his couch and took of a sip of his own. "No problem." He responded. "Have you heard of the killer going off on the streets?" she asked him with energy. Kiku almost spit out his tea when she said that. "How in the world do you hear that?" he asked. "Remember, I'm a mailwomen and I've been all over this city." She said back. Kiku thought for a second and remember hearing about it in a newspaper three days. But this had always been a dangerous and crazy city, so it was normal. "Yeah, it was in the Northwest of the city, the killer has been killing young girls and boys from the ages 16 to 25. But there isn't enough evidence to say why or what. All they know is that people's blood are being spilled all over alleys' walls and their bodies are missing. It's too much blood to say that their alive." She continues and starts to creep over to Kiku. He knew a bit about this case, working in the police station, but he had gotten use to the crazies. But the way Annabeth told him about the killer really scared him.

She starts to laugh at Kiku's reaction and couldn't help but smile. Kiku lent of a sigh of relief, seeing how she was acting. "I know it's true." Kiku admitted. Annabeth ignored him or she didn't hear him. They both continued to drink their tea and watch television until Annabeth broke the air and silence. "Do you want to meet and eat out tomorrow? It's Sunday anyway." She pleaded with puppy eyes. Kiku thought of tomorrow and didn't have anything to do, so why not? He nodded sweetly with a smile and she hugged him. Her phone went off and she looked at the clock on the wall. Annabeth let off a sigh, but quickly replaced it with a smile. "I have to go to Kiku. We'll meet at Drincso! At 3:00!" She yelled running out of the apartment and into the night. Kiku shook his head at Annabeth's energy and excitement. With his cup in hand, he thought about how he had met her. He was fourteen he recalled and he was working at a counter store as the clerk. It was almost closing time and two big men came into the store. They were tough and scary no doubt. Kiku stood up tall, not showing any fear; but he knew it was there as the men did. One of them slammed on the front counter and demanded money from the cashier. Kiku just stood there; he didn't know how to react. He was small and frail. Not much of a fighter. Sick with him just staying there, the man grabbed his collar and the other went for the money. Kiku wasn't shaking, even though he should be. The door opened with a slam and blur of orange went in his face. The man that was holding Kiku was now across the store on the floor rubbing his chest. Arms grabbed the other man and slammed him onto the counter, knocking him out.

The man got from the floor and run to the blur of orange with fists in the air. The figure move so quickly and dodged the blows and gave some of its own into his face. He fell back so quickly, his head slammed onto the floor first. The figure raised its head, showing a smile and a young girl's face. Kiku had now noticed her hat and beautiful dress of green and orange flowers. "Hey there," She said plainly. The atmosphere that was scary was now welcoming. "Hello," He responded softly. Kiku smiled at the memory and took another sip. Suddenly, Kiku heard something outside. He got up quickly and looked out the window. But there wasn't anything out of the normal. He shrugged and walked over to his door, locking it. "Better to be safe, especially with that killer." He said to his self. His stomach rumbled a bit and he blushed from embarrassment. "Well I better make something to eat." Kiku went to the kitchen to make him some dinner. He still had a smile on his face from the memory.

That was the first chapter, sorry if it wasn't much. But America will appear later on in the story, a promise. I hope you liked the beginning, I 'm going to write as fast as I can. The story will get better; I just wanted you to see a bit of Japan's life in the beginning. Sorry for grammar and spelling. (If there is any)