Stroke, after diligent stroke, the pen formed characters on the paper.
Alfred is an idiot. Alfred smells funny. Alfred's manner of speaking is dumb.
Arthur could not help but smile as he watched Kiku practice. Insults, it seemed, were always a favorite when learning a new language.
And who better to insult than Alfred? Arthur snickered softly.
"Hmm?" The Asian man asked, looking up at him. "What's that?"
"Oh, nothing." Arthur replied, his green eyes amused. He smiled. "Your sentences are rather amusing. You by chance wouldn't happen to have a grudge against Alfred, would you?" He sat down next to him.
"Well, I-" Kiku began, looking embarrassed.
Arthur didn't know what made him do, or why he did it, but he began to lean in, and –
"Hey! Arthur!" Alfred shouted, opening the door with a BANG. "Have you seen my- Hey, what are you two doing?"
"Ah! I- ! This isn't -!" Kiku stammered, nervously picking up the papers and shuffling them.
Arthur snapped back, knocking the pen off of the table. "What the hell do you want, you bloody git?" He yelled, throwing the pen at Alfred. His face was flushed and his eyes were a mix of embarrassment and anger.
"Have you seen my coat?" Alfred asked, totally ignoring the pen. "I can't find it. And I can't be the hero without it!"
"I don't know! Go check the dryer or something!" Arthur snapped, annoyed.
Alfred laughed, not bothered at all. "Okay!" He said cheerfully, shutting the door and walking back down the hall.
Arthur turned to an embarrassed Kiku, who looked twice as flushed as he did, and said. "I'm sorry for
my brothers obnoxious behavior." Gently, Arthur placed one of his hands over Kiku's. "Would you like some tea?"
The Japanese man smiled, brown eyes turning soft. "I'd like that."