Chapter one~
Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Kiku sat at his table eating dinner. He was a great cook, adding all of the right spices, and the perfect amount of salt and sugars to every meal he prepared.
His house was quiet except for the occasional clink of his fork on the plate. He lived alone; except for Pochi. He was fairly private, but still friendly. The occasional friend would drop by, but he was mostly by himself in everything he did.
After he took his last bite, he got up, picked up the plate, and walked to the sink and washed it until it was completely spotless. He stood for a few minutes, rescrubbing the plate, though it wasn't necessary. He knew he couldn't wash the plate forever, but he didn't know what else to occupy his time with. Eventually he dried it and placed it in the cabinet. Leaning on the counter, he sighed and looked over his dim apartment. Everything was so still and clean. He sighed once again and got himself ready to go to bed.
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5:30 in the morning. He let out a groan and decided he would get up and check on how Pochi was doing. He slipped on his house shoes and walked down the hall.
The room Pochi usually stayed in was dark and empty. He stood for a moment, letting the serene calmness sink in, before he went across the room to switch the lamp on. Kiku glanced over and saw the window in the room was open. He wondered why but shook it off and walked over to the window, closing it.
As he turned from the window, he heard footsteps and two arms wrapped around his waist. He gasped and turned to see who owned these arms. He faced a man he didn't know. He started to yell, and the man pushed him hard against the wall, knocking the air out of him. He tried to hit him, but the man held his arms firmly against his sides. He stared at the intruder. The smell of alcohol, cigars, and piss came off this man so heavily that Kiku had to hold his breath. Then he grinned at him.
"You sure are cute," the man said in a low, husky voice. Kiku flinched at the thought. He wasn't gay.
He tried to scream again, but the man covered his mouth with his dirty hand then pulled Kiku close to his body so he couldn't move. Kiku continued screaming, but his deadlock grip prevented him from moving. His yells were muffled. The man threw him on the ground and pushed his body down before he had time to get very far up or escape. He sat on Kiku and put his hands under his knees to keep him from struggling. He tried screaming again and he hit him. Kiku felt warm blood flow down his chin from his lip and he began to cry.
Then he felt the man's cold hand touch his bare stomach and he retracted his gut. He then grasped the bottom of his shirt and ripped it down the middle.
The man then undid his pants, and then he heard the zipper. Kiku closed his eyes tightly. If he survived, he didn't want to have visual memories of this terrible event.
Suddenly he felt the man's weight lift off of him. He heard the man say "what-" but was cut off short by a thud, and he heard his body fall to the ground. He slowly opened his eyes. Another man stood next to him. He watched his dark profile as he bent near the potential rapist, who was lying motionless. The new stranger then looked up at Kiku and Kiku grabbed his shirt to cover himself, even though there was nothing much to show since he was male. The stranger walked toward him. As he got closer, his features became more apparent. His hair was blonde and he had emerald green eyes. He also noticed he held a metal pipe in his hand, which he assumed he had used to hit the other man.
"It's okay now," he said softly and helped him stand up. Kiku stood for a moment, and then looked up at him. Kiku's eyes welled up with tears and he began to cry in his hero's chest. The stranger held him tight, making sure to watch the inactive man on the ground.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this so far! Asakiku is my favourite pairing. Sorry if it is poorly written, I'm still new this stuff.