Hi guys! This drabble is set in the same universe as the other one, America Mutterings. This can be read as a independent fic, but somethings may be confusing. Most notably that it's me, and that I'm American and that I'm a crossdresser. Please enjoy!
I grimace as I enter music room three, one hand holding the back of my collar in an attempt to keep it from brushing the back of my neck. I land heavily in my recently 'reserved' chair(aka, me commenting that I was the only one who sat there). Kyoya glances up at my loud entrance.
"Hi Kyo. … kun." I grin at our inside joke about honorifics, but he frowns.
"What's wrong with your neck?" He asks, giving me a pointed look over his glasses. I roll my eyes. "Sunburn. The Irish in me kicked in." I sigh, waving my hand as I talk. Kyoya's eyes follow it.
"Can you talk without moving your hands?"
"… Probably not." I start to laugh for no real reason. I'm there a bit early, so the Hosts all look at me. I wave, glancing at my feet.
Kaoru- or was Hikaru?- waltz over, the other twin following.
"Who is he, Kyoya-kun?" One asks, poking at me. I flinch back and glare.
"I'm a girl. Idiot." I snap, knocking his hand away. I freeze, realizing what I did and look away, muttering an apology.
"What is with outfit then?" The second twin asks, after checking his brother's slightly red hand. "She doesn't like dresses because she didn't wear them in America." Kyoya replies for me, pouring some tea. I stare at it when he puts it in front of me. He sighs at my pointed cough. "Drink the tea. In Japan it's mandatory."
"No it's not." I drink the tea anyways, sticking my tongue out when I finish. The twins stand there, starting at me until I look intensely back at them. They glance at each other and walk away, draping their arms around each other. I watch them and sign, heart aching slightly.
"What's wrong?" Kyoya asks, noting my sigh.
"The tea." I say, after a moment of thought.
"You could just call your brother if you miss him that much." He replies, typing at his laptop again. I cough for a few seconds in surprise.
"How…?"
"I looked out up."
"That's weird, Kyo. That's weird." I stammer out, taking deep breaths to avoid coughing again. "Kinda stalker-ish."
"What's weird is your obsession with nicknames."
"It's an American thing, you wouldn't understand." He sighs when I say that.
"We have nicknames here too."
"Oh." We both chuckle at my pure obviousness, and I turn to watch the girls stream into the room.