"If this is another one of your tricks to 'explore the secrets of the orient'-" Kiku held up fingers to indicate the quotations- "I'll cut you," He finished with a warning.
Francis, who had called the petite Japanese man to his place for a talk, merely smirked and indicated to a sofa. "Wine or champagne, sweetheart?" he chirped as he headed to a drawer.
"No, thank you," Kiku declined politely with a small bow. He didn't make any move to the sofa.
Despite the given rejection, Francis came back with two glasses of wine. "You'll like it," He held out a cup to Kiku.
Kiku hesitated, but took the drink since the Frenchman went through all the trouble to pour it. He, however drank none of it, his suspicious nature prevented him from doing so. "Thank you," He said as he stole a glance at the questionable drink in his hand.
Francis noticed the asian's gestures. "It's not poison, love," He reassured with a smile. "Now, why I invited you here~" He moved on. Francis paused briefly for a dramatic effect, and took the chance to throw a wink at the other, "I got something to confess."
"I'm not interested," Kiku retorted right away. He wasn't bothered to listen to the confession he knows that is bound to come. It is simply strange for Francis to talk to him. The two of them are not usually associated, so not listening to whatever the blonde has to say wouldn't make that much of a difference.
Francis pouted at the second rejection. "Non, Kiku, it is not nice to decline me before I even get the chance to tell you," He said while he twirled a strand of soft hair around his finger, his lips still in a pout.
Kiku deliberated between being nice and leaving Francis. After careful consideration, he realized the chance of leaving the place sooner by getting over what he has to say than to continue and decline him. Kiku concluded his decision with a sharp sigh, "Fine. What is it?"
Francis smiled. He reached out and took the Japanese man's smaller hand in his.
"It is hard for me to open my heart this way, but..." Francis looked down as he tried to find the right words. "I'm attracted to you!" He finally blurted out.
It actually looked quite effortless for the Frenchman.
"I am aware," Kiku stated in the same lack of emotion manner. "But no, I have a reputation to uphold here, I can't go around having sex with France," He said with candid words as he gently removed his hand from the other's grasp.
"Now if you will excuse me," Kiku said as he turned to leave. Before Kiku can make his escape, another hand held on to his. The Japanese doesn't need to turn around to know who it is.
"No, please, I mean it," Francis pleaded. He shivered, for he know that rejection is inevitable.
"Let me go," Kiku tugged on his hand lightly. "Go to Arthur Kirkland," He said, looking back at Francis with a small smirk.
Francis shook his head and refused to let go. "Non! His eyebrows disgust me, and he's the black sheep of Europe, too," He pouted again.
"How did you get tundere Arthur Kirkland in bed anyways?" The smirk returned to Kiku's lips, this time, there was a mocking manner added to it. "Whatever that was, I don't see it now," Kiku was being too generous, by giving him such an obvious hint. All was left was for Francis to catch it.
Francis looked blankly at the Kiku. "Quoi..? Are you implying that i'm a whore- " He paused mid-sentence in sudden recognition at what the Japanese meant. He made a long "oh" before spreading his lips into a smirk. "What you meant, Kiku, is that you want me to use these skills on you?"
And catch it he did.