It was far too easy to be swept away by the hyper American.
Kiku watched Alfred as he spoke to citizens of his country.
America seemed to be having fun talking to the pretty, young women that had surrounded him.
Japan felt like he didn't belong here with everyone fighting for Alfred's attention, not when he wanted him all to himself.
Kiku walked away from the main party, and almost walked on to the balcony.
He decided not to when he saw that Arthur and Francis had picked that specific spot for their make out session.
How come everyone else could be with the one that they loved except for Kiku Honda?
He entered America's room, which was thankfully empty.
It was messy enough to make Japan cringe, but it was just like America to leave it like that.
"Kiks, dude! Where are you?" America called, and entered the bedroom.
Japan was calmly sitting on his friend's bed; his eyes did not express the heartbreak that he was feeling.
"Are you not having fun?" Alfred asked him; his voice expressed his concern, and warmed up Kiku's heart at the same time.
"Not really." He answered; how could he not be honest when Alfred looked at him with those beautiful, blue eyes?
"Would it be more fun if we watched horror movies in here?" America asked.
Kiku nodded his head.
All of America's movies they had seen several times, but they never seemed to stop being scary to Alfred.
Alfred had screamed, and clung to Kiku for most of the night; all of the noise from the party drowned it out.
Kiku was content.
In the morning, he woke to Alfred sprawled out over top of him.
It would have been awkward had Kiku not loved him with all of his heart.
