This is our first release and also on Christmas eve :)
This is a prewritten story. Three chapters. Released on Christmas eve, Christmas day, and the day after Christmas or on new year's depending on the response we get ^^ We're a co-authoring (team of epicness). Check our profile for more details.
So, thanks for reading and we'll see ya tomorrow if we don't scare ya away.
Elizaveta sipped the tea Kiku served her, thinking of the time when she'd thought she was alone in her "interests".
"Ah, I am happy to be in your company again, Elizaveta-san." Kiku said, sitting down at the table with his own cup of tea, looking much more eager than his calm tone implied.
She waved off his words with her hand. "Let's talk about these new doujinshi's you've just released!" She grinned excitedly.
"Ah! Hai, of course," Kiku started. "Lately I have been seeing an upraise in Gerita, but some Spamano has been released that I, personally, have been looking forward to reading. There, uhm, has also been some interest in IcelandxAppliance doujin's too. Where would you like to start?" Kiku asked politely.
Suddenly knock came at Kiku's door, interrupting him. He got up to answer it.
It was the final member of the unofficial yaoi fanclub.
"Ohonhonhon, sorry I am late mon chers~, I say it's about time we take on a project, oui?" Francis said abruptly, entering Kiku's home, but still managing to appear gracious. It's a French thing.
"What do you mean, Francis-san?" Kiku asked while Elizaveta just raised an eyebrow.
"Let's fix the sexual tensions between dear Arthur and Alfred, non?" Francis said sitting down at the table to join Elizaveta.
Kiku's cheeks pinked at Francis's blunt statement as he looked down at his feet in embarrassment. 'This...is not a bad idea...but it would have to be handled carefully', Kiku thought wishing Francis could word things a little more subtly.
Elizaveta's eyes lit up and she clapped her together excitedly. "I know just the thing!" She cried out. "They keep quiet about this, but I have it on good authority that they write private letters to each other." Elizaveta said not being able to get her words out fast enough. This is a great idea! Her head filled with possibilities, and situations, and the fact that very possibly she'd see REAL. LIFE. USUK!
Yaaaay!
"Letters? Hm, mon ami's, it seems as if this just got easier."
"This will need some planning," Kiku quietly pushed them in the right direction.
Elizabeth reached through her bag until she found a pad of lined paper and a mechanical pencil.
Kiku sighed, taking another sip from his tea.
"And what is the point of this again?" Elizaveta asked, this definitely wasn't yaoi, this was being uncomfortably close and uncomfortably sweaty.
"With these 3x optical zoom binoculars and this miscrophonic sound radar, we will be able to hear and see Alfred before he approaches."
"So if we know in advance when Alfred will get here, then why are we hiding behind a bush?" She countered, controlling her sass and trying to keep her sweet disposition.
"Ask Francis-san."
And she did.
"Rather safe 'zen sorry. Love is a tricky business, non?"
"And how come you get to wear the outfit? You're easily the most recogni-" but Elizaveta stopped mid sentence, hearing a familiar voice hum from her headphones.
"Chicka-chicka wha? Walkin' down the stairs, puh-ta-ta openin' the door, wika-wika yeah, puttin' the mail...in the mailbox."
Alfred had just slipped a handful of envelopes in the P.O. box to his apartment, then beat boxed himself upstairs.
Francis smiled, making the other two nations uncomfortable, then went to grab the letter, looking completely natural to any passerby.
His wavy blonde hair was pulled back into a short ponytail with a flat blue mailman cap pulled over it. He had typical blue pants and a dark blue button shirt that could have passed for brown at a distance. His tan mail bag swung from his shoulder while he strutted over to the P.O. boxes.
He smirked and casually opened up Alfred's mail box using a small metal type object that Kiku had hesitantly given him to use.
Bills. No.
Application for a science grant. Ew no.
More Bills. I thought we said no?
Steamy letter strewn with kisses and hearts...that Alfred probably wrote to himself. Maybe.
Crisp white envelope addressed to The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Fuck yeah!
"Now mon ami's, it was as easy as pie," the French mailman smirked, the letter dangling carelessly from his long fingers, as he walked back over to them.
Elizaveta was the first to lunge for it, tackling Francis with an unknown force that can only be described as 'extreme fangirling'.
"Oh, it's going to be so cute!" but that smile twisted itself into a frown as she scanned over the oh so, completely, American letter.
It was neatly written, but that sharply contrasted with the ...tone... of the letter.
Hey Artie!
What up? You still sulking 'bout that bet you lost with me last week?Ahahaha! I told you so! I'm the HERO! Of course I wouldn't lose! But whatever.
I still don't get why we can't just txt message each other. It's way faster y'know?
Ahahaha, see you at the next world meeting! You're hosting it this time right? I'll have to remember to bring my own lunch.
See ya then!
-Alfred F. Jones
"The Hero"
Elizaveta handed the letter over to Kiku who had been looking at her questioningly. He took the letter delicately in his hands and read it.
Francis read over Kiku's shoulder. "I was expecting something like this more or less...It is Alfred after all."
Elizaveta sighed, "Well lets have some lunch while we fix this mess of a letter."
They sat in a little cafe that smelled of coffee and had little metal tables in the front of the room where people abused the free Wi-Fi and typed their memoirs while wearing berets.
They sat in one of the booths in the back to have some privacy.
Francis had ordered a latte, he seemed to fit right in with this place, Elizaveta a muffin, and Kiku asked for a black coffee even though the barista looked at him like he was crazy.
Elizaveta pulled out a notebook from her bag and three mechanical pencils. She handed one to each of them, waving away their 'thank you's; Francis' being flirtatious and Kiku's being mannerly.
"Okay, then!" Elizaveta started, taking charge. "Let's fix this letter up! What're everyone's ideas?"
"We'll have to make it plausible." Kiku said quietly, reminding them to not to go too far.
"That's no fun! But I suppose we have too. " Francis said, smiling, obviously enjoying this. He gave a flirty smile across the table at Kiku, making him shift uncomfortably.
Elizaveta smiled behind her hand. It wasn't funny when Francis flirted with you personally, but it was certainly amusing watching him make others coughcoughKikucoughcough squirm.
"So the beginning needs to go." These words were digested, then agreed upon silently as they scanned over it.
Hey Artie!
What up? You still sulking 'bout that bet you lost with me last week?Ahahaha! I told you so! I'm the HERO! Of course I wouldn't lose! But whatever.
"We could start with 'Hello Arthur'?" Kiku suggested.
"Yes, that's realistic."
"And 'How are you'?" Kiku said, a smile forming timidly on his lips as he relaxed in their company.
Elizaveta just nibbled on her muffin, nodding.
"And 'I'm so sorry about the bet, please don't take it to heart'?"
"Z'at is where the line is drawn, would Amerique say something like that?" Francis questioned, sultry blue eyes peering over the latte cup.
"Well then what do you suggest?" Elizaveta huffed.
" Make it 'I won the bet fairly, but a hero would never brag about something like that. I knew I was going to win anyways.' See, it is nicer, but still Alfred, non?"
Nobody could disagree, and they sat and thought for a while.
An amiable consensus came over them, and Elizaveta erased the sloppy rude words and replaced them with the faux sloppy endearing words.
Hello Arthur,
How are you? I won the bet fairly, but a HERO would never brag about something like that. I knew I was going to win anyways.
"It does seem very polite for America, but reasonable nonetheless." Kiku said, staring into the murky darkness of his black coffee.
"What are we going to do about the whole texting thing?" Elizaveta inwardly groaned.
It was so Alfred, how could they tone it down?
I still don't get why we can't just txt message each other. It's way faster y'know?
"Simple. Change the last sentence to 'But this is cool and stuff' incorrect grammar is always a bonus."
"And just leave the first sentence?" Hungary sounded appalled.
"Well, what do you suggest mon cheri?"
"I don't know, maybe something like 'I'm kind of glad we don't text'."
The dubious looks screamed rejected.
"Well then." Green eyes narrowed into slits.
I still don't get why we can't just txt message each other. It's way faster y'know?
Became
I still don't get why we can't just txt message each other. But this is cool and stuff.
"Last part, non?"
Ahahaha, see you at the next world meeting! You're hosting it this time right? I'll have to remember to bring my own lunch.
"Oh boy. Well, the first sentence is fine, right?"
Nods.
"But the second and third could be modified.
"Maybe something like 'You're hosting the conference this time, maybe we could go out for lunch?' Just an idea," Elizabeth metaphorically put that on the table.
"I think it seems appropriate-"
She changed it, eagerly rubbing away Alfred's platonic words.
"But how can we get them to meet for lunch?"
Elizabeth smiled, looking over the letter:
Hello Arthur,
How are you? I won the bet fairly, but a HERO would never brag about something like that. I knew I was going to win anyways.
I still don't get why we can't just txt message each other. But this is cool and stuff.
Ahahaha, see you at the next world meeting! You're hosting the conference this time, maybe we could go out for lunch?
See ya then!
-Alfred F. Jones
"The Hero"
"Oh, we'll manage."
Several days later in cloudy England, one Arthur Kirkland sat at his kitchen table holding a letter.
He had a small pile of mail already opened up. Mostly bills, notices, that sort of thing. But what he held now was the modified letter from Alfred.
Arthur toyed around with it, fiddling with the corners of the envelope.
Alfred's letter's were always short and somewhat neat. And rude. He knew he couldn't expect any fancy poetry,( not that he wanted any. God, of course not) or any generally polite inquires about the weather or how he was doing. Nothing of the sort.
Arthur sighed and opened the letter. And read it. And read it again.
Something was...off.
It was strangely...rather nice. Still obnoxious, but still. It was Alfred of course.
Arthur felt a smile pull at his lips as he reread the last part.
His favorite part.
"Maybe we could go out for lunch?"
He bit his lip and tapped his fingers against the table anxiously. He was obviously up to something. Alfred hates my food, so why...? The English nation sighed.
He didn't have the heart to decline even if Alfred was up to something. Partly because it was Alfred that asked and partly because this had struck his pride. No ever volunteered to eat his food. Well not his food specifically, but English food.
From England.
People out right refused or found somewhere else to be if it was his food being offered, but he'd gotten used to it by now. Not that it didn't still bloody sting.
Get the picture? It's so depressing to have people avoid your food. Barely anyone could stand it.
So therefore, Arthur immediately took out a fresh piece of stationary and his ink pen, and set to writing a response.