I have such insane love for this pairing, I can't pass up an oprotunity to write something with them. This was done for the hetalia_kink community, and I had a lot of fun writing it! Please read, review, and enjoy!
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Sushi was a very visually appealing food, especially the way Kiku prepared it. Arthur had intended to be taught, but after his first ruined roll, he decided it might be best to sit back and watch for the time being. As he watched the Japanese man slice the fish and arrange it on the small mounds of rice, he couldn't help but admire the way someone who appeared so small and delicate could wield a knife with such precision and accuracy.
He was supposed to wait for Kiku to finish preparing everything before eating, but thin, nearly transparent white fillet caught his eye, and he couldn't help but snag a piece. He was hungry, and the smell of rice and seafood had been tempting him all evening. "What kind of fish is this, Kiku?" the man asked, already popping the morsel into his mouth without waiting for an answer. Fish was fish, right?
At first, the smaller man merely looked amusedly annoyed at his fish being stolen, but his amusement was replaced with concern when he realized exactly what it was the man had taken. "Ah, Arthur-san, you might want to spit that out before you chew it up-"
Arthur refused to speak with his mouth full, so he finished the bite of chilled fish before answering. "I don't see why. It has a strange flavor, but nothing so disgusting that I'd need to thpit it out…" The man paused, frowning at his sudden slurred speech. "Kiku, why ith my tongue numb?" As he spoke, the numbness was spreading from his tongue to his lips as well, causing further alarm.
Hiding his smile with his hand, Kiku tried not to laugh as he answered the bewildered Englishman. "I don't think fugu is a very desirable first sushi experience for anyone. Now we'll have to wait for the toxins to fade away before we can eat."
"Toxthins?!"
Kiku did laugh at this, kissing the flustered older man before pressing a stack of silverware and plates into his hands, instructing him to set the table while they waited. Arthur did as he was told, swearing to himself to never eat anything Japanese again without explicit instructions from his lover; he hadn't even felt that kiss.