I'm only doing this once. I disown these characters.

The story is somewhat based on this manga I read a long time ago; I can't remember what it was called, but it was about some high school kid falling in love with the owner of an umbrella.

Warnings: Yaoi, Character death, Iggypan with one-sided Ameripan, eventual Ameripan, Human names used

He couldn't help but admire the person standing before him. He was petite, skin pale as the vanilla ice cream, eyes brown as chocolate syrup, and hair black as… well, he couldn't really think of a black topping off the top of his head; point is, the person before him was, in a word, cute, and Alfred couldn't count the times he'd spent staring at him.

A deep sigh escaped his lips as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed in his chest, and bespectacled eyes engraving the image of the other deep in his mind.

Kiku was brushing his teeth, eyes closed, earphones in, and hips swaying to the music. The language was foreign to Alfred, most likely the other man's native tongue, but he could tell- Kiku was moving to the beat of the music.

He could have gone on looking at the other person for eternity… well, maybe not eternity; he still wanted to be able to eat… but still, something close to eternity wasn't that bad. He wasn't sure how long he'd been there, but his thoughts were interrupted by very angry Japanese words.

Idiot… mumble mumble….stupid…mother blah blahh

Ahh. He's so adorable when he's angry.

Alfred could only make out a few of the insults Kiku was throwing at him, but all Alfred could focus on where Kiku's reddening cheeks, eyes narrowing in anger, and his little fists flying around him as he insulted Alfred for having sneaked up on him while he was in the bathroom.

All Alfred could do was chuckle as he walked into the bathroom, closing in on Kiku. Kiku wasn't so much as mad as he was embarrassed at having been seen dancing, and although he was doing his best to portray his anger, all Alfred saw was a little Shitzu (Kiku) barking at a Saint Bernard (himself), and hey, he found that hilarious.

"Now, now you two." Alfred's hand froze inches away from Kiku's cheek. His eyes shot open for a second before composing himself. Clearing his throat, he retracted his hand and instead moved it to push his hair out of his face.

Oh, yeah. I forgot.

"What's going on, Kiku?" Alfred's older brother stood at the door fixing his tie.

Arthur.

Kiku huffed as he made his way towards Arthur, not before throwing Alfred the coldest stare he could muster.

"Nothing," Kiku said as he placed a gentle kiss on Arthur's lips and helped him fix his tie. "Alfred just played a little prank on me, is all."

"Really?" Arthur asked while buttoning the sleeves of his shirt. Giving a small thank you to Kiku as he left the bathroom, Arthur turned to look at his brother. "Alfred…"

Just the tone of Arthur's voice was enough to make him roll his eyes.

"He over exaggerated, bro," Alfred said as he got a towel from the cabinet. "He's just pissed that I saw him dancing. It's his fault for not locking the bathroom door."

Arthur sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose trying to fight back a headache. "You used to love Kiku, Alfred. What happened?"

I still do. "Nothing."

"Look, you're growing up. You're 18 now and you understand some things better than you did before." Alfred couldn't help but roll his eyes in annoyance. He hated when Arthur went all paternal on him.

"Yeah? So what?"

"Well, if my relationship with Kiku is starting to… I don't know… cause you discomfort or anything, you can tell me."

Really? Than break up with him.

"I'm not going to leave him,"

Well fuck.

"- and I hope you understand that, but if it bothers you in some way, instead of taking it out on him, you can come talk to me and we can work something out." Arthur's green eyes bore into Alfred's blue ones.

I love Kiku. Teasing him is my way of coping.

"Alright?" Arthur nudged Alfred's side as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Alfred couldn't help but smile. Arthur's absurd eyebrows were comical and it was one of the reasons he was glad to have had a different father with dominant genes.

"Whatever."

"That's my baby brother," Arthur teased as he made his way out of the bathroom.

Once he was alone, Alfred let out an exaggerated sigh and clawed his face dramatically. As he took his pajama bottoms off (he didn't wear a top and why would he wear boxers to sleep?) and turned on the water, he could help but think of Kiku and Arthur and himself.