A/N: I do not own Hetalia Axis Powers. Cover image belongs to 茶豆 on pixiv.
Kiku Honda may seem like a typical Japanese man, polite and quiet.
However, Alfred F. Jones knew. He knew that Kiku Honda was in no way innocent and free of any ulterior motives.
And yet, he couldn't help but let him in everytime after Kiku came running back to him.
"I'm sorry," he would say, standing outside his door, eyes big and apologetic.
"It's okay," Alfred would reply.
But it wasn't. It never was.
And every single time Alfred tried to resist Kiku, the beautiful man would tiptoe and kiss him tenderly with those seducing lips and small but skilled tougue.
So this time, when Alfred and Kiku had gotten into an argument about whether Kiku was really faithful with Kiku storming out in tears, the American wasn't surprised when he found Kiku the next morning on his doorstep, he was hardly surprised.
"Hello," Alfred said.
"I'm sorry about yesterday!" the Japanese man bowed down and looked at him reproachfully. "I did go drinking with Art-"
Alfred laughed and pulled Kiku into his arms, carrying him up and spinning around.
"N-not so fast.." Kiku said shakily, confused by the American's actions - usually, Alfred would try resist taking him back until Kiku kissed him.
Alfred put him down and kissed him, feeling those warm lips draw him back to his lover.
"I love you," Alfred whispered to Kiku.
And he meant it, because no matter how many times Kiku left and came back, Alfred could never resist those lips.
..or Kiku himself.
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