His head hurt but that wasn't the only thing that hurt. He ached all over, thought it was more like he was sore not seriously hurt. Kiku groaned softly blinking and shifting to lie on his back. He … didn't have the first clue as to where he was. Well, he knew it was a bedroom, a typical Japanese style bedroom with a few western accommodations at that, but it was not a room he was familiar with. He blinked, taking in what he could without sitting up. The room was nice and simply decorated, with only the essentials and a few decorative items in it. He frowned, wondering where he was and how he'd gotten here. In fact, he had a lot of questions to ask whoever had brought him here. He sat up slowly and was glad when the world only spun for a moment before settling down. He rubbed his temple idly as he looked around. The sound of a door opening had the black haired man glancing over. A lean blonde man had entered the room, a tray with food and something to drink balanced on one hand. He was dressed in a plain off-white tunic and dark brown trousers and had house slippers on his feet. Kiku blinked as the man smiled at him.

"Good, you're awake. We were beginning to get worried about you, lad." The man spoke, his Japanese full of an unusual accent.

"We?" Kiku replied, feeling stupid for asking but he honestly did not remember what had happened.

"Alfred and I found you passed out in a ditch on the side of the road." The man answered as he came over, setting the tray on the nightstand beside the bed, and added, "I'm Arthur, by the way. What is your name?"

"I-my name is Kiku." Kiku answered going to sit up. Arthur gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Easy, don't push yourself." He spoke green eyes concerned. Kiku blinked, blushing faintly but nodded and lay back down.

"How long have I been out?"

"Only a couple days." Arthur replied and added, "Are you hungry or thirsty?" Kiku nodded almost shyly.

"Hai… I am thirsty if it's not too much trouble." He answered. Arthur chuckled, helping him sit up.

"It's no trouble at all." The blonde assured Kiku before handing him the glass of water he'd brought with the food. Kiku drank it gratefully, subtly observing Arthur out of the corner of his eye. For some reason, he wasn't sure whether or not he should trust the man. It was an instinctive thing, but logic told him that so far the man hadn't hurt him, had in fact taken care of him. So why was he nervous?

"Do you know who I am?" Kiku asked suddenly and Arthur blinked, turning to him.

"I'm afraid not, lad. I only know that you probably got mugged and left for dead." He answered and Kiku nodded, sipping his water, a thoughtful expression on his face. All he knew was that his name was Kiku; he was away from home and with complete strangers. Well it could always be worse, he could be dead somewhere on the side of the road, so he was grateful that Arthur and his friend had rescued him. He was slightly startled when the door opened and another young man entered. This one was also blonde, but taller and broader shouldered than Arthur and with striking blue eyes. He was wearing a white tunic and brown trousers but he was barefoot instead of wearing slippers.

"Good morning pet! How are you feeling?" the man asked a broad smile on his face as he plopped down on the floor beside the futon that Kiku was on.

"Ah, I am feeling much better, arigato." Kiku answered, obviously uncertain with how to deal with the young man's high amount of energy. Arthur just let out a slightly irritated sigh as he shook his head.

"Kiku, this is Alfred. Alfred, Kiku." He spoke and Alfred nodded, still smiling broadly.

"Nice to finally meet you!" Alfred commented and Kiku nodded, smiling slightly.

"Hai, it is nice to meet you as well, Alfred-san."

Few days later…

Kiku was finally feeling strong enough to roam around the house, though he still tired easily. So he'd decided to explore his new home a little. It was a small traditional Japanese style house with a living room, three bedrooms, a couple of bathrooms and a kitchen. It had traditional Japanese furnishings with a few foreign pieces, mostly for Arthur and Alfred who came from England. They'd moved around a lot though, apparently, which explained why Alfred didn't have much of a British accent. Neither of them could cook, unfortunately, so today, Kiku had decided to surprise them with a meal. That was before he'd discovered the state of the kitchen. It was utterly filthy and cluttered. Kiku stared in horror at the mess for a moment before a determined expression settled over his features. He rolled up the sleeves of the shirt that he was borrowing from Arthur (at least until he could get some clothes of his own) as he surveyed the kitchen.

This was going to take some work.

A couple hours later, Arthur and Alfred were surprised when they walked into the house to the rich smells of something cooking. They exchanged glances and went to the kitchen, poking their heads inside. The two were astonished. While they'd been gone getting clothes for Kiku, he'd completely cleaned the kitchen and put it into working order from the absolute mess it had been before.

"You did all this? While we were gone?!" Alfred exclaimed looking around with wide-eyed astonishment and Kiku nodded, a small, pleased smile on his lips.

"Hai, I had to clean it before I cooked anything." He replied, almost seeming amused by their surprised reactions. Arthur smiled and nodded in approval.

"Well, thank you. It did need it badly." He spoke and grinned. "I guess we know how you'll be earning your keep, then." He teased and Alfred laughed as Kiku blushed faintly.

"So you fixed us lunch?" Alfred asked, having found the food that Kiku had put out on the table for them. Kiku nodded.

"Hai, I did. Please, eat if you are hungry." He spoke. The three of them sat down to eat, all of them hungry after their day's activities.

"Kiku, that was delicious!" Alfred commented when they were done eating. Kiku smiled slightly, ducking his head a bit.

"Arigato, I'm glad you enjoyed it." He spoke, blinking as Arthur and Alfred began gathering the dishes up. "Oh, I can take care of that…" he started but Arthur waved him off.

"You cooked, let us clean." He explained and Kiku reluctantly sat back down. They had the dishes cleaned up and put away in short order and Kiku found that watching them wash dishes was quite entertaining in its own right. It was obvious they had known each other a long time, which almost had Kiku feeling like a third wheel; if not for the effort they made to include him. He decided that they weren't so bad for foreigners. He could get used to them, he figured and they did seem to be genuinely nice people so he decided to give them a chance.

He would see where this went.

Okay so this is probably a shorter chapter but yeah fluff for the win! And omg Kiku stop being adorable you dork! *cuddles him tightly* Please review and let me know what you think!