"…England san… What is it this time…?" Kiku stood in the doorway to the western-styled room. He sighed, looking at the man in the middle of the room, practically tied to a chair, thrashing at the women around who were all frightened to death, clinging onto each other.
"Japan…get these fucking women off me…," Arthur growled, glaring at him.
"They are merely trying to help you," Kiku frowned. "Nurses, thank you. You may leave now." Before he even finished the sentence, the caretakers were dashing out of the room, some in tears. "That was no way to treat ladies, England san…"
"I didn't need their help!" Arthur spat from the chair. "Now untie me!"
Kiku walked into the room and up to Arthur, looking down at him with an exasperated expression. "England san…That was the fifth window...," he sighed as he carefully picked up Arthur's bleeding hand, pieces of glass still stuck in it. "There are only so many rooms in this facility…"
"Get off," Arthur muttered, trying to pull his hand out of Kiku's, but met resistance. He clicked his tongue, and tries to pry the other hand up, which was tied to the armrest of the chair to keep him from doing just that. Ignoring Arthur's protest, Kiku began pulling glass shards out.
"This must be painful," he commented, seeing fresh blood well up.
"It is not," Arthur snorted.
"If you say so…There we go," Kiku straightened up, dropping the glass shards he collected in his hand on the floor. He pulled out a roll of bandage from his pocket and began wrapping Arthur's hand.
"You need to take care of yourself more."
"Well, maybe if you'd just let me go, I wouldn't have to break a window every day trying."
"Arthur san, you are on the fifth floor. You'll die."
"Like I give a shit. Anywhere is better than here."
He flinched a little as Kiku glanced up at the last comment, his eyes narrowed.
"Wh-what…?" Arthur stammered, taken back.
"Nothing," Kiku replied, standing up. A smile returned immediately to his face. "All done."
Arthur grimaced. "Why do you do this?"
"Do what, England san?" Kiku asked amicably, still smiling.
"Act like this. Smile like that…"
"Sometimes," Kiku said, still smiling. "I just cannot keep up with your mood swings."
"You aren't answering my question…"
"There is no need to. I am merely myself."
"No…you aren't…" Arthur groaned, wearily watching Kiku as he walked around to untie him from the chair. Kiku untied his body then his wrist, releasing him from the chair. Arthur stood up, rubbing his arms.
"Kiku, what did they do to y---," Arthur was cut off by Kiku's sudden outburst. "England san, I need some information from you."
"You…what?" Arthur questioned, confused.
"Information. Intelligence information," Kiku articulated calmly. "Your men were… less than useful."
"My men…?" Arthur narrowed his eyes. "What men…?"
"We must have taken the incorrect ones," Kiku sighed, ignoring Arthur's question. "One simply cannot trust anyone to do well in missions anymore."
"Hey!" Arthur shouted, grabbing the front of Kiku's uniform. "Where are they? What did you do to them?!"
Kiku raised a gloved hand, expression unchanging. "Please, they are alive."
"They God damned better be," Arthur seethed, his grip on the fabric increasing.
"…Though I do not know in what kind of shape…." His eyes widened momentarily as he felt a blow to the side of his face. He smiled slightly at the taste of blood in his mouth while staggering to the side as Arthur let go of his coat, face red in anger.
Arthur could not believe that this was Honda Kiku- one of the gentlest people he knew, saying this. He felt sick as he saw Kiku smirk slightly licking a drop of blood that leaked onto his lips. His smile honestly frightened him. Was all of this hiding inside him all this time? He hoped… prayed… that it was not.
Kiku straightened his uniform and his posture.
"Do you feel better?" he asked, not completely.
"…Oh, yes…," Arthur growled. "But I would like a few more…"
Kiku chuckled. "I'm afraid I cannot allow that..My supervisor and subordinates will not be happy. They are already upset enough with my treatment of you."
"What are you talking about…?" Arthur narrowed his eyes in confusion.
"Special treatment is not something to be extended to the enemy here, Arthur san. You are living better than most of my men right now."
"It's not like I wa-"
"Some of my soldiers have never even seen a bed, much less slept on one. Some of my soldiers have never eaten what you had for dinner last night, and left half uneaten. Many of my people are starving, England san," Kiku walked back up to Arthur. "While your people deplete my nation of what little resources we have…" Kiku pushed up Arthur's chin with a gloved finger. "Tricking and conning the ignorant into unfair trading agreements, threatening with violence. My people are not pleased with you or your allies." Kiku smiled darkly. "They wanted you dead the moment you were captured."
Arthur swallowed, clearly uncomfortable. "W-why did you never say anything…?" he stammered. "I…I could have stopped them…"
"…Perhaps…," Kiku mused. "I was waiting for them to come to their humane sense…," he gave a dry laugh. "…or for you to realize what was happening to me." He chuckled. "But it does not matter anymore. We are at war. They will get their revenge. And I will not stop them."
The last thing Arthur felt before he blacked out was a blunt blow to the back of his neck.