AN: Dedicated to everlasting-luv and Kohaku Megumi! You guys give me the drive to finish this fanfic. Thank you so much ;x;
"YOU-! This is all your fault!" Yao growled, lunging forward and grasping the American by the throat. "You did this to Kiku! You-!" Yao was squeezing his throat, making it impossible for Alfred to breath, let alone fling the older nation off. Despite being old, Yao had never missed a day of martial arts practice and was actually very fit.
Alfred, choking slightly, finally managed to pry Yao off, who was still scathing mad. Breathing abnormally and clutching his probably bruised throat, he rasped: "W-what did I do to him…? I-I didn't-"
"Oh don't say you didn't do anything! Kiku told me what you did! You- you-!" Yao began to beat Alfred's chest furiously, each blow slowly getting stronger. Alfred struggled to grab his flying fists and calm the Chinese man. "You American pig-!" He hissed, venom covering the hurt in his voice. "I never thought you could do this to a man, to a human being! Kiku has been so depressed! He loved you Alfred…! He truly loved you…" his voice trailed off.
Alfred's eyes widen. Yao looked up and saw the fear and confusion in those pools of blue. "W-wait Kiku-"
"Yes… " Yao's big amber eyes filled with tears that spill over his cheeks. He knew
"I-I didn't- I never knew- he-he never called m-"
"He's been to depressed. It's all your fault-! If you hadn't chosen Arthur over him-!" Yao's voice had begun to rise in hysteria and anger then got soft and weak. "He loved you Alfred… he really did…"
Curled up in a pathetic ball on his bed, Kiku stroked the fur on the back of Pochi's neck, right behind his ears, where it was always the softest. Only Pochi was here to comfort him now. Yao had run off to do Kami knows what. He had made his way off of the couch and back to his room. Pochi, being his loyal friend, had trotted after him and crawled into bed with him.
Now they were curled up on the bed, the tears streaming freely down his cheeks. He pulled Pochi closer and hugged the small dog close to his chest, burying his face in his fur. The tears soaked the dog's coat but the small dog did not protest. He must've sensed his master's sorrow. Kiku pulled back and stroked the dog's head. "Good dog…" he whispered. Pochi responded by licking Kiku's cheek.
Closing his eyes, he loosened his grip on Pochi and slowly drifted off.
Kiku could have sworn he heard Alfred calling to him in his dreams. If only his eyes would have opened to see the real Alfred, crouched beside his bed, holding his hand, whispering to him softly. To see Yao with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes red from crying. But Kiku's eyes were too heavy with sleep to open. He'd have to settle with hearing Alfred through his dreams. He was… he was apologizing, wasn't he? Saying he was sorry for leaving after their lovemaking session, sorry for breaking the heart which Kiku had placed in his hand. Kiku didn't care about the apology. He had come back. He had come back for him. Just knowing this, Kiku sighed softly in his sleep and snuggled against the pillow as Alfred slowly stroked his tear-stained cheek.
"I had no idea I did all this to him…" Alfred whispered, staring down at Kiku who was now sleeping peacefully. "I didn't realize he loved me so much…"
Yao sighed. He did not approve of Alfred's relationship with his younger brother. He guessed he'd just have to live with it, he thought with a smile. He could, as long as it made Kiku happy. If Kiku was happy, so was he.