Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Note: I would be using their character names, mostly. This is an AU fic—a very AU one. Also, I would like to apologize early for any out of character behaviour and/or poor plotting.

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Matthew stands up to wash his face again but not before he eats two more bites of his sugary treat.

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Not in the great room; not in the bedroom, either. 'He must have gone out then,' Kiku thought. He goes into the bathroom to take a shower but catches an inevitable glimpse of the wide bed and blushes. There is nothing wrong with having sex with a… man— he tries to forget it, and he is able to do so in a remarkable record.

He locks the door behind him and faces the spotless, white tub. He lifts his shirt up but stops and lowers it back to its original state. Kiku tries to forget once more, and he is also able to do so. He strips his clothes off and goes in to take his well-deserved shower.

Aside from this morning (he is careful not to remember the biggest highlight at the time), everything was simply tiresome. Feliciano claims to have a heavy hangover and skips work entirely; coincidentally, maybe the reason why the Italian hadn't come, Ludwig appears to be in a more than usual terrible mood and paperwork seems to be stacked much higher than usual.

But in truth, the taller man wasn't mad because of Feliciano. It was because Elizaveta had come in to ask for something. Kiku didn't hear what it was since she had wanted to talk about it in private. After the whole thing, the Hungarian woman was smiling gratefully but had a bit of a scared look on her face.

And, of course, goes back to the fact that Ludwig was not in his most usual of grumpy moods.

The Japanese man stops in his thoughts as he is done with his shower. He dries up with a towel and stops at when he reaches for the doorknob. He closes his eyes. Shall it be a game of not seeing the bed while feeling for your clothes?

No. That's already becoming too childish.

He opens the door almost confidently, and he decides to go to bed after changing. As predicted when he lays down, memories about his moments of… intimacy with William floods his mind. Kiku sits up as he finally fails to suppress his thoughts; he lays down again and turns to another side as if it would work—it didn't, of course.

As if pitied by whoever controls his fate or existence, Kiku is finally able to clear his mind and rest. He lays perfectly still as his dreams show no mercy for him.

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Françis has lost sight of Arthur—he curses and lowers his head in defeat. He walks around and turns at random corners but still finds no sign of the Englishman. The streets are dimming; he only sees an old woman carrying a book with her. Damn it.

It's not easy to chase down a professional undercover agent, he admits to the obvious matter. He changes direction and turns to his left and walks straight on from then. The man decides to wait for the other two to help him. Minutes later, Françis reaches the all-too-familiar apartment complex; he goes in.

He might as well talk to the lover while waiting. But knowing his partner, nothing had been said. Still, though, it's worth trying to. If there really are no leads from talking to the smaller man, then he would just talk to everyone else—as it is one of his fortes.

Well, at least he'll find out if the two's relationship is actually real, fake or a simple fling. He knocks on the door a few times before slow minutes have passed and the door is opened by a sluggish Kiku.

"Bonjour," Françis nearly purrs.

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W-writer's block— I'm stuck, you guys.
I can't decide on how Françis should tell it to Kiku, or if I even want Françis to reveal it.

I'm sorry to say, but this might take a little longer than I thought.
Keep guessing, though. Ha ha ha.