Chapter 7
In walked two handsome men. One was tall, he had ashen-gray hair, a scarf, purple eyes, and he had a childish smile though there was something slightly ominous about it. The other, a blonde, was of normal height, he had green eyes, and he had a somewhat irritated demeanor. Looking around the room, there were so many handsome men in the room; I nosebleed and passed out. I woke up with all them leaning over the bed, looking at me with deep concern. I wiped my nose, as my head spun.
"Hello, Miss Violet." said the tall one, "My name is Russia. I can't wait to see the look on Prussia's face as he begs for mercy." Despite the utter horrificness of statement he just made, his smile never wavered, in fact he smiled more. Note to self, never get on his bad side, I thought to myself.
"'Ello, Miss. People call me England." A crooked smile graced his features, and then vanished. Suddenly, a man burst in through the door. He had dirty blonde hair and glasses.
"So sorry, the hero's late!" he yelled in an annoyingly loud voice. "They call me America, and I'LL BE THE HERO!" Everyone in the room gave him a look that was confused, to say the least.
"Not to be rude, but, why are you here, America?" Japan asked.
"Hm? Didn't I tell you? Violet is an American citizen, therefore, it is my duty to protect her." He began to stuff hamburgers into his mouth while he tried to explain the rest. No one could understand what he was saying.
"W-well that was just interesting, but could we talk about the actual plan to find and punish Prussia?" I suggested. "Also, what will I be doing this whole time?"
"Violet, you will be staying at my house." said Japan, "Although, I'll be out helping the others find Prussia." He looked slightly sad as he said this.
"Hm? Ki-kun's house?" I said to myself. My heart skipped a beat at the thought. "S-so…when will we be leaving for said house?" I tried to hide the eagerness in my voice.
"In a couple of days, when you've regained your strength." He said. After that they started talking about boring tactics to lure out Prussia and such. I, on the other hand, fell asleep. The next couple of days were pretty much the same. Kiku never left my side and I basically just slept and ate.
"Ready to go?" Kiku asked . I nodded eagerly. We stepped out of the hospital and into a taxi. All my luggage was magically in the trunk. The airport, a small one, was almost empty. There was no security and the staff there seemed to know Kiku and the others.
"Kiku, what's with this airport?" I asked.
"It's a personal airport for us countries to use. Sometimes we need to get places fast so we don't have time for security and all the other time consuming things that most airports have." He replied. The plane ride was like most others, long and boring, except for the fact that Kiku periodically snuck kisses on my cheek and lips. We landed after hours of flight. I was tired and not in the greatest mood. Kiku on the other hand was awake and anxious. Apparently he was holding back during the entire flight because the second we got off the plane he dragged me to some remote corner of the airport terminal and pressed his lips against mine.
"Mmmm…Kiku, not now…I'm tired and there are people…." I mumbled through his lips. My protesting did nothing to deter him. I flexed my jaw to keep his tongue from sliding into my mouth. He tried to coax it open by biting my bottom lip softly. I didn't budge. Well, for a while at least. I finally surrendered and relaxed my jaw. He wasted no time invading every inch of my mouth. Two could play at this game. I pushed my tongue into his warm mouth and started memorizing every corner. We only stopped to take a breath. The both of us were gasping for air. I was backed into a corner and Kiku had his hands pressed on either wall, trapping me there.
"Not…*pant* …here….Kiku. If we're gonna do this…*pant*…let's go somewhere more private." I said between breaths. Kiku's hand slid down from the wall to my butt. He then grabbed my hand and started to drag me to somewhere he deemed "more private" in his mind. Apparently the most romantic but private place he could think of, was well, the bathroom. I didn't really care. My mind was elsewhere. The second the door clicked closed; I smashed my lips against his. His hands were everywhere. They went from my chest to my hips to my butt back to the hips, around my back, everywhere. It was when he started to unbutton my shirt that I decided to stop. "No, Kiku, I can't do this. Not after what just happened." Tears began welling up in my eyes at the thought of the previous week's events. As the first drop fell, Kiku wiped it away and kissed my cheek gently.
"I understand. You go get your bags. I'll catch up with you later." He said. I walked out of the bathroom and went towards the baggage claim. That's where fate had me cross another path.