These Two Are Trying To Be Open Minded

"...spenting all of his time helping out Lovino," Ludwig sighed, rubbing at his forehead.

"I have not seen much of him either, lately," Kiku nodded. It really was not fair. Still, with the type of person Feliciano was, neither of them could say he was doing any of that to be mean. He was doing all of this because he thought helping out would get him on a better note with his brother.

As Kiku and Ludwig were types who could care less about their brethren, however, neither could understand this. They knew that was what it was, but the meaning of the words eluded them.

Kiku was only bothered about this, however, because he was already bothered by Alfred. That clueless, stupid, inconsiderate, thick

"Ah... settle down, Kiku."

Kiku blinked, staring down at his soda can which was considerably crushed in his hands (and thankfully empty). "My apologies. I suppose it upsets me more than I would like."

"Are you sure dat's all?"

Kiku let himself smile slightly at his friend's worry. It made him feel a bit more than slightly ridiculous. Then again, they were both bothered over the fact that they were being relatively ignored in the recent events.

Well, ignored by the people they would rather spend their time with. Kiku just wished Yao and Yong Soo would ignore him. Then again, that would probably mean there was something very wrong with either of them. Still, if Kiku had to hear that story about the Vietnamese police officer that kissed Yong Soo while he was in the city (like that would ever happen, Alfred had to be humouring him by agreeing with it) one more time Yong Soo might need the police to start investigating his murder.

Or not. The benefits of his work might cover that.

"I am just slightly worried that Alfred is going to drive Arthur insane."

"Den again... vhen does he not?"

"True. Would you like some more yakisoba?"

"No danks."

They sat in silence for a few moments, marinating in their relative dislike of their current situations.

"You could safe yourself de trouble by just telling Alfred how you feel," Ludwig said, the hesitation clear in his voice.

After all, saying such things made him slightly a hypocrite. Kiku knew very well as he remembered how Ludwig danced around the situation until Feliciano actually got annoyed and had to be clear and straightforward for once in his life.

Too bad Alfred did not have the same sort of temperament when it came to such things. Then again, if Kiku wanted that sort of reaction, he would have fallen for Feliciano, not Alfred. And that was slightly an unnerving thought.

"Speaking of vhich... dere he is."

Kiku turned to look through the sliding glass doors which led out to his porch. Lo and behold, Ludwig was right. Alfred was down there, walking down Pacific Street. Suddenly Kiku wished he had been drinking some alcohol to bump up his courage.

"Go ant talk to him," Ludwig tried again, though he was not looking at him. Probably did not want to seem like he was pushing him. But Kiku really needed that push right now.

He guessed he would have to do it himself. After all this time of waiting... maybe it was best that Kiku take things into his own hands.

"I will."


Notes:

You just wished you knew what Kiku did for a living.

Again, Ludwig being at Kiku's house is a rare occurrence. Because that is the case, Kiku politely asked iLudovicus to not talk while the other man was here. You know, so it would not be more awkward than conversations already could get between these two.