A/N: LOL I AM SUCH A WHORE. I changed the summary to attract more people. Reviews make me smile.

I feel so bad about not updating this for a while. Sorry, sorry, sorry! I've been busy with...stuff. I finished L:TWB and then I got another idea for a PruCan story so I started with that and now all my focus seems to have gone into it and –takes a deep breath- I'm so sorry to have kept you all waiting.

I should be packing right now but instead I'm here, writing this. I'm off to Spain in just a few hours...yay! Damn English weather. So cold and wet. DX

Chapter One: Wander

Dear Alfie, Jr.

I realise I haven't written in...like, two days. Arthur told me I had to write in you at least every day. Ah well, he said at least.

Besides, I've been pretty busy.

Yeah, busy playing video games and not doing my homework.

And maybe I lost you.

I kinda lost you, yeah.

But I found you and you're here now! Hi again. You missed me, right? You missed your owner, huh? I'm sorry for letting you slip under my bed and you got all dusty and stuff. I tried to not get you dusty, but I did.

I have failed you as a father! NO!

Ahem.

So anyway, once I had found you, I was like, 'OMG I have to write something.'

That was two hours ago. An hour later all I had was the first sentence thingy. But now a lot of things are just flowing out of my pen.

OMG that sounded like a genius sentence. I could be the next Shakespeare or some shit like that.

On Friday (which is, like, three days away from now) my class is allowed to have a free day outside. Apparently it's gonna be really sunny, so I might hang out with Arthur or something. That'd be awesome.

There's this huge field nearby that's normally off limits that we could sneak in to and be cool and stuff.

Today, I also found out that Arthur looks really attractive in the daylight.

The hallways were so noisy yet so spacious.

That was an advantage of going to a private academy that (mostly) well-behaved, intelligent kids attended. All the space but with the same amount of noise. That obviously was not a good thing, but it was better than a school full to the brim of hormone laced teenagers that were silent.

By their lockers stood students of all ages. Some looked strong, some looked weak. Since they came from all over the world, at least three different languages could be heard as you walked down just one long corridor.

Although most people of different nationalities mingled together, sometimes they would hang out together. Just like the German speaking kids who, for some reason, were all together by one locker today.

The Austrian, Roderich, was glaring rather evilly but discreetly at the Swiss, Vash, as he tried to ensure his little sister Lili was going to be okay – she was young, naive and new. The German, Ludwig, was interrogating his older brother Gilbert, who looked rather...high. Where he got the drugs from, Kiku didn't want to know.

Kiku was the new student now, fresh from Japan. He spoke English quite fluently (thankfully enough) but was rather shy and kept to himself. If he had an opinion, he would rarely speak it and just agree with somebody else, much to the dismay of others.

As he passed the German kids, trying his best to avoid their gaze, he saw quite interesting sights. There were girls giggling and pointing at what looked to be Kiku – whatever they were giggling about was a mystery and he quickly concluded that it was best that way – and there were boys laughing amongst themselves about immature things.

Kiku felt very...out of place. He felt like a red chair in the midst of a hundred dozen green ones. Not because he was Asian, but because he was so quiet and had such a different culture.

No wonder it was so loud.

He was positive he couldn't have been the only Asian there, of course, but a little bit of him doubted that. How awkward would it be?

Suddenly, a blur moved towards him, causing him to stumble a little. It turned out to be a person who just ran into him, knocking Kiku's books straight out of his hands.

The boy who ran into him stopped. Kiku thought he was going to apologise and help him pick up the heavy load of books, but instead he furrowed his eyebrows and rudely said, 'You shouldn't be in my way, aru.'

Kiku didn't know how to reply politely to him and thus stayed silent, blushing slightly. It relieved him that there was another Asian there, but he obviously wasn't Japanese thanks to his lack of manners. He shuddered a little upon thinking that he'd get confused for being Chinese or even worse...a Korean.

Besides, it wasn't even Kiku's fault. The boy had been running at a speed not allowed in the school halls for safety reasons, therefore he was mostly to blame.

Why Kiku was getting blamed, he would never know.

As Kiku contemplated all of this way too hard, the boy had gone already before he knew it. Kiku sighed.

As much as it relieved him to know he was not alone, it didn't relieve the growing stress in Kiku's mind...he was going to be slaughtered here.

Roughly half an hour later, the bell for first lesson rang. The kids all scrammed to their lessons as quick as a heartbeat, leaving the hallways vacant. Except, of course, for Kiku.

Kiku looked around for someone to help him out. He had a timetable in his hand but he didn't know where he was meant to be going. Room twenty? Where was that? Kiku looked at the door nearest to him...room five. He would have to commence on a journey of epic proportions if he wanted to get to room twenty on time.

What if the teacher was inconsiderate and didn't listen to him when he said he got lost, even though it was the truth? He didn't want to get into trouble on his very first day.

He certainly didn't want to be late, either. That was his worst nightmare. Sort of.

He slowly started walking up, checking each door as he went. Room seven...room nine...room eleven...room thirteen...room fifteen. The hallway ended. He was stuck at a fork in the road – which hallway was it? Kiku was really starting to panic.

Just then, someone else stumbled into him. He was so tiny and delicate that he was so close to falling over completely. This time, the boy who ran into him stopped almost immediately.

"Hey, you okay?"

Kiku blinked twice to get his head around this. Everyone was at their lesson...did this boy not care if he was late? Did he not care that he was going to be in huge trouble?

"H-Hai," Kiku weakly stuttered, accidentally speaking in his native tongue. He gulped in order to speak the right language when addressing non-Japanese people. "I-I'm fine. Don't w-worry."

The boy tilted his head to the side and pouted, probably by accident.

"You sure?" he asked, sounding quite uncertain. He knew Kiku wasn't fine; there was something wrong. Even though he couldn't read the atmosphere at all, he could still see Kiku wasn't alright. That took a lot of skill for him.

Kiku sighed deeply and shook his head.

"Could you help me?" Kiku asked shyly, blushing a little. He pushed his timetable out and pointed to the first box on 'Tuesday'. "This is my first day here and I need to find room twenty. Do you know where that is?"

The boy hummed in thought.

"Dude, that's my first lesson, too!" he suddenly squealed in excitement. Kiku stepped back a little, scared by the sudden noise. This boy really didn't care if he was heard. He was almost fearless. Kiku jealously admired that. "We're in the same class! Cool!"

Kiku started walking with the boy down the next hall. They were walking slow enough for the boy to pipe up, "The new kid, huh? That's rough. Luckily you have me, the hero, to help you out and not let anyone pick on you! I'm Alfred, by the way."

Kiku bowed slightly like he had learnt back home, which confused Alfred a little.

"Nice to meet you, Alfred," Kiku politely greeted. "My name is Kiku. What do you mean by 'not let anyone pick on you'?"

Alfred didn't understand how Kiku was so oblivious. Surely he knew how new kids got treated? Maybe he was an alien.

"Well...ya know," Alfred shrugged, not knowing at all how to explain himself. "When you're new, I guess...people just find you an easy target. I don't mean to scare you or anything but...anyway, you don't have to worry, seriously! I'll be your friend!"

Kiku gave Alfred a little smile, just visible enough for even a dumbass like Alfred to grasp, before muttering to himself, "Ah...how n-nice of you."

Alfred forced one hand onto room twenty's door.

"We've reached our destination!" Alfred boomed in a big, flashy commercial like voice. Kiku's smile grew a little at the corners, although he was a little bemused by Alfred's action. Ah, cultural differences, how funny they were.

Alfred pushed the door open and kept it open, indicating for Kiku to go in first. He did, very quietly, feeling the palms of his hands starting to sweat and his heart beat fast in his throat.

Alfred walked in after him, closing the door behind him.

The teacher turned around from her blackboard after hearing the door shut, not looking very impressed about seeing Alfred. She narrowed her eyes. The class were staring at the two, mainly Kiku, like they had just murdered someone.

"Alfred, sit down," the teacher said in the most boring tone ever. It was enough to make someone fall asleep immediately.

Alfred walked over to his seat, smirking. When he reached his seat, he high fived his next door neighbour, Francis, just because he could.

Then, the teacher realised that she was expecting a new student and walked over to Kiku, still standing nervously by the door, his hands in front of his legs, his thumbs fumbling with each other.

"Ah, you must be Kiku," she realised, her tone suddenly lightening up. She flashed a warm little smile before dropping it again to speak. "Kiku Honda."

Kiku bowed in traditional greeting before he was being pulled over, by the teacher (why was she allowed to do that? For the purpose of this story, she is, deal with it), over to her desk.

Kiku's blush only grew, his face resembling that of a tomato, as much as he didn't want to. He scanned the class. They didn't look all too dangerous, but yet the atmosphere surrounding him felt so intimidating and harsh.

He especially didn't like the aura emitting from the tall boy a few rows back wearing a scarf covering most of the bottom half of his face. How he could feel it from so far away was what frightened him the most.

"So, Kiku, tell us a little about yourself," the teacher urged, sitting on the edge of her desk. She resembled that of those slutty teachers, only she wasn't young at all and wasn't exactly a sex bomb that set hearts racing.

Kiku took a deep breath.

"I-I'd rather not..." Kiku whispered.

The teacher heard him and shook her head, tutting mockingly.

"Just say where you come from and what you like to do," she replied, trying to sound as calm as possible. Kiku felt uncomfortable – very uncomfortable in fact – thanks to the dozens of eyes staring straight at him. He tried to avoid their gazes, but it was as if they were following him.

Kiku didn't want to share a lot about himself, but if he had to, then so be it. He wasn't one to disrespect an elder's rules.

"W-Well," Kiku began, not knowing exactly what words to say. "My name is Kiku, I am from Japan, I love animals...anime, manga...yaoi."

Kiku face palmed himself. Yaoi? Where the fuck did that come from?

His blush seemed to get bigger, although Kiku thought that was close to impossible. Luckily for him, the students just looked at him confused. They'd all heard of anime, the majority of them had heard of manga, but none of them knew yaoi, so maybe he could get away with it.

Kiku's eyes then suddenly directed him to Alfred, shyly sitting in the third row by the left hand corner. He was blushing, too. Oh God...did he know?

The teacher looked at him, intrigued.

"Kiku, tell us more about this yaoi!" her optimism only got more and more visible...and obnoxious. "I'm sure we'd all love to know!"

Surely she was joking?

No way was this bitch for real.

Kiku groaned and wanted to sink down into a hole forever. Oh the shame...

"I-It's nothing," Kiku lied. "Um...i-it's...uh, Japanese for...um. It's just a Japanese...game. That's all it is."

The teacher raised an eyebrow and was about to ask more before Alfred cried out, "Look dude, you've embarrassed him! Leave him alone!"

Kiku closed his eyes tight to pretend that this wasn't happening and he hadn't just fucked his first day up. Luckily for him, though, Alfred had saved him from any more potential embarrassment.

"Alright," the teacher gave in. She sounded the exact opposite of what she said, and her glares told a different story, too. "Francis, move."

Francis raised both of his eyebrows in shock.

"What? Moi? Why me?" Francis asked melodramatically, all the while pointing to himself. The teacher sighed. She really couldn't be bothered. It was a Tuesday morning, it was early, she was tired and hadn't had her coffee yet.

"Yes, you," her pessimistic tone returned once again. Way to brighten up a dull day. "Move to the spare seat at the back so Kiku can sit next to Alfred."

Arthur, who sat two seats away from Francis, started laughing very loudly. As Francis walked past him, he pushed Arthur's head as a way to shut him up but obviously it didn't work...

"Hey, frog! Don't push me!"

"I wouldn't have to if you just shut your mouth!"

"Why should I have to, Frenchie?"

The teacher sighed and raised a hand to her forehead, rubbing it. Oh great, a headache. She had to deal with those two almost every single day and they were hard work. Having an Englishman and a Frenchman in the same room was never a good idea.

Never.

Kiku took his seat next to Alfred quietly, trying to drown out all the shouting near him. He could have sworn he felt Francis' eyes boring into the back of his head, pouting at him. He liked sitting next to Alfred. Alfred and Francis drew provocative pictures throughout the boring lessons, although his pictures were cartoony and weren't as real life as Francis' were.

How they never caught...they would never know.

Kiku kept his head forward the entire lesson, taking notes when appropriate, unlike Alfred next to him who just fidgeted in his seat and kept poking Kiku with his pencil in order to get his attention.

When Alfred was sure Kiku wasn't looking about five minutes before the end of the lesson, he got his diary out and started to write as quickly as possible, his handwriting coming out tacky and rushed.

Dear Alfie Jr.

DUDE.

I HAVE MET THE MOST AWESOME PERSON EVER THAT ISN'T ME.

His name is Kiku and he's so effing adorable. I could just, like, eat him up or something. Wait, if I ate him, then I'd be a cannibal and I'd never see his adorableness again! OMG I CAN'T EAT THIS ONE! HE'S TOO CUTE AND AMAZING!

He accidentally said he likes yaoi...

I thought I was the only one who knew what that was. Japanese culture is big at my place and all but I didn't know they actually had yaoi in Japan.

._. So, yeah. I hope he's not kidding when he says he likes yaoi because if he does then he is my new best friend. Sorry, Arthur.

He's so cute when he blushes and smiles. His accent is so sweet, even though sometimes I want to laugh at his Engrish. I wonder if he can teach me Japanese...

"Kiku! Wait up!"

Kiku turned around at the sudden mention of his name to be faced by a very out of breath Alfred. Kiku had left the lesson as quickly as possible in order to get to his next lesson, although he didn't exactly have a clue where he was going.

Alfred quickly snatched Kiku's time table and sighed.

"Same class again, dude," Alfred said, handing the timetable back to Kiku. "Follow me."

Kiku walked beside Alfred, trying his best to avoid brushing against him, whilst keeping his head down and fixated on his feet so that he wouldn't get so clumsy. And that he wouldn't have to face Alfred's gaze...

"So, dude, you like yaoi?" Alfred kept his voice down low, although he knew that nobody would get what he was on about.

"Hai, Alfred-kun," Kiku kept his voice down low too. He trusted Alfred for some reason with that and didn't mind speaking openly about it. "I'm surprised that you know of it. By the way, you are pronouncing it wrong. Is all of America's purpose to secretly butcher my language?"

Alfred giggled obliviously, not realising how cruel Kiku just sounded, even if he was just teasing.

"Kiku...liking yaoi doesn't make me gay, does it?" Alfred asked, his voice breaking at random moments as he struggled to keep his naturally loud voice quiet. Kiku blushed at the question, not sure how to reply straight.

"Well...no..." Kiku's eyes darted around as he kept his head down and stayed focused on the floor. "Liking...the same sex...makes you gay, Alfred-kun."

Alfred giggled at the way Kiku pronounced his name. He sounded like he was having some difficulty with it. It sounded like Arufred. Engrish was such a funny language to Alfred. Was that racist?

"Oh, good," Alfred sighed with relief. But...he did like the same sex, although no one knew it. He only liked yaoi because he wanted to live happily ever after with a boy and, plus, some of the stuff he found was pretty...hot. No, scratch that. Incredibly hot. Scorching hot. So hot that it could fucking burn.

"I like yuri, too, but I'm not a lesbian," Kiku replied, still whispering. Alfred laughed at how adorably silly Kiku was. He wasn't sure if Kiku was being serious or not, but judging by his tone, he meant it.

"Well, yeah, because it doesn't work that way..."

Dear Alfie Jr.

TODAY WAS SO uneventful.

Apart from meeting Kiku and discovering the meaning of life because of it, everything was boring as usual. The teachers were so mean to me! Pfft, giving me a detention because I didn't do my homework. I was told that, if you didn't do something, then you don't go punished. So WTF. I demand justice for this!

When Kiku laughs I swear a flower is born. Can flowers be born? A flower is a living thing, right? Living things are born so I think flowers can be born, too. OMG A BABY FLOWER. That would be so kawaii~

Kiku taught me that word. I knew it but I kept spelling it wrong and pronouncing it wrong. He's gonna teach me so much and I'm gonna feel so smart because of it.

I'm so glad to finally be back in my dorm after having dinner and I can just turn in for the night. I heard somewhere that Kiku is moving in with me to this dorm because my brother recently moved out (to be with that annoying Prussian dude ugh how lame) so I better get ready.

What I mean by that is locking the door and masturbating before he gets here.

Okay bye.

A/N: Yay, it's done, yay I feel like I just did a good deed.

I hope this was worth the wait D:

I had to involve a bit of PruCan, didn't I? Gosh I am so damn biased.

I based the teacher on this old teacher I once had back in Year 4. Everyone hated her but she loved me and in turn I liked her back. I swear every teacher nobody likes loves me O_O Like my French teacher who is actually Spanish but looks like he's Italian. Nobody likes him but me. FOREVER ALONE

Next time someone asks me what yaoi is, Imma say it's a game. Yaoi is a recurring subject in this story so expect it a lot. Also, I mean no offense regarding what Kiku said about Americans butchering his language. DON'T WORRY. Us English are starting to do it, too. It's fun to take the piss out of ourselves...and others...but ya know.

I got the title from a word generator and I will most likely do that for further chapters. I'm so unimaginative, I apologise.

When I next update either of my stories, I shall be in sunny Spain! :D I feel like Seme!Romano. XD

Hasta la Pasta~!