Welcome To America

by AzalieKirkland 2.0

Kiku's great-grandpa wants him to live with him in America, but Kiku doesn't know English. He's scared he won't make any friends, but what happens when he meets Alfred, who speaks Japanese and can help him get around the country? I suck at summaries. I don't own anything but the plot, Kiku's parents, great-grandpa, and a few other things later. Rated M for planned future chapters.

2. Chapter 2

After several arguments with my mother, hours of organizing, washing and searching… I finally had everything perfectly packed and ready.

And today it when I fly over the Pacific. It was great timing, too. Only a few weeks were left until summer break, so I can just skip the last few weeks of school.

Thank goodness he can't keep me the whole summer, I told myself.

My parents, my three brothers, and my sister all saw me off.

"Oh, I love you so much! Call me when you get there and be safe, sweetie!" my mom said, hugging me.

"Yes, mom," I replied.

"Don't do anything stupid, and don't do anything too smart. Although, you can piss off Gramps a little bit," my dad joked.

"Okay, dad. Will do," I laughed as he hugged me.

I high-fived my brothers, though Yao was being a jackass and tackled me to the ground. We fought for a while until my sister complained about me forgetting about her. Then I stopped to pick her up and twirl her around.

"Don't be gone too long. I need someone to be evil to those brats!" she declared, pointing to my brothers…specifically Yao.

"I smile and poked her forehead. "I'll be back soon, Mei. If I piss off the old man enough, I'm sure I'll be back home in a few hours!" I smirked.

"Don't be too much of a smartass, aru!" Yao said, narrowing his eyes but smiling as my mother glared.

"Now, get on your plane! You'll miss it!" my mom exclaimed.

"Right. Umm… See ya," I said awkwardly and left to board my plane.

A Few Hours Later

This is so BORING! I complained to nobody but my head. It's loud, cramped, and just plain boring!

I looked at the person next to me. He was a large, tan man. Clearly American. I scooted closer to the window and stared out.

Then what I was hoping wouldn't happen, happened:

"Hey… Kid…" the creepy man said.

I glared wearily and replied, "Yes?"

"Got any food?" he asked in the worst Japanese I've ever heard.

"Umm… No?" I answered. I turned and looked back out the window, not really wanting to talk to him anymore.

Oh God… Get me off this plane! I silently prayed.

A/N: I know this chapter is really short. I promise I'll try to make them a bit longer. I actually already have, like, four chapters done. Please R&R! I need*cough-want-cough* feedback! :3