[APH] Thrum, Pop and Steady
Title: Thrum, Pop and Steady
Category: Axis Powers Hetalia / Hetalia World Series
Characters/Pairings: fem!Japan/England
Genre/Rating/Warnings: romance/PG15/sex, AU
Summary/Excerpt: Arthur runs (literally) into a mysterious woman on a lonely Christmas Eve.
A/N: Somehow, it turned out like this. ^^;
Thrum, Pop and Steady
It's an incredibly lonely Christmas, Arthur thought as he made his way back to his humble hotel.
In one hand, he carried purchases from the nearby convenience store-namely two tubs of pudding (more of yogurt and cream, really), a large cup of instant noodles (which would be his Christmas Eve feast), three pieces of cold onigiri (which would be his Christmas breakfast) and six cans of beer (to fill him in between). His other hand stayed warming in his coat pocket. His feet shuffled heavily along the city's bustling, snow dusted sidewalks. The ache in his knees made him feel terribly old. His back was calling for the comforts of a thick mattress. His cheeks were colored red and raw from the winter chill and his heart felt so full to bursting as he looked up and beheld the fantastic lights of Tokyo in December.
Arthur sniffed, a tad put off at his inability to shake off the heaviness in his chest he hoped his small vacation would rid.
"Japan?" Francis, his co-worker had asked him when he informed him of his leave. "Why? You don't know anyone there and you hardly speak Japanese."
"I'll manage somehow," Arthur had replied. "I've got a phrasebook. Besides, I want to get out of here. There's really nothing to see in London during December."
His college friend and drinking buddy stared at him and he knew full well there was no fooling Francis, not during this time of the year. After all, it was the second anniversary of Arthur's break up with a certain Alfred Jones that made him vow celibacy for the rest of his life, complete with various potencies of liquor and copious amounts of crying.
Why Japan indeed, Arthur mused as he tore his eyes from the Tokyo sky upon curious gazes of the locals. He passed by several shops, restaurants and bars bedecked with glittering holiday cheer, happy families and laughing friends and thought perhaps this was the best place to be truly alone even if he really wasn't. He inhaled deeply, attempting to will away the beginnings of melancholic tugging within his gut.
"'Scuse me! You're foreign, aren't you?" a sharp lady voice cut through the metropolitan hum, jolting Arthur from his thoughts. On impulse, he turned to look and saw a woman in an orange kimono bolting from an alley and heading straight toward him. "Thank god! Please take me with you!"
"Wha-?" was all Arthur could manage when she latched onto his arm and turned to face a group of men in suits who had been in pursuit.
She yelled something in Japanese and Arthur stared bewildered as the two parties seemingly argued. Her grip on him was tightening and nervous sweat condensed on their touching skins. Whatever she was claiming, it wasn't proving very convincing until she told him,
"My name is Kiku. Call me Kiku and they'll go away."
Still puzzled and with acute realization he had thrown logic and caution to the winds a split second before opening his mouth, Arthur said, "Come Kiku. Let's go."
The woman in the orange kimono made a sound of triumph and they walked away together, leaving a defeated group of men in suits behind.
- - - -
"Heeh? You're alone on vacation?" Kiku remarked as she wandered around Arthur's tiny hotel room, poking her head in the bathroom before sitting daintily on the cushioned chair fronting the desk that held the television, which sat facing a double bed. She looked strikingly orange amongst all the beige and white.
"See here…" Arthur began, slowly catching up to what's happened to him. The rest of his words escaped yet again in a restless sigh he'd been emitting since he realized Kiku wouldn't be separating from him, not that night.
"Do you have plans?" she asked, looking at him with innocent question. She then stood and made a bow, as if the ritual politeness would appease him. "I don't mean to keep you."
"Keep me." Arthur deadpanned, unable to grasp the fact his strange woman in orange seemed to lack the fundamentals of social interaction, which he presumed the Japanese to strictly uphold. But somewhere in between letting another restless sigh escape his lips and searching Kiku's open face to wonder if she was dense or clever, he realized this must be the moment where his life would change.
"Well, I was going to have dinner," he said tartly and brought out the cup noodles from his plastic bag, slamming it down impressively on the little work table Kiku stood next to.
"…isn't that awfully festive," she remarked and Arthur's ears reddened. "I'll make you tea," she said before rummaging through the table's drawers and pulling out the hotel's thermos and complementary tea.
Arthur watched as she went to the bathroom and filled the pot with enough water for both the tea and his noodles. He idly thought of how pretty she was in her orange dress, standing there with her hands folded and the orange artificial flower in her clean cut, chin length hair askew from their earlier excursion. It was like seeing an ornate doll come to life.
"What do you want?" he asked and Kiku turned to look at him. "I don't have any money on me. At least not the amount they probably pay you for."
Kiku stared at him with the smallest of frowns on her face before she brightened with realization and laughed. "Nothing of the sort, unless you ask me to. I won't charge you. But honestly, I just want a bit of company for Christmas." She smiled at the stupid look on Arthur's face. "Your name? If you don't mind."
"Arthur."
"Arthur-san, then." Kiku said. "May I accompany you this Christmas Eve?"
Indeed, Arthur didn't have anything planned for his stay in Tokyo, aside from brooding, but he was determined to quit the habit. Thinking about Alfred, what they had and how he left wasn't going him any good. Even simply thinking made a dull ache prickle in the backs of his eyelids, or perhaps Kiku's kimono was too bright.
"I only have onigiri," he said, grabbing a beer and popping it open before taking a swig and plopping down on the bed.
"That's more than enough," Kiku answered. The red light of the thermos switched to green and she poured out hot water to two cups of tea and a Styrofoam bowl of noodles. She took her seat on the cushioned chair and waited for three minutes.
"So…why were those men chasing you?" Arthur asked.
Kiku gave a wan smile. "They were yakuza. The owner of the club I work in is in a lot of debt. The boss had said all will be paid for if I were handed over. Naturally, I didn't want to go."
"Wha-isn't the yakuza something like the mafia?" Arthur asked.
"Something like it, yes," she replied. "And you Arthur-san? Why spend Christmas alone in a foreign country?"
There was a metallic pop of Arthur's second can of beer. "I just need a little break from work is all," he sniffed. A break from everything really, but one needn't divulge the truth.
…until three cans of beer later, as he was sobbing on Kiku's intricately embroidered orange kimono.
"Why?! Why did Alfred leave me?! Augh…aaah…"
Kiku ran a comforting hand through Arthur's hair quite unsure of how he got to the carpet on his knees and had his head in her lap. She glanced at the drool that pooled on her skirt and winced.
Finally, she sighed and cupped Arthur's cheeks, gently making him face her. Her steady gaze was met with a glazed, watery one.
"Would you like to forget, Arthur-san?"
The man nodded desperately and she stood, leading them both to the bed. "Come then, I'll give you something better to remember."
- - - -
Arthur languidly broke through the sheet of liquor-induced haze sprawling across his mind to find incredible heat engulfing his groin, and Kiku riding him.
"…eh?"
"A-arthur-san…" Her sweet voice came in short pants. "Please close your eyes. I-imagine I'm Alfred."
But as the blood slowly rushed from Arthur's extremities to his crotch, he could only feel Kiku's hot palms splayed on his abdomen, the squeeze of her thighs on either side of him and the gentle drips of sweat from her white forehead and decided he didn't want to imagine Alfred. He gazed in awe at the bouncing of her breasts with every downward thrust, how she open and closed her mouth in hitched whimpers as again and again she brushed a delicious spot deep within her body. It was endearing the way her cheeks pinked and how her hair smelled of tangerines.
"A-arthur-san…close…" She throbbed all around him and Arthur grabbed her shoulders before pushing her down on the bed.
She collapsed gratefully and wrapped her arms around him. "Say…say his name."
His haze was returning, along with an alluring heat. An orange coil of pleasure unfurled in his belly. He stiffened and bit back a cry as wave after wave of tingles shot down his spine and out his cock. Somewhere far away, he heard Kiku moan.
"…Kiku," Arthur whispered before passing out.
- - - -
"Looking peachy there, Arthur!" Francis greeted jovially and clapped him hard on the back.
"Bloody hell, Francis!" Arthur coughed and shot a glare at his co-worker.
"Glad to see spring is with you. How'd your trip to Tokyo go?"
"Fine enough. I'm thinking of returning this April."
Francis raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" he grinned knowingly. "And I do wonder what you did there, my friend. I take it you've finally gotten over Jones?"
Arthur tutted. In truth, he wasn't sure.
On Christmas Day, he has awoken to an empty bedroom, a tub of yogurt, the last can of beer and a piece of onigiri missing and an orange artificial flower lying quietly beside him. Something close to a sense of loss settled in his stomach. He rolled over to the side Kiku had vacated and buried his face in the still-warm sheets. His hands slid snugly under her pillow and met a piece of paper.
Puzzled, Arthur had sat upright and read the little note. On it was an address and, with what he presumed to be Kiku's handwriting, the words 'if you want to'
END
Category: Axis Powers Hetalia / Hetalia World Series
Characters/Pairings: fem!Japan/England
Genre/Rating/Warnings: romance/PG15/sex, AU
Summary/Excerpt: Arthur runs (literally) into a mysterious woman on a lonely Christmas Eve.
A/N: Somehow, it turned out like this. ^^;
Thrum, Pop and Steady
It's an incredibly lonely Christmas, Arthur thought as he made his way back to his humble hotel.
In one hand, he carried purchases from the nearby convenience store-namely two tubs of pudding (more of yogurt and cream, really), a large cup of instant noodles (which would be his Christmas Eve feast), three pieces of cold onigiri (which would be his Christmas breakfast) and six cans of beer (to fill him in between). His other hand stayed warming in his coat pocket. His feet shuffled heavily along the city's bustling, snow dusted sidewalks. The ache in his knees made him feel terribly old. His back was calling for the comforts of a thick mattress. His cheeks were colored red and raw from the winter chill and his heart felt so full to bursting as he looked up and beheld the fantastic lights of Tokyo in December.
Arthur sniffed, a tad put off at his inability to shake off the heaviness in his chest he hoped his small vacation would rid.
"Japan?" Francis, his co-worker had asked him when he informed him of his leave. "Why? You don't know anyone there and you hardly speak Japanese."
"I'll manage somehow," Arthur had replied. "I've got a phrasebook. Besides, I want to get out of here. There's really nothing to see in London during December."
His college friend and drinking buddy stared at him and he knew full well there was no fooling Francis, not during this time of the year. After all, it was the second anniversary of Arthur's break up with a certain Alfred Jones that made him vow celibacy for the rest of his life, complete with various potencies of liquor and copious amounts of crying.
Why Japan indeed, Arthur mused as he tore his eyes from the Tokyo sky upon curious gazes of the locals. He passed by several shops, restaurants and bars bedecked with glittering holiday cheer, happy families and laughing friends and thought perhaps this was the best place to be truly alone even if he really wasn't. He inhaled deeply, attempting to will away the beginnings of melancholic tugging within his gut.
"'Scuse me! You're foreign, aren't you?" a sharp lady voice cut through the metropolitan hum, jolting Arthur from his thoughts. On impulse, he turned to look and saw a woman in an orange kimono bolting from an alley and heading straight toward him. "Thank god! Please take me with you!"
"Wha-?" was all Arthur could manage when she latched onto his arm and turned to face a group of men in suits who had been in pursuit.
She yelled something in Japanese and Arthur stared bewildered as the two parties seemingly argued. Her grip on him was tightening and nervous sweat condensed on their touching skins. Whatever she was claiming, it wasn't proving very convincing until she told him,
"My name is Kiku. Call me Kiku and they'll go away."
Still puzzled and with acute realization he had thrown logic and caution to the winds a split second before opening his mouth, Arthur said, "Come Kiku. Let's go."
The woman in the orange kimono made a sound of triumph and they walked away together, leaving a defeated group of men in suits behind.
- - - -
"Heeh? You're alone on vacation?" Kiku remarked as she wandered around Arthur's tiny hotel room, poking her head in the bathroom before sitting daintily on the cushioned chair fronting the desk that held the television, which sat facing a double bed. She looked strikingly orange amongst all the beige and white.
"See here…" Arthur began, slowly catching up to what's happened to him. The rest of his words escaped yet again in a restless sigh he'd been emitting since he realized Kiku wouldn't be separating from him, not that night.
"Do you have plans?" she asked, looking at him with innocent question. She then stood and made a bow, as if the ritual politeness would appease him. "I don't mean to keep you."
"Keep me." Arthur deadpanned, unable to grasp the fact his strange woman in orange seemed to lack the fundamentals of social interaction, which he presumed the Japanese to strictly uphold. But somewhere in between letting another restless sigh escape his lips and searching Kiku's open face to wonder if she was dense or clever, he realized this must be the moment where his life would change.
"Well, I was going to have dinner," he said tartly and brought out the cup noodles from his plastic bag, slamming it down impressively on the little work table Kiku stood next to.
"…isn't that awfully festive," she remarked and Arthur's ears reddened. "I'll make you tea," she said before rummaging through the table's drawers and pulling out the hotel's thermos and complementary tea.
Arthur watched as she went to the bathroom and filled the pot with enough water for both the tea and his noodles. He idly thought of how pretty she was in her orange dress, standing there with her hands folded and the orange artificial flower in her clean cut, chin length hair askew from their earlier excursion. It was like seeing an ornate doll come to life.
"What do you want?" he asked and Kiku turned to look at him. "I don't have any money on me. At least not the amount they probably pay you for."
Kiku stared at him with the smallest of frowns on her face before she brightened with realization and laughed. "Nothing of the sort, unless you ask me to. I won't charge you. But honestly, I just want a bit of company for Christmas." She smiled at the stupid look on Arthur's face. "Your name? If you don't mind."
"Arthur."
"Arthur-san, then." Kiku said. "May I accompany you this Christmas Eve?"
Indeed, Arthur didn't have anything planned for his stay in Tokyo, aside from brooding, but he was determined to quit the habit. Thinking about Alfred, what they had and how he left wasn't going him any good. Even simply thinking made a dull ache prickle in the backs of his eyelids, or perhaps Kiku's kimono was too bright.
"I only have onigiri," he said, grabbing a beer and popping it open before taking a swig and plopping down on the bed.
"That's more than enough," Kiku answered. The red light of the thermos switched to green and she poured out hot water to two cups of tea and a Styrofoam bowl of noodles. She took her seat on the cushioned chair and waited for three minutes.
"So…why were those men chasing you?" Arthur asked.
Kiku gave a wan smile. "They were yakuza. The owner of the club I work in is in a lot of debt. The boss had said all will be paid for if I were handed over. Naturally, I didn't want to go."
"Wha-isn't the yakuza something like the mafia?" Arthur asked.
"Something like it, yes," she replied. "And you Arthur-san? Why spend Christmas alone in a foreign country?"
There was a metallic pop of Arthur's second can of beer. "I just need a little break from work is all," he sniffed. A break from everything really, but one needn't divulge the truth.
…until three cans of beer later, as he was sobbing on Kiku's intricately embroidered orange kimono.
"Why?! Why did Alfred leave me?! Augh…aaah…"
Kiku ran a comforting hand through Arthur's hair quite unsure of how he got to the carpet on his knees and had his head in her lap. She glanced at the drool that pooled on her skirt and winced.
Finally, she sighed and cupped Arthur's cheeks, gently making him face her. Her steady gaze was met with a glazed, watery one.
"Would you like to forget, Arthur-san?"
The man nodded desperately and she stood, leading them both to the bed. "Come then, I'll give you something better to remember."
- - - -
Arthur languidly broke through the sheet of liquor-induced haze sprawling across his mind to find incredible heat engulfing his groin, and Kiku riding him.
"…eh?"
"A-arthur-san…" Her sweet voice came in short pants. "Please close your eyes. I-imagine I'm Alfred."
But as the blood slowly rushed from Arthur's extremities to his crotch, he could only feel Kiku's hot palms splayed on his abdomen, the squeeze of her thighs on either side of him and the gentle drips of sweat from her white forehead and decided he didn't want to imagine Alfred. He gazed in awe at the bouncing of her breasts with every downward thrust, how she open and closed her mouth in hitched whimpers as again and again she brushed a delicious spot deep within her body. It was endearing the way her cheeks pinked and how her hair smelled of tangerines.
"A-arthur-san…close…" She throbbed all around him and Arthur grabbed her shoulders before pushing her down on the bed.
She collapsed gratefully and wrapped her arms around him. "Say…say his name."
His haze was returning, along with an alluring heat. An orange coil of pleasure unfurled in his belly. He stiffened and bit back a cry as wave after wave of tingles shot down his spine and out his cock. Somewhere far away, he heard Kiku moan.
"…Kiku," Arthur whispered before passing out.
- - - -
"Looking peachy there, Arthur!" Francis greeted jovially and clapped him hard on the back.
"Bloody hell, Francis!" Arthur coughed and shot a glare at his co-worker.
"Glad to see spring is with you. How'd your trip to Tokyo go?"
"Fine enough. I'm thinking of returning this April."
Francis raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" he grinned knowingly. "And I do wonder what you did there, my friend. I take it you've finally gotten over Jones?"
Arthur tutted. In truth, he wasn't sure.
On Christmas Day, he has awoken to an empty bedroom, a tub of yogurt, the last can of beer and a piece of onigiri missing and an orange artificial flower lying quietly beside him. Something close to a sense of loss settled in his stomach. He rolled over to the side Kiku had vacated and buried his face in the still-warm sheets. His hands slid snugly under her pillow and met a piece of paper.
Puzzled, Arthur had sat upright and read the little note. On it was an address and, with what he presumed to be Kiku's handwriting, the words 'if you want to'
END