A small collection of stories.

An Ameripan.

((Unfinished. Contains poorly written Fluff.))

Japan sat up from his gardening, looking to his home. 'I wonder if America is up yet.' He smiled a bit, mornings was really the only alone time he got. He wasn't complaining though, he enjoyed the American's company for he had moved in with the Japanese man. Japan stood up, and walked over to the small pond in his backyard to wash off his hands. He knew he was going to have to make the American some breakfast, Alfred enjoys his cooking very much, to Japan's pleasure.

He began washing his hands, kneeling over the crystal pool of water that was surrounded by sand and rocks. He stared at the depth of it, silently wondering how deep it was.

He thought he saw something an unusual pink stick out of the water, but had no time to investigate as both of his hands were grabbed strongly and pulled in.

The cold water seeped into the heavy clothes he wore for gardening as he let out a gasp, opening his eyes. His eyes met with a pair as clear as the pool, before his lips softly met with Alfred's. It was a soft kiss, no doubt the Alfred was grinning as Kiku smiled softly. Soon the need for air became too much, and Kiku pulled away, swimming to the surface. He was closely followed by Alfred. They both reached the surface, gasping for air.

"SURPRISE!" Alfred screamed out when he finally caught his breath, sticking up his arms. Kiku winced but chuckled at America's energetic ways.

"Were you surprised? Huh? Huuuuuh?!" Alfred poked Kiku's cheeks.

"Yes. Very much.." Kiku smiled, but the clinging heavy clothes were starting to make him shiver.

"Awesome! I totally woke up at such an early hour, and I had to breathe out of a straw and stuff. I was so bored!" America pouted a bit, recalling waiting for Kiku to finally wash his hands, much like he had seen Kiku do before. That's when he noticed the nation now shivering a bit violently.

"Woah, dude, are you okay? Here, let's get out." America pulled Japan in with one arm, the reserved nation not once complaining about his personal space. With one pull, he got the two onto the rocks, patting Japan on the back as he rested for a minute.

"Sorry. I didn't think ahead. Let's get you changed." America finally said, to which Japan simply nodded. America stood up, bringing the short nation to his feet in one motion. He led Kiku back to the house with one hand.

"I'll grab you a towel." America said, rushing inside. He soon reappeared with a towel, draping it over Kiku's shoulders. Alfred then took another towel and ruffled the water out of Japan's hair, leaving his hair an utter mess. America started laughing. The blonde was so distracted he didn't notice when Kiku slipped away to change.

When he did, he slipped away to his own room to change. When he slipped back out, he went downstairs, because he was starving. He saw Kiku in the kitchen, and couldn't help but feel a bit guilty when he saw that the small Japanese man was still shivering. He pulled Kiku away from the counter, and into a hug before the man could object. His skin felt cold against Alfred's own, making the other only hug him closer.

"...... Alfred, you're not wearing a shirt." Kiku said, his face red, and muffled against Alfred's chest.

"Shshshshshshshhshshshshshsshsh." Alfred grinned, "you don't have to make me breakfast. Just go and warm up in the living room." Kiku nodded, but he wouldn't dare admit the was not in fact making breakfast for America, but instead making himself some tea.

Alfred shooed Kiku away, then turned to the half made tea. 'Oh! I bet Kiku would like this!' Alfred glared at the pot.

"Okay.... Tea.... I'm gonna... Stand here. And... You.... Make yourself..... " he pouted when his pep talk didn't work and nothing happened. He muttered to himself as he tried to remember what Kiku taught him once when the reserved nation was making tea. He did what he remembered; it didn't look the same as Kiku's, but he did his best.