Tear Stains ~Sequel to Red Eyes~

An Honorific

Holy Rome blushed deeply. "W-what?! No way! I'm sure- S-H- Chibitalia was female!"

Kiku covered his mouth to keep from laughing out loud, while Francis was already doing so. Ivan just looked confused.

"Little Italiya does not look like a girl..." He murmured.

Francis laughing quieted as he pretended to wipe a tear from his eye.

"Oh, Russie. It's because he wore dresses. Though, it was obvious to most he was male." He told the other, smiling and leaning closer.

Holy Rome's blush became even more obvious, if that was possible, spreading from his cheeks up to his ears and down to his neck.

"I-It's not funny!" He squeaked.

Kiku shook his head, almost fondly.

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Kiku shifted uneasily in front of Ivan's room. He had felt much more comfortable with the Country latey. Now wearing one of America's small shirts and over-sized sweatpants, he was standing in front of Ivan's room.

He lifted his hand to knock before frowning and pulling back.

Kiku had originally wanted to go to Yao, but found it would be extremely uncomfortable. What was he even doing?

He couldn't sleep, and he just wanted to see if anyone else was awake. He kept telling himself.

The truth was, he needed to be near someone for a while. The only ones he felt comfortable with were sleeping.

Kiku rested his hand on the knob. He would just see if Ivan was awake, nothing more.

Slowly, he opened the door and peered inside.

"Mmm? Comrade? You should be sleeping..." Ivan mumbled sleepily, sitting up.

"Wah! Gomen Ivan-San! I just wanted to see if you were sleeping yourself..." Kiku said, opening the door a bit more.

"And... I see you are. I'll just..." An embarrassed blush spread across Kiku's cheeks as he went to shut the door.

"No... You are lonely, da? We can talk if you want to." Ivan said sitting up.

Kiku stopped, before nodding with a small, "Okay, Ivan-San..." and shuffling in. Ivan patted the spot next to him, and Kiku went over and sat on the bed. (Annoyed when he found his feet could not reach the floor.)

"Sand...? Comrade? What are those funny little things you put after our names?"  Ivan asked, tilting his head.

Kiku blinked for a moment, before smiling.

"Oh, they are honorifics. San is... Polite, I suppose." He explained.

"And the others?"

"Well... Sama is someone of higher power... Kun is friendly and is usually more commonly used for males, though it is not unusual to see it being used for females. There is also Chan, which is used for people you find cute or sweet. Though it is more common for females, males have been called '-Chan' as well." And suddenly he couldn't stop, going on about his little honorifics and how they were used.

Ivan beamed and pointed at himself. "Can I be called '-Chan'?" He asked excitedly.

There was once again an embarrassed blush. "U-uh..."

Ivan's smile dropped, and he looked sad. "Oh... Am I not cute...?"

"N-No! You are! I mean-" Kiku took a deep breath. "You are very cute, Russia...-Chan."

Ivan giggled and crushed Kiku in a bear hug.

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Yao frowned at the bathroom mirror. It was merely is reflection, nothing more, but it unnerved him.

"Aiyah. I am being paranoid, aru." He mumbled to himself.

He went to check everyone's rooms anyway. Only Kiku and Toris weren't there, though Yao believed he saw him sleeping on the edge of Ivan's bed.

Though, where was Toris?

Crash!

Well, that might answer the question.

He quickly rushed into the living room, expecting something bad to have happened.

There was a glass shards all around Arthur's feet. Seemingly from a jar.

"Aiiiyyya." Yao sighed.

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Lutz frowned at the Lithuanian. Toris had come in yesterday to talk to him, because he had seemed the safest to speak to.

Though, everytime he had gotten to speaking, someone interupted them.

It was starting to get on Lutz' nerves. He had gotten a few words in, just the important information, but that didn't to satisfy Toris.

"Alright, what do you want to know now?" He asked evenly, sinking into his meeting chair, though Toris was standing.

"W-!"

"LUTZ!"

"MEIN GOTT, WHAT IS IT THIS TIME?!" He roared at Matt, who had come in the last four times.

"Woah, chill. I wanted to ask-!"

"Nein."

Toris sighed and got up to leave. It was obvious he wasn't going to get anything done here.

Though, he was kind of interested in the frantic yelling from Oliver everytime François coughed.

Though, he seemed in pain...

Then, it hit him.

Francis was dead.

Now, François was dying as well.

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It's short (I KNOW) but wait, because something big is about to happen. And I have more headcanons.

-Romano and Switzerland would make great parents.

-France wears make-up to hide every scar on his body, and buys it off Switzerland (For money, the Swiss insisted), Poland, and Hungary.

-England was a Jerk to all of his colonies except America.

-France gets flustered easily, he's just good at hiding it.

-America, Italy, and Poland are smarter than they seem. They are nations after all.

Also, if you have seen my other books, let me ask you>

Who do you think my favorite character(s) is/are?

Au revior~

Note: I accidentally published the next chapter on accident. Sorry!