Arthur Kirkland was definitely a tsundere in any situation - any situation but this one. He was staring at ___ with his gentle, emerald eyes. She stared back, rubbing her sore shoulder as she did. In expectation, the gentleman shot up from the bed, his face turning a very, very bright red. The usual rambling and name callings didn't come. ___ wondered if Arthur was sick (if he was, she would surely kill him if she got sick). Even though Arthur was adorable, sweet, and at times loving, he was extremely annoying at times too. She used to hate him almost as much as she hated living with Alfred (which was pretty bad, seeing he never cleaned). Now? Her feelings were different.

     "Did you hurt your shoulder, love?" Arthur asked, "I don't remember last night very well, but I do remember you hurting yourself. Ah, you're gripping it really hard...should I have a look at it?"
     ___ hesitated, "I don't know...it's not that bad," she muttered, "It just hurts a little is all."

     At that exact moment, a bought of pain surged through her shoulder. It was so bad that tears were brought to her eyes. ___ probably had to go to the hospital, she hadn't a clue her shoulder was that bad. Arthur seemed slightly irritated by her blatant lie. He bit his tongue to keep from shouting at her - what kind of gentleman would he be if shouted at a woman? He scooted closer to ___, gently pulling her hand away from the injury. As expected, it was very...very badly bruised.

     "Come on," he motioned for her to get up, "I'll drive you to the hospital. OH, BLOODY HELL, THAT HURTS!"

     He had stepped down onto his foot and ended up collapsing. ___ chuckled slightly, skidding over to his side. Apparently, she wasn't the only one that was injured. There was never a good party without Arthur hurting himself or having a killer hangover. His shouting had pounded around in ___'s seemingly empty, hungover mind. She winced when he started cursing loudly. As quickly as possible, she covered the Englishman's mouth, and propped him up on the mattress.

     "Shh, I'll go get Alfred or someone," she whispered, "I don't think he'll mind driving us to the hospital."
     Arthur panicked, "No, no! I'm okay," he said quickly, "Just, just give me your arm, and you can drive us there, since you don't have a broken foot. That sounds good, yes?"
     She gave him a strange look, "Okay, but if I crash your car, it's all on you," ___ said pointedly, "I've never driven a European car, just so you know."
     "You know what, love, I don't think Kiku would mind helping us out," he said quickly, "He's a nice man, let's ask him to drive us to the hospital."
     An hour later, the three of them were sitting in the waiting room. Kiku, the normally quiet Japanese man, was talking to a nurse to try and get information. Arthur, on the other hand was napping beside ___, snoring ever-so gently. For a gentleman, he was being quite rude to those around him. He must have been exhausted. Finally the Japanese man walked over, giving ___ a small smile.

     "We can go now, ___-san," he said, "Ah, do you need help with Arthur-san? Or...?"
     ___ shook her head, "Nah, I got it," she said, straightening Arthur out on her good shoulder, "He's actually lighter than he looks, it makes me wonder what he eats..."
     Kiku chuckled slightly, "You don't really want to know," he replied, "Well, I'll drive you to Arthur's home, and drop you off. I don't have much time left, sorry."

     ___ struggled to drag the Englishman to the hospital parking lot, occasionally having to hike the Brit up. She wondered how he hadn't woken up. Letting out a painful sigh, she waited for Kiku to open the backseat. The Japanese obeyed, allowing Arthur to be dropped right into the seat. She slid in beside him, buckling him up. She was so not going back to the hospital with Arthur on her shoulder. She proceeded to buckle herself up, watching as Kiku slid into the vehicle.

     "Hey, I have a question, Kiku," she said, "You and Arthur are pretty close, aren't you? You guys hang out a lot. I would have asked Alfred, but...its Alfred. So, can I please ask you a question?"
     He nodded, "Yes, you can," he agreed, "I'll try to answer it the best I can."
     ___ sat up slightly, gripping her shoulder once again, "Do you know if Arthur has a romantic interest in anyone?" she said, "I know he's a little, well Arthurish but, he talks to you a lot, and Francis says he's been 'hit by the love bug' but I don't know why he's told me."
     "You're rambling, ___-san," Kiku muttered, "As for your question, you'll have to ask Arthur-san yourself. I'm afraid I don't have the answer. Many apologies."
     She waved it off, "It's fine, I was just curious."
     Kiku drove in silence for another few minutes before finally speaking, "Do you like Arthur-san?" he asked, "I know this is uncharacteristic of me to ask, but I've noticed you've been staring at him at meetings and in class quite a lot now."
     Her face went bright red, "N-no! I don't like him like that," she denied, "Is-is it obvious?"

     After that conversation, the rest of the car ride was pretty silent (aside from the Brit's snoozing). Once they reached Arthur's home, ___ got excited. She could finally go home and shower - how she hated the smell of alcohol. This time, the usually shy Japanese assisted ___. For a man with personal space problems, he was sure quick to assist in times of need. Together, the two of them made it up Arthur's stairs, unlocked the door, and managed to get the Brit to the bedroom. Whether it was his or not, ___ didn't know nor care. She quickly thanked Kiku, whom left shortly after.

     Laughing slightly, she made sure to tuck Arthur into bed nice and snug. She dug his cell phone from his pocket and placed it beside him on the bedside table too. If he needed anything, he could call her. Carefully, she tip-toed to the bedroom door. If she wasn't careful, she might wake him. Of course, she managed to do that anyway.

     ___ stumbled over a rickety floorboard and fell into the wall - on her bad shoulder. She let out a small, quiet cry of pain, hoping Arthur didn't wake up. Fortunately, he didn't. She stood back up slowly, wiping a single tear from her eye and was about to leave finally. If she didn't, God knows what she would end up hurting next.

     "Is it quite obvious that I have a romantic interest in someone?"
     She stopped from closing the door, staring at Arthur's back, "Uh, I personally don't know," she replied, "I don't know swooning or whatever its called when I see it, but Francis and Alfred have both told me you've been acting strange."
     He let out a sigh, "I suppose there's no denying it then," he sat up slightly, "I do have a fancy in someone. For a fact, I know she likes me back too. She admitted it while she thought I was sleeping earlier. Of course, I wasn't eavesdropping but being skilled in espionage does bring out the worst in someone."

     She froze, (h/l) (h/c) locks falling into her face ever so slightly. ___ suddenly wished she hadn't spoken to Kiku about that conversation. She should have assumed Arthur was listening in. However, her heart was pounding away in her chest, and face was burning hot. It felt as if she had a fever suddenly. She looked up at the Brit, his reaction was almost as bad as hers. He too was bright red in the face, and looking the other way - such a tsundere like usual.

     "I do like you, ___," he stated simply, "I-I just wish you weren't so damn stubborn about telling me."
     ___ flinched, "HEY! WHO ARE YOU CALLING STUBBORN, YOU TSUNDERE!"