Hetalia Headcanons

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Ameripan headcannon

Whenever Kiku would leave Alfred's home, he would set his time to be the same as Kiku's so he could wake up with him.

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Wind

The wind usually wasn't this strong. Dust and debris were travelling quickly throughout the city, stinging people's faces and eyes and throats. Kiku and Alfred were no exception. Both of them were nearly unable to see (Kiku more than Alfred) and were coughing. Poor Kiku was nearly flying away.

"Kikuuuuu!" Alfred shouted over the sounds of the wind, holding Kiku's hands as he tried to pull him so he wouldn't 'fly away.' His hair was a mess, but there was no reason for him to care at this point.

"Alfred… My goodness…" The smaller boy's voice was hardly audible due to all of the noise, but he kept trying to walk to safety; to Alfred, more specifically. His attempts were in vain, as the wind was far too strong for him to even take a step. Why did he have to be so small? He was honestly surprised Alfred wasn't laughing at this point.

The fabric of their shirts whipped around as leaves and dust hit their stomachs and faces, Kiku still holding onto Alfred's hands for dear life. He was able to blink some of the dust out of his eyes, but what left was simply replaced by another form of debris. He was able to see Alfred's concerned face. Dust seared their noses and the whites of their eyes. Who knew wind could be so painful?

It seemed like they were the luckiest people on the earth when the wind switched direction. It was just as powerful, but Kiku wasn't drifting away, as the wind blew him into Alfred's arms. They both laughed at their situation as Alfred held onto Kiku protectively, as if he would nearly fly away again.

"We're gonna need to take a shower," Alfred stated, chuckling again as he started to walk with some difficulty, Kiku still holding onto him. "To the car and home we go."

The raven-haired male smiled and nodded. "Yes… Anywhere but here. I swear, if I drift away again like that…"

The blond snorted. "You should've seen yourself, dude! You looked terrified!"

"I could say the same for you, Alfred." "Oh, shush," Alfred snickered, flicking Kiku on the nose. "I didn't want my best friend to fly away! How bad would that be?"

Kiku sighed, glancing around a bit, only to get more dust in his eyes. "I'm quite exhausted after all of that. I still need to rinse my mouth and shower because of all of that dust…"

"Let's take a nap. I mean, we can do all of that after we sleep."

"Well alright… If that's what you wish." They finally reached the car, but Kiku was hesitant to remove his head from Alfred's chest and sit inside. He sighed in relief once he did, though; safe from the dust and the wind at last. He leaned against the seat and sighed as Alfred entered the car, as well. They exchanged a small smile and Alfred turned the keys into the ignition.

"Do your eyes still sting?" Kiku asked, blinking his own.

Alfred chuckled. "Yeah. They still do. It was worth keeping you from drifting away, though."

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AmeriPan Headcanon

Kiku has a huge crush on Alfred, but Alfred's very oblivious to it. Kiku even hints at it sometimes when they're playing video games or something but Alfred has noooo idea.

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APH America Headcanon

Alfred eats the middle of the Oreo first, then eats the cookies.

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Juvenility

Kiku and Alfred had been friends since they were in kindergarten. Best friends. They were with each other through all of their phases, all of the awkward moments, and everything else in-between. Kiku never made fun of Alfred for his acne, and Alfred never made fun of Kiku for the voice changes he went through during puberty. That being said, at thirteen, they had quite the strong relationship. They were constantly at each other's houses, spending time together, going to the movies and such. Every Friday after school they would hang out, going to a fun place of choice and coming back to one of their houses, playing Pokemon in their pajamas then falling asleep. It was like a tradition. Go to a movie theater, ice cream shop, or bowling alley, go home, eat dinner, shower, play Pokemon, then sleep. Kiku's parents became used to having Alfred over so often, and vise versa. It was almost as if they were stuck together by glue.

Then there came their little fights.

The 'fights'--if they could even be called fights--didn't weaken the metaphorical glue that stuck them together, but instead made it stronger. They never could stay mad at each other for more than an hour or so. Alfred, being Alfred, would give Kiku the silent treatment until Kiku couldn't take it any longer. He always had a tendency to play with Kiku like that. Sometimes, Alfred wouldn't even be mad at Kiku, he'd just stay silent to see him squirm.

This was not one of those times.

"What?!" Alfred's voice rang around the room, staring at his DS in horror. Kiku beat him in a battle.

"Alfred, please refrain from yelling like that," Kiku said calmly, a small smile on his lips in triumph as he looked up at the blond.

"B-But-- That's not fair!"

"What wasn't fair? I played by the rules, right? It was not like I cheated. I won, fair. And. Square."

Alfred faltered. He was a little more than upset at this, and Kiku's taunting didn't make it any better. He looked at the game in his hands with a frown on his face.

Then he sniffled.

Oh no, this wasn't going to be good. The raven-haired boy immediately dropped the teasing attitude. Alfred never sniffled like that, unless he was having allergies, but it was not allergy season.

"Alfred, I had no malicious intent," he stated, putting his DS down and placing his hands out in an 'I surrender' fashion. This did not help.

Alfred stayed silent, his bottom lip quivering as tears rolled down his cheeks. Kiku panicked.

"Please don't cry-- I didn't mean to be so rude-- My sincerest apologies, Alfred, please don't cry." He reached out and tried to wipe the tears off of Alfred's cheek, but to no avail, as Alfred turned away.

"Please forgive me." Kiku didn't know what to do. His best friend was crying, and it was all his fault. He eventually just wrapped his arms around him gently, sighing a bit. He hated seeing him so upset.

Alfred, luckily, held him back, taking in a shaky breath.

Kiku felt his heart shatter into a million tiny pieces.

"There, there… I did not mean any harm. Please do not be saddened because of my stupidity."

No response.

Kiku frowned, starting to rock Alfred back and forth almost as if he were comforting a child. "…Please say something, Alfred. I'm sorry for my actions."

Silence.

He sighed and leaned away from the hug, wiping the tears off of Alfred's cheek with his sleeve. Thankfully, he wasn't crying anymore, but he looked at Kiku with those, big, sad, blue eyes that made him look like a lost puppy that almost got hit by a truck. Kiku panicked again.

"What can I do to make you happy again?"

Alfred hesitated before he sniffled again, a frown on his lips, before saying six words.

"Can you get me a muffin?"

((Hiya! I know this prooobably sucked, but I love smol AmeriPan v much, and I thought them being best friends since kindergarten was adorable, so... Here ya go.))

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AmeriPan Headcanon

Kiku and Alfred play Pokemon under the table during world meetings.

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I'm not really good at headcannons or anything but imagine ameripan cuddling on a couch with tea and nice music in the background It usually makes me a bit happier!

yesyesyes i love cuddling ameripan it's my aesthetic

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Here's a headcannon! When Alfred and Kiku first met, Kiku introduced himself as Honda Kiku and Alfred called him Honda for months until Kiku finally corrected him :D

Alfred also probably called him “Honda Civic” too tbh

AmeriPan is the cutest thing(Thank you for the headcanon!!!)

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APH America Headcanon

Alfred has the biggest crush on Captain America. Bonus: One time, he got to meet Chris Evans, and he actually burst into tears. He got a hug and a signature and he was so happy.

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Sometimes, when America is feeling down, Japan will just go out, get a bunch of ridiculous video games and show up at America's house and play them all with him to keep him happy and not sad.

I can honestly imagine him doing this because he's the best smol bean ever(thank you for sending me one of these, I doubted that I would get any, so thank you again!!!!)

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APH Japan Headcanon

Kiku doodles on literally anything. He doodles on Alfred's arm in pen, on Arthur's paperwork (mainly just to cheer him up), in France's notebook—anywhere.

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AsaKiku Headcanon

One time, when Kiku went to the dentist, he was put on nitrous oxide. Arthur went with him just so he could drive him home and such, but one time when the dentist left for a moment, Kiku started telling Arthur about all of the fairies he saw flying around near the ceiling. Arthur chuckled, smiling, because he could see them, too.

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AmeriPan Headcanon

Kiku and Alfred played an intense game of Mario Kart, but in the end, Kiku won. Alfred became quite sad and disgruntled because of it.

Kiku, guilty for upsetting his best friend, asked if there was anything he could do to make him happy again. Alfred didn’t respond, so Kiku ended up kissing him.

He was much more happy after that.

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Hey, for the headcanon thing, could you possibly do England and Japan? (If only one, please Japan)

Of course!

APH Japan

Sexuality Headcanon:I think he’d be a homoromantic asexual but I duNno Kiku can be whoever he wants and I’ll still love ‘im

Gender Headcanon:I’ve never really thought about it-- I think he’d be happy with his biological gender but I also like agender Keeks

A ship I have with said character:AsaKiku/AmeriPan/tbh i ship almost everything with kiku

A BROTP I have with said character:GiriPan tbh

A NOTP I have with said character:JapWan? If that’s the ship name? Idk I’ve never really liked it very much but I don’t despise it ya know

A random headcanon:He’s the biggest dork ever but he refuses to show that side of himself to anyone he doesn’t know very well

General opinion over said character:He’s amazing??? And adorable??? My son omg

APH England

Sexuality Headcanon:Panromantic pansexual? Dunno m9

Gender Headcanon:Genderfluid maybe

A ship I have with said character:FrUK/AsaKiku/EngNor

A BROTP I have with said character:USUK; I only see them as brothers tbh

A NOTP I have with said character:USUK t b h s o r r y

A random headcanon:He can get 0-100 real quick jealous, like, if someone catcalls/asks out his significant other, its a ‘mess with the bull, get the horns’ kinda deal. Afterwards he’d be pretty disgruntled about it but be extra affectionate towards his s.o.

General opinion over said character:my other son omg i love that dork

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The reason why Kiku was on his doorstep in the pouring rain, drenched, and crying at four in the morning was beyond Arthur, as Kiku could tell just by looking at his half confused, half concerned expression. Though, it was hard to tell; his eyes were blurred by rain and tears.

“I-I’m so sorry, I should have called you, b-but...”

“God, Kiku,” Arthur began as he pulled Kiku inside, wrapping his arms around him in a warming embrace. The rain that was soaking Kiku to the bone started to seep into Arthur’s pajamas, but he couldn’t care less. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

Kiku sniffled and shook his head, wrapping his arms tightly around Arthur and promptly beginning to cry into his shoulder. “I thought you w-were dead...”

Arthur sighed softly, beginning to rock Kiku back and forth almost as if he were comforting a child. The shorter male was shaking, but he couldn’t tell if it were because he was scared or because he was freezing. Arthur assumed it was both. “I’m right here, I’m fine... I could have come over to your house, Kiku, you could get ill for being in the rain for so long...”

“My h-health doesn’t matter...” He took in a shuddering breath and wiped at his tear/rain soaked cheeks, trying to dry them, but to no avail; the tears kept getting replaced. “I was so scared that you--”

“Shh... I’m alright, don’t think about that, okay? Here... Let’s dry you off... You can stay here for the night...” Arthur gently leaned away from the embrace and walked over to the linen closet, the sniffling, shivering Kiku following close behind. He took out a towel and started gently drying Kiku’s hair, then when he finished, wrapped the towel around his torso. Kiku was still crying. “Hey... How about I get you some warm, dry clothes? Those will be better.”

Kiku nodded, holding the towel in place with his hands. “I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble...”

Arthur took a towel for himself, shaking his head. “No, Kiku, you’re far from a bother. It’s alright. Come on,” he said gently, walking up to his bedroom. He dug through his dresser, trying to find comfortable clothes that would fit Kiku. “Here-- These may be a bit big on you, but... They’ll get the job done, right?” He held out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, which Kiku took, and he started looking for pajamas for himself.

“...I’ll go and change, a-and... Dry myself off... Thank you...” He went off to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, and Arthur nodded-- but he couldn’t help but still feel concerned. He quickly changed into his new pajamas and threw the wet ones into the hamper, sitting down on his bed. Kiku soon came back in Arthur’s clothes, his own in hand, but they seemed to be a bit big for him. The neck of the shirt slipped past his shoulder, showing off some skin, but Kiku kept adjusting it. Arthur smiled at him.

“At least they kind of fit,” he said, chuckling gently afterwards, then taking Kiku’s clothes plus the towel Arthur let him use. “I’ll put these in the dryer. You lay down in my bed and get yourself some rest; you need it.”

“I couldn’t steal your bed from you, Arthur--”

“It’s not stealing if I offered it to you.” Arthur ruffled Kiku’s slightly damp hair, smiling a bit. “Go get some rest, I’ll be back soon to bid you goodnight.”

“Well...” He hesitated, then sighed, nodding. “Alright...”

“Thank you.” He smiled, and made his way to the dryer, tossing the clothes and the towel into it. Meanwhile, Kiku was getting settled in bed, thankful for the warmth of the blankets. He almost immediately fell asleep, but only found himself resting in about a minute of so. Arthur entered the bedroom, just about to say goodnight, when he noticed Kiku’s sleeping form. His chest rose and fell peacefully, and he was warm under the blankets. Arthur smiled.

“I would say rest well, but... It seems as though you already are.” The blond chuckled softly to himself, stepping over to Kiku. “Well... Goodnight, love. I’ll be there in the morning, so don’t you worry.” He leaned forward and pressed a gentle peck to his friend’s temple, remaining there for a little while. He didn’t wish to leave, really, and instead began brushing Kiku’s hair away from his face. Thankfully, the sleeping man couldn’t be aware of the affectionate gesture. “...I’d rather not leave, though.” He sighed, then sat down on the chair beside the bed, leaning back on it. “I suppose I’ll rest here. Goodnight, Kiku; may you have a peaceful sleep.”

Ah, I love initial queerplatonic AsaKiku. Sorry that I couldn’t do AsaKiku week! This is how I’ll make up for it; writing fluff to bury my sadness. Thank you for reading! My apologies if it is terrible.