#this is my first time writting from kiku's perspective and it was really interesting and fun

[goodmorning-rigoberto]

> We will.

asakikuweek day 8: wedding

@asakikuweek2024

It was strange, in a nice nostalgic way, to be getting ready at that exact moment for something as important as his wedding.

Nice because he was about to link his destiny with the love of his life and nostalgic because Kiku had been feeling this urge to replay in his head every single one of the moments that had led them to this point. Hundreds of situations throughout the hundreds of years they had both lived, all concentrated in an instant. It was overwhelming to say the less, but beautiful. After all, to be able to love someone like this was a privilege.

A wedding is the culmination of a stage, it is to say "yes I do" and accept everything that comes with it both good and bad and to feel accepted, it is also to forget the past and focus on the future. A bright future in the company of the only person with whom and for whom it would be worth living it.

A wedding is giving your life away with open arms and receiving one loving heart in return; or at least that was what the japanese thought about this topics.

Getting married was not something nations did very often. Whether it was due to internal or external conflicts, disinterest in human traditions, lack of good candidates or simply because it was not required; his kind didn't think much about situations like that and it was fine. However, it was also not frowned upon to do so and he was glad that many of his peers accepted to come and celebrate such an important ceremony with them. He was glad because Arthur was also glad.

It was important to him and of course it was nice that they could have peace even if it was for a day.

The whole planet was there.

Family.

Friends.

Old souls like the both of them.

But on that day only two people were needed. People, since "marriage-like unions" between countries were called alliances and were nothing more than a mere procedure based on a foundation as fragile as human existence. At that moment he was talking and thinking about himself as part of that humanity because it was not Japan allying with The United Kingdom like one hundred and twenty-two years ago, no, that day Kiku Honda was marrying Arthur Kirkland by mutual agreement and more importantly: by love.

There were no territorial benefits or promises of wealth or contracts involved, no, in that sunny day there were only two beings wanting to unite their personal history without expecting anything in return. They were there together for love, for company and because their hearts felt like it.

And that was enough.

And that was the only thing he needed.

And it was perfect.

Most of the time Kiku did not care about the image of his nation in the eyes of the world, he did not care about foreign opinion and it was no secret that he would not think twice about isolating his beloved island from everyone again; he was fine alone, but all that changed when it was about Arthur and Kiku was incredibly happy that the blonde continued to choose him day after day to the point of proposing marriage.

To him, not to Japan.

Him, among the many options they both had.

Him, despite his personality, temper and unwavering pride.

It was nice to be so open about something for once, and he was happy it was about love.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

A couple of knocks on the door of the small room he had been assigned took him out of his daydreams bringing him back to a reality that promised to be just as bright as his deepest dreams.

"Honey, would you help me with my tie?" the blonde asked, shyly, sticking his head out from the door.

"Sure, come in, allow me"

And so he did, walking directly up to meet him and steal a kiss from his lips.

"Aren't you supposed to not kiss me until we're officially married?" the black-haired man asked with an amused tone.

"I'm not supposed to see you before the ceremony either, bad luck and all of that, but I honestly can't wait. I knew you would look beautiful and I had to see it with my own eyes"

And that desire was mutual.

Attending to the british's request, he took both ends of the piece of soft and fine fabric around his neck tying it with a skill learned over the years. Now that he remembered it, it had been the man in front of him who had help him to perfect his skills with ties, suits, and western ways of dressing.

It had been so many years since that, a mere sigh in the long existence to which they were destined.

"Are you nervous, Arthur?"

"No, not really. It's just that my hands refuse to cooperate since this morning, goodness gracious maybe I'm a little nervous."

"Me too, so it's okay."

"We will be fine, sweetheart. There is nothing to worry about"

And Kiku had always felt like he could believe in his everything. If it was Arthur (as he always had been) then everything was all right.

"Yes, we will"

#asakikuweek2024 #asakiku #hws england #hws japan #why are they so cute?? WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE??? #this is my first time writting from kiku's perspective and it was really interesting and fun #i want them married! NOW! #hope you like it <3