somewhat surprised at that, but is nonetheless glad for the both of them, and would also very much like to become acquainted with the female

America-san.

in Japan looking for him. She's rather easy to spot-- a short much too short for the current cooler weather and a top tied up under her

breasts. She's wearing her bomber jacket and looking for him but she's more than a little bit lost.

that it would be best if she called him...though he doubts that she has his number, because he doesn't have hers.

figured he probably lives in the same area as Sakura did before the Japanese lady came to stay at her place for a while. So she's... asking

about him to the locals who don't speak the most amazing English. She, of course, only knows a handful of Japanese.

wanders about his town, trying to spot for the obvious clash in culture that she would be within this humble Japanese town...and immediately

sees a mop of yellow that stands just a bit taller than everyone else. He quickens his steps towards her.

listening to a very bad Engrish explanation of where to look for Kiku's house and is mostly terribly confused. She'll be glad that he has

found her. She tucks her hair behind her ear, looking around but... she doesn't actually know what he looks like so he's just another

Japanese man to her.

tries his hardest to squeeze through the crowd, muttering apologies to everyone who's feet he steps on in his rush to reach her. As he

stands behind her, he realizes just how tall she is, immediately feeling a sense of inferiority. Pushing that thought away, he taps her

gently on the shoulder.

turns and looks down at him, smiling in her broad eager way-- though her smile is a bit sharper than Alfred's, a bit more aggressive. She

blinks down at him and starts to ask who he is before she pauses, carefully studying him. She reaches up and tucks some of his hair behind

his ear as she is accustomed to doing to Sakura. She thought it must be him but... "....Kiku? Kiku Honda?" she asks, waiting to have her

thoughts confirmed before anything else.

blinks up at her as she turns around, face flaming at the sight that her front presents, and immediately covers his face with his hands.

"H-hai!" he says, peeping at her through the gap between his fingers, noting the Western way in which she said his name. "I-I am Kiku...and

you must be the female America-san..."

a little squeal of delight at the embarrassed reaction, needing only that as confirmation that it was him. Halfway through his words, she's

snatched him into a hug, burying the poor man's face into her cleavage as she gives him a too tight hug-- she was never very good at being

socially aware of 'do's and don'ts' when meeting someone. "Sure am! Call me Alicia hun!"

lets out a soft squeak as he's pushed into her breasts, legs dangling in the air as she lifts him up. This unhuman strength is definitely a

trait of America, and he feels his supply of oxygen severely under attack. "A-a-alright, Al-Alicia-san! Please, let me go! >//<"

does release him after a moment and gives him her 'stern' look. "None of this san nonsense. Just Alicia!" She smiles and offers him a hand

to shake. "NIce to meet you."

drops down to his feet, taking a moment to regain his balance before he turns back to her and forcing his eyes to look only above the neck.

"H-hai, Alicia-sa...I mean, Alicia." He takes the offered handshake, a small embarrassed smile on his lips. "The pleasure is all mine."

beams at him. "Naw, it's good to meet you. You seem so much like Sakura. It's just absolutely adorable. Can I buy ya some lunch?"

himself heating up in the face again, internally very grateful that his female half could find someone so cheery. "T-thank you...but you

need not to trouble yourself with paying. I shall buy you lunch."

laughs and slings an arm over his shoulder. "Why don't we just make it even and half it then? Fair's fair." She's studying him closely, as

if it'll help her figure out how like her girlfriend is.

really should have seen it coming that she would be very friendly and touchy, jumping a bit at the added weight on his shoulders. "But it's

only proper manners for the male to pay..."

him a look and shakes her head. "Now that's just silly, Kiku. Outdated. It's fine for women to pay for themselves." Okay she was a bit of a

feminist really but... "And 'sides, I barged in on you. Seems only right."

visibly shrinks under her scrutiny, feeling very much worried for his tradition. "I-if you insist then..." Not that he likes the idea, but

he'll let go of his cultural preferences this one time.

beams at him. "You seem like a good guy, Kiku." She's very amused by him. "D'ya have any suggestions for a good Japanese restaurant?"

that she's purposefully trying to embarrass him, his cheeks now stained a permanent pink as he mutters his thanks. At the mention of a good

restaurant, his eyes light up as he immediately starts to lead you towards his favorite sushi bar. "Yes, follow me!"

embarassing the cute Japanese people she knows. Kiku seems to be no different. She follows along with him, arm still draped over him. "So

tell me about yourself Kiku!"

doesn't quite consider himself to be 'cute' in any way. He's getting used to the weight on his shoulder, having not be subjected to it from

the male America for some time now, and quickens his steps as he spots the restaurant. "There is not much to tell, I'm afraid...what about

yourself?"

laughs softly at this and shakes her head. "Don't get down on yourself. You're super interesting." She looks down at him. "Me? Well I like

superheroes and justice and I have a cute girlfriend." A

mirrors the action of shaking his head, finding no basis to her words. He is one of the plainest people on Earth, he's pretty sure. But he

can't help but smile at her introduction to herself. "May I enquire to which superhero is your favorite?"

comes to a complete stop for a moment. Oh he asks the hard questions. "Oh. Uhm." She thinks about it. "Well I like Wonder Woman, Powergirl,

Superman of course... Batman, Oh and Batwoman and Nightwing! And um, I like Ironman and Storm and Thor." She looks down at him. "They're

cool."

stops alongside her, waiting for her answer...and when he hears it, he can't help but chuckle at her choices, smiling up at her with mirth

in his eyes. "Indeed they are; you have good taste."

smiles down at him and taps his nose-- he was cuter than he gave himself credit for. "OF course I have awesome taste! I'm like an expert of

superheroes!"

wriggles his nose a little at the tap, the action feeling quite odd to him, but not unpleasant. "You are very much like America-san...ah,

I mean, Alfred." He's still not used to Western traditions.

laughs and winks at him. "Cept I'm like a million times cooler than Alfred. Don't forget okay?"

flushes under the wink, but still able to smile back. "Of course."

smiles and finally starts back up toward the restaurant. "So are you like Sakura?" She looks over at him and tilts her head curiously.

leads her through the many short alleys towards the restaurant, a route which he knows like the back of his hands, looking up at her. "I-I

can only assume so...since we are counterparts of one another..."

smiles at this and keeps walking with him. "You're both really cute. And you get embarrassed easy. She turns red when I hug her too." She is

not quite aware that with the height difference their faces go into her breasts yet.

trying to ignore that fact that her cleavage is right next to his cheek, keeping his eyes straight forward. "A man cannot be referred to

as 'cute', Alicia-san," he says with conviction. "They have pride to uphold!"

looks over at him and smiles. "It's a compliment. It should be a boost to your pride," she responds.

deny it until the very end, shaking his head gently, but firmly. But he doesn't want to insult her culture by speaking it aloud, so he

remains quiet as they turn the last corner.

smiles at this and nods. "Good boy." =w=

's falters a bit at the 'compliment', feeling his face flush again. "T-thank you...?" Seeing the restaurant just in front of them, he

he quickens his steps.

smiles at this and walks faster too, keeping pace easily enough. "Welcome," she hums back, pleased with him.

leads her into the restaurant, bowing to the owner as he goes to his usual table in the back.

smiles at this and bows too, humming happily. "This seems like a nice place!"

nods at her agreement, sliding into his seat as he pour the tea out for both of them. "Indeed it is; I frequent here often, and can say that

it is one of the best restaurants I have been to."

smiles at him and thanks him for pouring the tea. "Oh really? I really like Japanese food. You can just eat as much as you want and not gain

a thing~!" She laughs. "S'why you and Sakura are such skinny lil things."

dismisses her thanks, as it's his duty as a host (of sorts) to make the experience as hassle-free for his guest (of sorts). He shakes his

head a bit. "I have been...getting a little rounder around the edges, as you would say."

blinks at him and reaches over to feel his belly. "Really? You look super skinny from where I'm sitting!"

definitely not expecting her to touch him of all things, and he flails a bit in his seat. But it seems like being touchy is a Western

custom that he will never get used to... "By Japanese standards, I am not as skinny as I would like."

blinks as her fingers feel his tummy. "Is that so? Huh I see...."