You mirrored Arthur's excitement, hopping up and down because you were so pumped. The bus drew closer and the two of you jumped on, receiving quite a few worried glances. Arthur straightened his bow-tie, his red fez perched jauntily on his blond mop.

You yourself had fluffy kitty-ears on your head and a matching outfit. During the bus' sudden stops and turns, you talked non-stop about what had happened at last year's con, wondering what strange and brilliant new arrivals were awaiting you.

The moment the bus stopped you and your friend leapt out of the bus, sprinting like crazy to join the queue, which was getting dangerously long.

But luckily you already had your ticket and handed it over to be torn to the personnel at the gate. You were in!

Immediately, the con booth's were begging to be examined and you spent quite a long time scanning the various items and artefacts, ending up buying a plush Totoro and some manga.
Happily you and Arthur paraded down the aisles, Arthur often getting asked to be on photos, which he reluctantly agreed to after your enthusiastic nod.

A group of girls group-hugged him after the photograph causing his face to light up like a firework. Giggling they waved good-bye, squealing when they spotted another victim. This in turn snagged your attention, turning your head to see what they were swooning about.

In the midst of the throngs of fangirls, there were two people. One of them was sporting an Indiana Jones hat and was saluting at them, he had quite a boisterous way about him. The other however was almost his opposite.

His clothes were finely woven and shimmered lightly as he turned, the neon-lights shining off his hair. He moved with the utmost serenity, bowing and waving shyly when people called for him. Arthur raised his eyebrow at the sight of the Indiana Jones.

"Iggy? Something up?" You asked, glancing at him. "It's just, wait here for a second." He muttered, walking towards the duo and avoiding colliding with anybody.

Arthur was glomped violently by the other blond and he yelled angrily at him, beckoning you closer. Curiously you joined them, cocking your head.

"And this is (y/n)."

"Dude! It's great to see you! Arthur told me tons of things about you!" Now it was your turn to be hugged, your breath failing you in the arms of the guy. "I'm Alfred!" He told you as he pulled back, beaming at you.

"And this little dude over here is Kiku." He motioned at his partner who bowed simply, but beautifully for you. "Konnichiwa." You smiled at him. "Hey, I love your outfit. It's really stunning."

He blushed and looked at his feet, murmuring a 'thank you very much'. Truth be told he really wanted to take a photograph with you, he absolutely adored what you were wearing, but he really liked the look of you.

You seemed so happy, exhilarated. It warmed his heart to see you talk eagerly about the upcoming panels and whatnot. But for some reason, he felt tongue-tied and as a consequence couldn't muster up the courage to ask you.

You kept on shooting glances at Kiku, he was absolutely adorable! You wanted to hug him so much, but you'd already caught on that he didn't really like that sort of thing and you didn't want to inconvenience him. So you didn't ask for a photo, though you wanted one so badly. Looked like you just had to take one whenever you could.
  
You and Alfred, under protest from Arthur of course, decided to team up and go around together, it was a lot more fun the more friends you had. Finding the lost members of your group was also a pastime you dabbled in as each person's eye fell on something cool and they 'simply had to take a look'.

After eating a sandwich, attending several of the panels and beating the boys at Dance Dance Revolution, Alfred needed to go the bathroom and so did Arthur.

So of course the four of you trudged along, desperately looking for a place of sanitary release. And when you'd finally been released from a whole group of fan-boys, you made it there. "I'll wait here." You told them, sinking down the wall to sit.

Your feet were aching from the continual walking around and it was bliss to finally not feel weight on them anymore. Hearing a sliding sound next to you, your eyes met Kiku's, who was sitting beside you, his eyes glancing around the throngs of people, who were taking pictures of the two of you.

"It's fun isn't it?" He jumped somewhat at your question but nodded fervently. "I feel like I'm not a freak, that I've found my people. Weird isn't it?"

Kiku merely shook his head. "How can you ever think you're a freak, I mean you're perfect." Then he realised what he'd said and turned red. "No-not that I-I me-mean that in a- in a b-"

"Don't worry Kiku. Thanks." You said, chuckling as he stuttered away, rubbing his neck nervously. "A-actually, I-i wanted to as-ask you a question."

You leant forward smiling. "Sure, ask away." He fiddled with his camera and looked you straight in the eyes. "Could I have a-"

"Kiku! Dude! It's totally cool! I mean (y/n) like totally likes you!" You blushed and glared at the source of the confession. "Alfred! Who the hell-"

Alfred grinned, his finger stretched out to Arthur, who backed away. "So-sorry love, it just slipped out."

You turned back to Kiku, whose face was ablaze. "You okay?" You asked timidly, reaching out your hand for him. "Fine,fine!" He replied, using your hand to help himself up. His hands brushed some dust from his clothes and he looked at you.

"So, shall we....?" You nodded and stood awkwardly next to him. Alfred brandished his camera and sighed at your stiffness. "C'mon guys." You smiled and whispered an apology. Then you grabbed hold of him, hugging him tightly.

Surprisingly he returned your hug with equal vigour, rubbing his cheek up on yours. You heard several clicks as passersby aaaawwed at you, snapping a picture. "C'mon!" Alfred said, an impatient expression on his face.

"Sorry." He murmured, pressing his lips on your cheek. Again you heard an amount of clicks, though it was larger than before. Blushing, you stroked his neck and pecked his nose.

But again Alfred called out to you."C'mon Kiku! You know you want to!"

"Alfred!"

"What? It's true!"

You barely had time to see  Arthur pimp-slapping Alfred when you felt a gentle pair of lips bruching against yours. Wrapping your arms around him, you deepened the lip-lock earning you a multitude of camera's flashing.

Pulling back, he rested his forehead against yours, his cheeks burning. "Dude! I missed it thanks to you!" The American said exasperatedly, throwing his hands in the air.

"Kiku! (y/n)!"he ordered," Do it again!"