Kiku Angy
Kiku angy
Kiku wants attention but Alfred ignores him because he loves Kiku's "pay attention to me face"

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I saw "Alfred" "Kiku" and "cake" and I knew this was going to end horriblyđ
Ameripan 39?
39. âCome on, it wasnât that bad!â
Kiku sighed as he stared at the pink monstrosity before him, which could hardly be recognized as edible, much less a cake. It looked absolutely nothing like the (beautiful) picture Alfred had shown him from Pinterest of a white cake with intricately frosted cherry blossoms.
No, this blob was...something else.
Here is how they had arrived at this point:
Alfred had shown up at Kikuâs apartment a few hours earlier. It was Kikuâs birthday. Alfred, being considerate of Kikuâs feelings, but still lacking in manners, had invited himself over as an alternative to throwing Kiku a surprise party (which of course he would have disliked).
âWeâre gonna have some fun!â Alfred declared, kicking his shoes off in then entryway and hurrying into the kitchen with several grocery sacks full of supplies.
âWhat is all this?â Kiku asked, trailing along behind him.
Alfred had already begun to unpack the bags, resulting in a myriad of baking supplies strewn haphazardly across Kikuâs meticulously organized kitchen counters.
âIâm gonna make you this!â Alfred said, whipping out his phone and shoving it toward Kiku. Displayed on the screen was a gorgeous cakeâa smooth white frosted surface adorned with masterfully crafted chocolate tree branches and fondant cherry blossoms. It was quite the piece of confectionary artistry.
âYou can make this...?â Kiku asked, not trying to be rude...but he had seen Alfredâs artistic ability.
âYeah!â Alfred said, setting his phone on the counter and starting to dig through Kikuâs cabinets for bowls and spoons. âItâs cherry blossoms so itâs, like, totally your thing, right?â
âRight...â Kiku admitted, though he winced at the sound of clattering kitchenware. âWhat do we need to do?â
Skip ahead an hour or two and...the result was in front of them. Kiku, being too polite to intervene, had let Alfred take the lead. Of course, Alfred, believing he had all the answers, had taken some shortcuts here and thereânot timing himself while using the beater, not leveling off the tops of the full measuring cups, baking at a higher temperature for shorter time believing the cake would be ready faster, and not waiting for the cake to cool before applying the frosting.
The one place Kiku had tried to intervene was the drawing of the cherry blossoms. Alfred did not even have fondant (nor did he probably know what fondant was), but Kiku felt confident he could at least draw an acceptable cherry blossom.
âPerhaps I could try...â he suggested.
âNah, I donât wanna make you do work on your birthday!â Alfred insisted. âYou just sit back and relax, Keeks!â
Kiku was having a hard time relaxing.
In the end, Alfred had tried to carefully squirt out some pink frosting in the shape of flowers, but mostly they just came out looking blobby, and the shade of pink was far too dark for a cherry blossom anyway.
Still, Kiku would not complain. After all, Alfred had taken time out of his day to come and bake for him on his birthday, hadnât he...?
He tried to hide the look of trepidation that was surely on his face.
âHmm,â Alfred hummed, looking between his phone and the cake. âIt doesnât really look like the picture.â
Kiku stayed silent, but that must have clued Alfred in to his silent frustration.
âEr,â Alfred said awkwardly, shoving his phone back into his pocket. âIâm sorry...haha. I guess Iâm not much of a baker... But come on, itâs not that bad!â
Kiku was not about to affirm or deny that statement, so he settled for a neutral, âIâm sure it will still taste fine.â
âYeah!â Alfred said. âWell, let me put in the candles so I can sing Happy Birthday to you.â
Kikuâs heart sank.
âAh, that really isnât necessaryââ
âAw, come on, itâs your birthday! How old are you anyway?â Alfred insisted.
It was going to be a long day.
This by far, the cutest Hetalia episode that Iâve ever seen

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