Triangles, Chapter 1~ GerItaPan

This is a Human AU Involving Germany/Italy/Japan
Pairings: (main) Germany/Italy/Japan, UsUk (UkUs?), (minor) RoChu (and maybe a few others )
Warnings: Polyamorous relationship, triad, threesome, whatever you want to call it. Language. Alcohol. Sexual themes in later chapters (maybe content?)


Triangle: A geometric shape involving three connected points.

The sun shone brightly above the crowd of people, all searching for some place to escape from the hot, dry air. The worn yellow buildings that composed the small airport stood in stark contrast to the bright blue of the sky. Plastered on the side of one of the buildings was lettering which spelled out the location, Curacao. To the left of the lettering there was a picture of a small sun. Right under that bright logo stood a petit Asian man, a suitcase in hand, and only the slightest look of surprise in his dark brown eyes.
He paused for a moment, his eyes assessing the situation, before he plunged into the crowd towards his destination. “Alfred-San!” He remarked, only raising his voice enough to be heard by the American without quite yelling.
“Hey, Kiku! Over here!” Alfred exclaimed rather loudly as he waved the Japanese man over towards the cab he had only just hailed, “C’mon, I managed to find a cab.”
A few moments later and Kiku found himself, and his suitcase, piled into the car with Alfred and their somewhat grumpy cab driver. The young Japanese man held tightly to the suitcase situated in his lap as his dark eyes drifted to look out the window. That was when he noticed a peculiar sight, a group of chickens were milling around the airport and the car rental nearby. He sunk down his seat, wondering if coming to Curacao and leaving the safe confines of his college and hometown was such a good idea after all.
“Cool!” The American, who was seated next to him, exclaimed. He lifted his hand and pointed to yet another herd of wild chickens, “Are those wild chickens? That’s so awesome! I wish we had chickens like that in Colorado!”
“Erm, I suppose so,” Kiku replied. He tightened his grip on his suitcase, his knuckles whitening.
“Kiku, dude, you okay?” Alfred asked with the tilt of his head, causing his glasses to slightly slip down his nose.
“Oh, yes, Alfred-San,” Kiku remarked with a small smile, “I’m fine.”
“’Kay, whatever you say,” The American remarked as he leaned back against the leather seat.
The next few minutes that followed consisted of Kiku deciding that being spontaneous and going on this trip with his dorm roommate was probably not a good idea and that he should definitely hop on the next plane back to Colorado and not leave again until he had to. But, his frugality kicked in when he realized what a waste of money that would be, and Kiku Honda was not one to waste money. So, by the time the cab had reached their hotel he had begrudgingly decided that he would man up and stay in Curacao for the duration of the trip.
Suddenly, Kiku was pulled out of the cab by his over eager American companion who proceeded to toss a wad of cash at their driver and then pick up his suitcase and rush into the vibrant yellow building, pulling the Japanese man by the arm all the while.
“This place sure is cool!” Alfred exclaimed loudly, drawing the attention of everyone seated in the lobby.
“It is, Alfred-San,” Kiku agreed in a much more reserved tone. It was then that he noticed a rather burly blond man standing near the check-in counter. The man glanced up from the cellphone he had been occupied with previously. Kiku managed a small nod in his direction, a gesture the tall man returned before going back to look at his phone.
“Mr. Beilschmidt,” The young woman working at the counter remarked with a cheery, and Kiku noted, fake smile, “We do indeed have your reservation!” She replied happily, trying not to grimace through her heavy red lipstick.
“Good, that’s what I thought,” The blonde man remarked with a heavy German accent as he straightened up and slipped his phone into his pocket.
“Yes, the reservation was under Awesome Beilschmidt,” The woman, whose nametag said her name was Ruth, explained, clearly annoyed but trying to sound happy.
The Beilschmidt man grimaced, “Yes, that was probably the case.”
“Well, anyway, here’s your keycard, and a brochure about all the fun activities available here at the resort,” She remarked, trying not to sound too bored as she shoved the papers and the keycard at the German.
The German nodded at Ruth, and then at Kiku, who was still looking at him, before he headed off.
“Hey, there,” Alfred peered over the counter, in search of Ruth’s nametag,” er… Ruth. Yeah, Ruth,” Alfred remarked, finally looking up from her chest to her eyes, “We have a reservation for, um… Kiku, what was the reservation under again?”
“Jones,” Kiku replied with a slight smile, which only caused Ruth to roll her eyes and type said name into her computer.
“Okay, a two bed suite, right?” She remarked, without waiting for an answer, she pushed a keycard and a brochure towards Kiku, “Okay! Fun activities here at the resort are fun, so yes, please have a great great time.”
“Okay! Thanks for-” Alfred started to say.
“OKAY!” Ruth exclaimed, “Next person!”
Alfred’s somewhat stunned expression quickly faded as he brushed it off and headed out of the brightly lit lobby. Kiku trailed along behind him, struggling to keep up with the blond’s long strides. They headed down what appeared to be a circular corridor as they peered at the tiny numbers carved into the doors.
“Okay, that one’s 102…” Alfred mumbled, “Kiku, what room number were we again?”
“105,” Kiku replied as he stopped in front of the door placed on the left side of the hallway. He set his bag down on the floor as he wrestled with the clump of brochures in search of the room key. Upon finding it he slid it into the black electronic box. Only to see a bright red light flash. He tried swiping it again. Same red flash.
“Here, let the hero handle it!” Alfred teased as he took the keycard and swiped it. Another red light. Alfred grimaced and tried swiping it again. He let out a laugh as it flashed green, “See? I handled it… sort of.” he muttered as he scratched his head.
Kiku pushed the door open and hauled his suitcase inside, Alfred following his lead. Their room consisted of two beds and a very small kitchenette, with all the furniture some sort of fake looking bamboo or a strange not-quite-blue-but-not-really-green color.
“This is so cool!” Alfred exclaimed as he jumped down onto the bed closest to the large window. He simply laid there for a few seconds, sprawled out on his stomach.
Kiku neatly set his suitcase on his bed, unzipped it, and began unpacking.
Alfred rolled over onto his back, still sprawled as he laughed, “I’m so excited!” Kiku was not sure if he felt the same way. At all. “God! You know what we should do tonight?! We should go DRINKING! It’s legal here!” Alfred exclaimed loudly as he jerked upright to a sitting position. Even watching him was enough to make Kiku feel like his brain was going to hemorrhage.
“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, Alfred-san,” Kiku remarked with a tight smile; thinking that, maybe, if he was lucky he wouldn’t be forced to leave this room at all.
“Why not?” Alfred sighed dramatically as he flopped back down onto his back. “C’mon, Kiku, we’re 19! We’ve got another two years before we can legally drink in the good ol’USA, you really going to pass this opportunity up?”
Yes. Yes that is exactly what I’m going to do. But that was only what the Japanese man thought, the words that he said were quite different, “Fine. But we’re only going to the bar at the hotel. And only for a few minutes.”
By the time Kiku was done unpacking, for both Alfred and himself, the sun was starting to set. The American, who hadn’t moved from his bed yet, had clicked on the small TV and had been watching the ending of some superhero movie. Kiku recognized the overly patriotic costume and pinpointed that Alfred was watching Captain America.
“I mean, look at the guy, Captain America is such a total badass,” Alfred remarked as the ending credits started to roll. Kiku looked up from the final shirt he was re-folding.
“I agree, Alfred-San,” Kiku replied with a small smile before going to place the shirt in one of the two bureaus.
“And he’s with a Brit,” The American remarked, “I mean, British accents are pretty damn hot, right? I think so. Do you think any Brit’s stay in Curacao?”
“I don’t know,” The Japanese man replied as he gently closed the drawer and turned to the blond, “I’m finished now, do you want to head over to the bar? I believe they have one outside.”
“Hells yeah!” Alfred exclaimed as he hopped up from the bed. Since they were on the first floor they only had to open their door to walk onto a small patio that connected to the much larger paved area, which included a swimming pool and, much to Alfred’s joy, a bar.
Within a second of going outside, Kiku felt a tug on his arm as Alfred pulled him over to the rather cheap looking tiki styled hut. The bar was filled with a large degree of half-naked mid aged men and woman, who were much too old and large to be wearing what they were wearing; however, Kiku noticed two very distinct people that broke this trend. The first was the German he had seen earlier, who sat quietly at a table by himself, still on his phone. The second was a stunningly gorgeous young Italian, who was leaning against the bar counter, dressed only in swim trunks, with an exotic looking drink in hand.
Before long Kiki had been pulled directly in front of the counter, he was now face to face with a grumpy looking man who was expecting him to name off some sort of alcoholic beverage. Kiku’s blank expression made it painfully clear that he had no idea what to order. Either did Alfred, it would seem, as he scratched his head and stuttered, “Sooo… Um, I’ll have a… a… bourbon, yeah, that’s American, right?”
The bartender grumbled out some inaudible response. Alfred shot a panicked look at Kiku, who only shrugged in response. Then the bartender’s beady eyes focused on Kiku.
“I’ll-I’ll have a, uh, whatever that German over there is drinking,” The words stumbled out of Kiku’s mouth before he could stop them. Within a second he and Alfred received their drinks, both of them stuttered a thanks, and awkwardly walked away. They took a seat at a small table, the beady-eyed man watching them.
Alfred took a sip of his bourbon, only to spit it back out, “Shit!” He exclaimed, “It tastes like tar!” He grunted through gritted teeth.
Kiku looked at the bottle he held in his hand, he didn’t know exactly what it was. His dark eyes flickered back to Alfred, who was still gagging, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, just peachy. Hey, I think I’m going to go for a swim, you wanna join?” Alfred asked, the novelty of the bar quickly wearing off.
“No, thank you,” Kiku remarked.
“Okay, suit yourself, I’ll see you later, ‘kay? Drink safely, kiddo,” Alfred laughed as he discreetly poured the remainder of his drink into a bush and headed off. At that point, Kiku was all alone at the table. Not that he much minded. Kiku watched a tiny bead of ‘sweat’ drip along the brown bottle he had set on the table. When he felt someone’s eyes on him, he looked up to see the German staring at him. Not in a creepy way like one might expect, but in an innocent, curious way.
Kiku managed a nod, one the German returned before he looked back to his phone. Kiku turned his attention back to the bottle, noticing that more tiny beads of condensation had gathered on it.
“You have a good taste in beer,” Kiku heard a man’s voice remark with a very heavy German accent.
“Hm?” Kiku murmured as he glanced up from the bottle.
“It’s German,” The German man clarified.
“Oh, um, yes,” Kiku replied, glancing done quickly to look at the label only to look back up at the German. Kiku stood up and walked over to the German’s table, he extended his hand, “Kiku Honda.”
“Ludwig Beilschmidt,” The man remarked as he shook the Japanese man’s hand.
“I like introductions,” A light, airy voice chirped.  The both turned to see a young Italian pulling a chair over, “I’m Feliciano Vargas! But you can call me Feli.” Kiku hesitantly sat down in the other chair present at the table.
“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Kiku said slowly with the slight bow of his head. For a few moments the three men sat in silence. Kiku gingerly sat his untouched drink on the table.
“So, what brings you to Curacao? I haven’t noticed you two up until now,” Feli remarked, his orangey brown colored eyes closing as he grinned.
“Oh, I’m traveling with my roommate, Alfred. It’s our spring break,” Kiku explained.
“Cool,” Feli murmured, “What’s college like?”
“It’s, uh, academic,” Kiku replied awkwardly with a tight smile.
“How old are you?” Ludwig blurted out, his eyes locking on Feli.
“Don’t worry, Mr. German! I’m drinking legally, I’m almost 19, I just took a year off before going to college is all,” Feli said with another grin before he leaned back, laughing.
“So, you’re 18 then,” Ludwig clarified.
“Yup,” Feli replied with a smile, “Since I said my age you should tell me yours!”
“I don’t see why that would at all be relevant,” Ludwig remarked, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
“I’m 19,” Kiku replied with a smile towards Feli, humoring the youth.
“Fine. 24,” Ludwig sighed irritably.
“Mr. German, you never answered my question about what brought you to Curacao,” Feli pointed out with another good natured smile.
Ludwig sighed again, rubbing his temples, “I decided to travel here. That’s it.”
“Don’t be so boring,” Feli muttered, pushing out his lower lip in a pout. Ludwig only shrugged in response. “Fine then,” Feli exclaimed as he turned towards Kiku, “Let’s make up a story for him!”
“Uh, okay,” The Japanese man remarked, his eyes flickering over to Ludwig before they focused on Feli.
“So, he’s a German traveling to…” Feli drawled out, he tugged on Kiku’s sleeve, “finish the thought.”
“To… reconcile with his lost lover,” Kiku replied.
“Perfect!” Feli exclaimed, clapping his hands together, “He originally lost touch with his lover because his job took up all of his time! And no one wants a lover whose serious all the time!”
“He works for a… a beer company,” The other man remarked with a slight smile as Feli burst out into laughter.
“I see that!” Feli managed to say through fits of giggles.
“You make me sound as though I’m old and washed-up,” Ludwig remarked with a frown.
“Prove that you’re not! Tell us something interesting,” Feli remarked with a shine in his wide eyes, Kiku nodding along in agreement.
“My brother believes that he’s from Prussia, is that good enough?” Ludwig sighed.
“Definitely,” Feli laughed as he leaned over towards Kiku, “You haven’t touched your drink yet, you know that?” Kiku nodded slightly, a flush coloring his cheeks. “Mind if I have a sip of it?” Kiku shook his head and the Italian reached over and took a sip from the beer. “Gah,” He muttered, “I’ve never much liked beer.”
“You’re 18, Feliciano-san,” Kiku replied, “how much experience could you really have?” he asked gently.
Feli grinned, “More than I should!”
It was at this moment when Ludwig’s phone buzzed. He looked down to see a text that clearly told him to call his ‘awesome’ brother ASAP. He sighed again as he picked his phone up and stood, “It was nice meeting you both. Have a nice night.”
“Goodbye,” Kiku remarked softly.
“Bye-bye,” Feli laughed with a very pathetic looking salute.
Ludwig walked away and stood by the door to the lobby as he clicked on his contacts and pulled up his brother’s name, who he aptly called.
“Hey there, West,” The voice on the other end spoke loudly and Ludwig cringed at his brother’s nickname for him.
“You could have told me that you made my reservation here under ‘Awesome’ Beilschmidt,” Ludwig remarked rather bluntly.
“It was pretty awesome, right?” Gilbert Beilschmidt let out a laugh as he continued, “How is your trip so far? You any less high-strung?”
“Hardly,” Ludwig replied.
“C’mon, don’t you have an interesting stories to tell your dear older brother?” Gilbert asked with another annoying laugh.
“Other than two kids deciding to sit down next to me at a bar? No. I don’t,” Ludwig said, somewhat irritably.
“Like little kids or like college kids?” Gilbert asked.
“College kids; both American, one was ethnically Japanese and the other was Italian,” Ludwig remarked, hoping that if he humored his brother that would mean fewer annoying calls in the foreseeable future. But he doubted that was likely.
“Were they cute?”
“They were both boys.”
“Yeah, were they cute?”
“Sure, I guess you could say that,” Ludwig replied awkwardly.
“Look at you, already picking people up! See? I knew this vacation would do you some good! You’re way too young to be so invested in your stuffy job,” Gilbert laughed.
“And you’re way too old not to be invested in yours,” Ludwig retorted.
“Aw, fine, be that way,” Gilbert grumbled, only to brighten back up, “You know what! You should show me a picture of them.”
“Why?” Ludwig sighed as he raised his hand and rubbed his temple.
“Because I’m interested.”
“I don’t know why. Plus, how do you expect me to have a picture? I just met them for Christ’s sake.”
“Facebook.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
There was silence as Ludwig weighed the option of throwing his phone into the ocean, it was nearby after all. He realized that there was no point harming his phone, his brother on the other hand? Well, that was a different story. “Gilbert. I’m not going to stalk them.”
“It’s not stalking if it’s over the internet, West.”
“Yes it is. And quit calling me that.”
“Can I at least know their names?”
“Fine. Kiku Honda and Feliciano Vargas. Have fun googling them,” Ludwig snapped as he hung up the phone, cutting off his brother’s loud laugh. He still couldn’t believe that he had let his brother force him to go onto this trip. Contrary to popular belief, Ludwig Beilschmidt did not think this was going to do him any good. At all.