"(F/n)!" you heard your friend Alfred call from across the abandoned school yard, "Guess what day today is!"
A small laughed bubbled from your chest and your grinned at him. "I dunno, Sunday?"
He shook his head, "No, it's-"
"No?" you turned back to the boy you were originally talking to with a smirk. "That's odd, Kiku. I could've sworn today was Sunday."
The soft-spoken Japanese man shared a quiet laugh with you at the American man's expense.
Said American pouted. "Whatever, guys. That's not what I meant and you know it."
You laughed and ruffled his blonde hair. "Yeah, Al, we know. What is it that you really wanted to tell us?"
Another grin lit his features. "I bet you Kiku could tell you!"
The Japanese boy looked as if he were just accused of murder. His chocolate eyes were confused. "Why would I know?"
Alfred sighed, "Because, dude, today is Pocky Day!"
You sighed, "And why would Kiku know that?"
"Because he's Japanese! Those guys live off of Pocky and Ramen!"
A small smile was fighting it's way onto your face. Al's obliviousness was amusing sometimes. "K, first thing, that was totally racist." The look on the blonde's face was priceless. He seemed unaware that what he had just said could be qualified as 'racist'. "Well," you corrected yourself, "it was actually more stereotypical. That'd be like me saying that all Americans are fat hillbillies who live off of fast food and sit on their front porches with shotguns."
He denied only one thing you had just said. "I am not fat," Al said indignantly.
"Exactly." You smiled at your own logic, "Secondly, no way that's an actual holiday."
"Nuh uh! It totally is!"
You looked to Kiku for help, but he wasn't very good at that. "Actually, (F/n), it is observed as a holiday in most countries, though it's not technically official."
A groaned escaped your lips. "You have got to be kidding me."
The "Hero" laughed and shoved a red box of the chocolate covered cookies in your hand. "So I was right! Now, as a punishment, you have to play the Pocky game with Kiku; have fun!"
"The. Pocky game?"
You looked at the small Japanese man and realized he was just as embarrassed as you. Biting your lip, you tried to cover up your nervousness and disappointment. "It's OK, Kiku, we don't actually have to do it."
He raised his deep brown eyes. "Yes," he started, "But, we still can."
You'd come to celebrate Pocky Day in a similar way each year.