Author's Note: Hello! Thank you for checking this story out. I am so into HongIce and the Nordics right now and if you're feeling the same, I just completed my first fanfiction on here called "Meet my Brothers". Weee! I hope you like this story and if you have anything to say or even notes that I can use to improve on writing ( Hehe sorry! I'm literally just starting out right now XD ), please don't hesitate and your comments are most appreciated :3. Again, thank you for reading and enjoy .
Emil groggily walked downstairs. Summer had just ended which means he had to go back to that damn school. It wasn't that Emil was bullied or anything like that, he just really couldn't be bothered. He has friends, but they literally live a few blocks from where he lives. Plus, they always seem to come to his home uninvited for the food. He had no possible way of missing them at all. Then we have the teachers. Some were normal and kind, while the others were just bat shit crazy. He took French classes with Mr. Bonnefoy when he was a freshman, and he could have sworn he sexually harassed him in some way. Last, but definitely not the least, school work. Emil was smart and capable, but fucking Math is just a shitty subject. He completely loathed it. He was fine with the one plus one thing going on but when the goddamn letters appeared, he was just done. Emil cringed at the thought of the subject as he walked in the kitchen. He saw his half-brother, Lukkas, cooking breakfast on the stove. Lukkas sensed his brother's presence somehow without even turning.
"Good morning, Emil. I'm still making breakfast so I guess you can just sit down. It will only take a minute." Lukkas said as he cooked the eggs and salmon simultaneously in two different pans.
"How the hell do you know it's me? You didn't even turn! I could be a serial killer for all you know." Emil replied as he grabbed a chair and sat down.
"Well, perhaps it's because I'm your big brother and I know better than you, bb Emil."
Emil cringed again. This time it wasn't because of the horrors of Advanced Algebra. Of course this made Lukkas smirk. Apparently, he senses those too.
"Oh shut up!" Emil exclaimed.
"Woah woah woah, it's too early in the morning for curses. What's going on?" Mathias appeared standing on the doorway whilst rubbing his eyes.
"Oh nothing, just reminiscing last New Year's Eve." Lukkas said innocently.
"OH MY GOD! BB EMIL! BB EMIL! I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THAT!" The Danish man jumped around as if he just won the lottery. He was energetically pointing at Emil while laughing as his other arm clutched his stomach.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Emil shouted. A streak of red plastered upon his face.
That stupid New Year's Eve. Emil had just got his heart broken by his Thailand girlfriend, Mei. The worst part was it was through Facebook, during freaking New Year's Eve! Mei flat out told him through a message 'It's not me…. It's you. Seriously, you're too quiet. Bye.'. He literally read the whole 'it's not me' part a hundred times that day just to see if it was just his eyes messing with him. He couldn't even see what was wrong with being quiet. I mean Berwald is both scarily silent and weirder than him, yet he still had Tino who was the exact opposite love him and shit! What was so different about his case? He told the basically family about it and Mathias came up with another one of his dumb ideas. He later on reasoned that 'I just want him to loosen up. He seemed like he needed a lot of fun'. Mathias apparently switched Emil's regular coke drink with his own drink which can be considered as the strongest alcohol in the whole world. After just one sip, Emil was completely out of it. He kept shouting "The German's are here! The German's are here!" and hid behind their car while the fireworks exploded in the sky. This led their German neighbor, Ludwig to feel very insulted which Emil quickly apologized for. Then, he started sharing some past secrets he kept like how he had a huge crush on Tino when he was about 11 and up to this day he still thought he was hot, which he apologized for too. Lastly, when Peter, Tino and Berwald's adopted child was asking his 'Uncle Lukkas' to carry him. He rushed to Lukkas and hugged him tightly yelling "NO NO NO! ME BB EMIL! ME BB EMIL!" and then passed out on the ground.
"Haha yes that was funny indeed." Lukkas replied, ignoring Emil.
Emil sighed. There was absolutely no use. He put his hand on his head as he rested his elbow on the dining table.
"Just fuck you, guys. Fuck you."
"Hey! Language, Emil!" Lukkas sternly scolded as he placed the now cooked salmon and omelet on Emil's plate.
"Aww, Emil. Don't get pissy. We're just kidding! Anyways you were very cute." Mathias added, sitting on his usual spot.
"Whatever." Emil replied, trying to finish his food quickly in order to escape the two's torment.
Lukkas was about to sit down when he felt a little bit of pain.
"Ouch! Skit! (Norweigan for "shit")" Lukkas cursed as he sat on his chair on a much slower and gentler pace.
"Ehem, Lukkas, language." Emil jokingly stated as he praised himself in his mind for quickly thinking of that.
"Does it still hurt from yesterday?" Mathias said stroking Lukkas' back which made Lukkas' instantly glare at him.
Mathias disheveled hair. Lukkas' hurting bottom, and wait… that's not his shirt that's… and just like that a light bulb appeared on the top of Emil's head.
"Huh, it seems like the argument I heard next to my room wasn't an argument at all." Emil smirked as both Mathias and Lukkas was hit by a wave of embarrassment. Before Lukkas could explain himself, Emil grabbed his bag and went out the door.
"Try not to have too much fun while I'm gone! Bye." He said and closed the door.
Lukas was sulking and Mathias was just paralyzed at what had just happened. Silence came upon them until Mathias spoke.
"So, Round two?"
Lukkas immediately hit the Dane on the face, which made him fall to the ground. This made Mathias conclude that he was not at all in the mood.
\(-_-)/ HUZZAH \(-_-)/
Emil was walking towards the school doors. He pushed it open and continued walking the hallway. The girls on the side were staring at him with lust while the others were squealing at the sight of the Icelandic teenager. Damn those twilight movies. Just cause Emil was quiet and doesn't show that much expression doesn't mean he's fucking Edward Cullen. To some guys, this would be heaven, but to Emil this was becoming a nuisance. Besides, he's not over Mei. She and Emil almost made a year together and that all just vanished in an instant. Emil was thinking about her when he passed a group of guys that squealed when he arrived like the girls. Emil simply ignored the attention which somehow made them swoon even more. On his way to his locker, another individual decided to lightly shove and walk right next to him.
"Damn, Emil! I think one girl fainted right there? Do you not see beau girl all ready to line up?" Michelle said with her French accent. Emil gave a small smile and turned to Michelle
"If you think they're so beautiful then why don't you date them?"
"Haha! Oui oui, I'll see what I can do." Michelle jokingly replied back which made Emil laugh. After the laughter died down, Michele spoke again.
"No, but seriously. Have you gone blind? There are many gorgeous looking girls waiting for you to snatch one of them up. Not to mention, since you came out as bisexual, many hot guys yearn for you to pick them! You have no intention of dating at least one?" She looked at Emil with a curious expression.
"No, it just isn't the right time. I really don't understand why these girls and boys do this? It doesn't really make any of the senses at all. Also, I still can't move on from Mei." Emil said the last part with a hint of sadness.
They finally made it to Emil's locker. It was quiet for a while, but eventually Michelle replied back.
"Well, Emil. L'amour fait les plus grandes douceurs et les plus sensibles infortunes de la vie."
Emil stared at her questionably. "What the heck does that mean?"
"Love makes the greatest pleasures and most sensitive misfortunes of life. It's a quote by Madeleine de Scudery. Didn't you listen to Mr. Bonnefoy's French Class? I thought you took it in freshman year?"
"I did, but are you fucking serious? How could you focus with his rape eyes basically scanning the room."
"Oui, he could be a little provocative and perverted."
"A LITTLE?!"
"The POINT is." Michelle interrupted Emil's rant. "You loved and it started out great, but ended in despair. You took a risk and it failed-"
"Wow, thanks. I feel a whole lot better."
Michelle smacked him hard on his shoulder.
"AW!"
"EY SHUSH SHUSH IM NOT DONE…. You failed, but that's life. You can't go through it without making a mistake, but the thing is you can't go through life without taking a risk on loving someone too. Love is love. It makes us feel good, and safe. It makes us want to live and breathe. Everything is more beautiful and heavenly when you love someone. Yes, there are times it will lead us to pain, but with the right love the sacrifices, and hurt will not compare to the joy that you have yet to find."
"So what are you saying? I should randomly pick girls and boys to date until I find the right one?"
"Nonono. Monsieur, you are so very clueless sometimes. I'm simply suggesting that you should be fixated at the bad side and remember that there is hope. Just be patient, and know that I'll always be here for you when you need someone."
Emil understood. He hugged Michelle to his chest which earned her a few glares from both genders.
"Thanks." Emil hugged her tight. Michelle could be a dick sometimes, but he knew she always had his back.
"No problem. But uh do you mind. I can feel your fans hypothetical knives behind my back." Michelle said with a nervous laugh.
"Oh, yeah. Okay." He let go, when suddenly a person tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to see an Asian boy staring at him with a blank expression.
"Excuse me, but you're like sort of blocking my new locker thing." The Asian guy said flatly.
"Oh, sorry." Emil and Michelle moved to the side.
"Thank you."
The stranger proceeded to kneel down and place his books inside his locker. The boy was obviously new. Last year, there was no guy at all who occupied the box lower to Emil's locker. It made things pretty convenient for Emil. I guess those days are over. Emil internally sighed when he caught Michelle giving him a look. He was staring at Emil and then nudging her head to the side repeatedly at the new kid. Emil was clueless about what Michelle wanted to him to do and continued to raise an eyebrow and stare at her with a quizzical expression. Michelle remained to do this for a few more seconds before giving up and tapping the new kid on the shoulders. The new kid looked up at Michelle with the same blank look on his eyes.
"Hi, my name is Michelle and this Emil. We noticed you're new here and well if you want we can help show you the ropes of this school and stuff. The new guy closed his locker and stood up. He gave a small smile and replied.
"That would be nice. Thank you. My name is Leon. I am originally from Hong Kong. You must be from France I presume." Leon spoke and put out his right hand for Michelle to shake.
"Oh nonono, Monsieur. You misunderstand. I am actually from the beautiful island of Seychelles! Meanwhile, Emil here is from the less beautiful, Iceland." Michelle said as he shook Leon's hand.
"Emil, huh." Leon this time put his hand out for Emil.
"Mm.." Emil replied to the repetition of his name and shook his hand.
"Well, Emil, for someone who apparently lives in the less beautiful island, you sure are the complete opposite in my eyes."
Emil froze as Michelle giggled in the back. Did this dude actually say that?! Many thoughts were racing in his head and then he realized Leon and him were still holding hands. A blush appeared across his face and he quickly let go.
"W-what? I'm sorry. I think I misunderstood." He stuttered.
"I said you're very beautiful in other words." Leon repeated.
What the fuck was this guy thinking?! He was about to reply when the bell rang indicating first period.
"Oh, I guess I have to go now. Bye, Michelle. Bye, beautiful looking Emil."
"Bye! See you later!" Michelle replied while Emil was still paralyzed from what just happened.
Michelle turned to Emil and was about to say something when Emil put his hand in front of her face.
"I don't want to hear it. Let's just get to class please."
Michelle closed her mouth and both were now walking in silence until…
"EMIL AND LEON SITTING ON A TREE. K-I-S-S-I-N-"
"SHUT UP!"
This was going to be a long day.
Author's note: Thanks for reading :D Hope you enjoyed :3