Title: Oh, the Drama
Authors: cookiecollabs
Pairings: HK/SK, USUK, CanKo, RoChu, brotherly NorIce, High School Pair (HK/Ice)
Rating: T
Warnings: mild language, mild violence, breaking of the fourth wall (thanks to Finn), use of foreign languages (translations provided at the end), authors tending to drift off into lalaland, broken Mattie, OOC-ness (in Finn's opinion)
Spoilers: none.
Disclaimer: Neither Kristen nor Nani own Hetalia: Axis Powers. Hima-sama owns this series.
Summary: Yong Soo and Leon are happily in a relationship. However, the skeletons in both their closets start to reveal themselves one day, all starting with a friendly get together. Mainly HKSK All pairings and warnings inside
Eiríkur = Iceland
Lukas = Norway
"You always want McDonalds." Yong Soo laughed, taking a bite of his French fry and grinning brightly at the male sitting across from him.
Leon shrugged. "It taste good," was stated quietly. The 'Hong Kong'-ian, as he insisted he was, took a bite out of his Big Mac, licking at his finger tips.
"Well, whatever. I said it was your choice." Yong Soo smirked. "You're turning into Al with this whole new liking for burgers. Are you gonna start wearing a bomber jacket, too?"
"Hmm?" The shorter brunette looked up, about to take a bite. He closed his mouth retracting from his half-eaten burger. He averted his dark eyes, refusing to say a word.
"You are?" The Korean blinked, tilting his head to the side. "That would actually look kinda cute when you think about it... hm..."
"Would not," Leon remarked, avoiding eye contact. He took another bite of his burger, uncomfortable about the subject.
"Heh." Yong Soo looked like he wanted to say more, but dropped the subject and quietly ate his fries.
When Leon finished, he rolled up his foil and drank the rest of his soda, letting out a sigh of contentment. "That was good. Thank you for the treat," he murmured, bowing his head to look at his vibrating cell phone.
"No problem! I'll walk you home~" Yong Soo said cheerfully, getting up and stretching his arms.
"Thank you." Leon stood, throwing his things away and looking at his screen in concentration.
"Hm? Who're ya texting?" The taller Asian asked, looking over his shoulder quite easily.
The shorter brunette didn't bother to hide his phone, for Yong Soo could not read Chinese. "No one," he stated, pressing 'send' and scrolling through a couple texts from before.
"Ooh. No one. Specific."
"I will have you know that you don't need to know every single person that I message." Leon's accent had thickened, but he kept his tone at level.
"Alright, sorry." Yong Soo frowned and backed off. The other had been particularly touchy recently.
"Thank you." The Chinese boy looked at his phone, glued to the screen as he punched in the special characters that had been installed in his phone, courtesy of Kiku, along with the layout. While texting, he asked, "Would you like to come inside once we reach my house? My parents are not home."
"Hm? Oh, sure~ I've never been in there before!" Yong Soo said excitedly, seemingly recovering his cheer.
"Well, we should start walking, then."
Leon took his keys out of his pocket, reaching for the house key and unlocking the two locks on his door. He pulled at the handle and opened his door. The Chinese boy stood aside, waiting for Yong Soo to step forward through the threshold. He had even decided to be polite to put his phone away.
The Korean entered the house, taking his shoes off first.
"Welcome to my home," Leon mumbled, removing his shoes and setting them by the door. He threw his bag onto the floor and waited by the couch, fidgeting slightly.
"Wow. It's nice." Yong Soo smiled and sat down on the couch, next to Leon but giving him his space.
The Chinese boy looked to the floor, but then realized his home had been complimented. "U-Um.. th-thank you." He sat down, a million feet of space between the two.
"Yeah. My place is a mess, you wouldn't want to see it."
"Is it now..." Leon looked to the side, whipping his phone out for a moment and typing in something quickly before stuffing it back in his phone and looking back at the floor by Yong Soo, cheeks dusted pink.
"Hmm~" The taller boy's gaze wandered through the living room. His expression was his normal "owo".
"I'm sorry if anything in my home does not please you," the shorter brunette finally said, hands curling around the jean material at his knees.
"Huh? No, it's fine!" Yong Soo grinned. "You don't have to be so polite!"
Leon visibly flinched, slowly averting his gaze to look at the Korean. "Duìbùqǐ..."
Yong Soo frowned at his expression. "Okay there?"
"I don't know." Actually, I do, but I'd rather not talk about it.
"Are you sure? 'Cause I dunno, you've been acting kinda... weird."
"I haven't," Leon gritted his teeth together, his composure slipping. "I'm fine."
The Korean frowned, looking a bit upset, but deciding to brush it off. "Um... okay."
"Thank you for understanding."
"Yeah, that's me... understanding." Yong Soo said quietly. (Which was a first.)
Leon looked at his hands, an awkward silence settling between them. He spotted a small fleck of dust floating in the air, and then asked, "Would you like to stay for dinner?"
"Huh? Will your parents mind? Or will they still be gone?"
"They've been gone for over a month... I don't think they'll be back for another month or two."
"Really? That's... strange. Are they on a business trip or something?"
The shorter brunette hesitated before shrugging. "I'm not sure," he murmured.
"Huh. Well, sure. I'll stay for dinner." Yong Soo smiled warmly at him.
Leon blushed, heavily, quickly turning away and looking at his socks.
Yong Soo, clueless as usual, just kept smiling. "So... what should we do? I finished my homework."
"I'm sorry, I asked you last minute and did not even think about what we could do..."
"Huh? It's alright." Yong Soo's face lit up. "Maybe we can invite some other people."
"Ah..." More guests? I wonder what I should do... Leon looked to the side before saying, "Possibly. I enjoy company."
"Well, I shouldn't invite people to your own house..."
"But would it be alright if I gave you... permission of some sort?"
"Haha~ I guess so."
"Then..." Leon finally made eye contact with the taller boy. "I give you permission to invite others to my house."
"Yay! We should invite Al! Oh, and aniki - I mean, Yao, and... what the hell, we can invite Arthur. Maybe Kiku...? "
"What about Matthew?"
"Eh?" The Korean faltered for a second. "Well... yeah, sure."
"Okay." Leon grabbed his phone and started messaging the same person he had been texting earlier, leaning back in his seat and not as tense as before.
"Hm... should I invite anyone else?"
"I have invited one more. I am sure that is enough for my small home."
"Huh? Oh, alright." Yong Soo frowned thoughtfully. "Should we invite anyone else? I was considering Ivan, but..." he shuddered.
"He's kind."
...what. Leon.
Leon looked at his phone, which had a new message. "What about Lukas?"
"Oh! Yeah, sure." He sighed. "But Ivan's creepy. I think he stalks aniki. In a panda suit."
"Oh."
Silence.
"So that's why there's always a giant panda bear wandering around Yao's neighborhood."
"Exactly." Yong Soo pouted. "Only I'm allowed to stalk aniki. Hmph."
Leon's dark eyes narrowed at this, but he turned away to hide his expression and continued texting one of his friends.
"Alright! I'm gonna start calling people!" Yong Soo whipped out his phone.
"Okay."
"Thank you for inviting me to your home, Leon-san." Kiku bowed and took his shoes off. He was early.
"Hey, it was my idea!" Yong Soo put in.
"But it isn't your house, Yong Soo."
"It is not a problem," Leon murmured, bowing his head in greeting. "You are here quite early."
"Only five minutes." Yong Soo added.
Kiku nodded. "I understand. My early arrival is inconveniencing you." He put his shoes back on. "I shall wait outside."
"Hey, wait!" Yong Soo cut in. "We never said that!"
"Ah, Kiku!" The shorter - he was still short, even with Kiku around - brunette went to grab Kiku by the shoulder to stop him, but kept his space, merely inches away from grabbing him. "You can stay inside. It is no inconvenience." Slowly, Leon's hand fell to his side, gaze at his socks once again. He ignored the vibrating in his pocket.
"Thank you." Kiku took his shoes off, again, and entered his house, sitting on the floor next to the couch. He made small talk with Yong Soo while waiting for the others to arrive.
Leon rubbed the back of his neck, feeling awkward. "You do not have to sit on the floor, Kiku. Th-The couch is open to guests as well."
There was a knock at the door and Leon apologized for the interruption before heading over to answer it.
"Yo, Leon~! The hero is here to entertain you!"
"A-Alfred...!" Leon was taken aback. He had forgotten Yong Soo had invited him.
Alfred laughed his usual laugh. "Hey, man! I told you to call me 'Al'!"
"Hey Al!" Yong Soo grinned at him.
"Hello, Alfred-san." Kiku nodded at the energetic blonde.
"Hey, guys~!" He tugged at the sleeve of the blonde next to him. "Look! I brought Arty!" He wrapped his arm around the irritated-looking Brit's shoulders, holding him close at his side.
"Oh, good! We were gonna invite him, but he didn't answer the phone!" Yong Soo said happily.
Arthur sputtered, trying to push the noisy American away from him, to no avail. "Bloody hell, Alfred! Let go of me!"
"Ahaha~!"
Leon stepped back to let them in. He was about to close the door when a soft voice piped up.
"...w-wait!"
"Hey, Leon, you're closing the door on -"
Slam.
Leon turned to look at Yong Soo. "I'm sorry?"
"M-Mattie. You shut the door in Mattie's face."
"I did?" Leon's dark eyes widened and he panicked, wrenching the door open to see a heartbroken Canadian standing at the door. "I-I am so sorry, Matthew!" he exclaimed, startled by his own forgetfulness. The brunette stepped aside.
"...no problem..." Matthew sulked, removing his shoes and walking over to the group.
Yong Soo automatically looked away, feeling awkward and guilty around Matthew, as usual.
When Matthew caught his momentary looking, Yong Soo swore that his soft, violet eyes had read 'screw you' for a split second. The blonde sat down by his brother, who had his arm around a fidgeting Brit's waist. He avoided any eye contact with Yong Soo.
"Hey..." Alfred hesitated. The blonde with the large eyebrows whispered something in his ear and the American was his hyper self once again. "...Mattie! What's up?"
"Ah... Al, you remembered my name," the Canadian said, softly. He laughed, but he knew what Arthur had told him. Even if they were brothers, Alfred was like all of the others.
Yong Soo flinched at the accusing look that had flashed in his eyes, and he sat on the opposite end of the couch, looking highly uncomfortable.
Leon watched the exchange quietly, lingering near the doorway while he waited for the other guests to arrive. "I apologize things are so... boring right now. Once everyone is settled, I will get straight to snacks and entertainment."
"No problem~"
"Keep your voice down, Alfred! You're so loud!"
"But, Arty~!"
"And stop calling me that! Git!"
"Y'know you love me!"
"Geh..."
There was another knock at the door. Leon opened it to reveal a boy of small stature with tousled, silvery, hair and piercing eyes. "I'm here." He said flatly, as if Leon couldn't figure that out himself.
"As am I." Another boy, a lot taller than the other, stood beside him, a detached curl floating by his head. His violet eyes were dark and emotionless, and he seemed to be tense, almost defensive.
"Ah..." Leon tried to crack a smile, but didn't succeed. "I-I thought only Lukas was coming..."
"Well, I was bored, and decided to come with him." Eiríkur, the shorter boy, stated, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh..." Leon hesitated, looking at the floor.
Everyone went silent in the room.
"Aw, shit," Alfred hissed under his breath, causing Arthur to tense.
"Well? Are you going to let us in or not?" Lukas asked, rather rudely.
The brunette visibly flinched, caught up in his thoughts. "O-Of course..." He stepped aside, giving them access.
Lukas patted Eiríkur's shoulder, allowing him to go first.
Eiríkur walked in calmly, brushing past Leon but otherwise making no other contact with him. He sat on the couch next to Matthew and crossed his legs.
His brother followed silently, giving Leon a pointed look, but nothing more. Lukas sat down on the floor by Eiríkur's feet.
Alfred was awfully quiet, but Arthur didn't say anything.
Leon closed the door and headed over to the kitchen. "Is anyone hungry?" he asked, already digging through the pantry.
Everyone was shocked when Alfred didn't speak up, but immediately understood once the tense atmosphere hit them. Things weren't looking so well.
Yong Soo winced, feeling the sudden silence in the room. When there was another knock at the door, he practically jumped up. "I'll get it!" He walked hurriedly to the door and opened it, eyes widening to see a certain sandy-haired, tall, violet-eyed psychopath - erm, Russian.
"I-Ivan."
"Hello, Yong Soo~"
And behind him was Yao, hiding so he was not noticed. The 'ai ya' that was muttered ruined his hiding spot.
"Aniki!" Yong Soo exclaimed. He probably would have tackled his older "brother" (who was really his cousin) if Ivan wasn't in the way.
"We shall come in now, da~?"
Yao clung to the tall man, hissing out, "Mā de, aru!"
Leon was fixing some snacks, despite no one asking for any. He looked up and stated, "It is alright to come in, Ivan, Yao."
Yong Soo pouted. "Aren't you happy to see me...?"
Silence.
"Hmph, fine!" The Korean left to go talk to Kiku again.
The eldest Chinese man looked up at Ivan, questioning. "Wǒmen néng bùnéng jìnqù?" he asked.
Alfred wanted to remark 'speak English like the rest of us' but didn't. He was too busy inching behind Arthur to hide from the intimidating Russian.
Ivan gave a smile at Alfred that didn't exactly look... right. He chuckled "Kol, kol~" lightly to himself under his breath while keeping a semi-protective, semi-imprisoning arm around Yao's shoulders. His height, however, didn't help.
"Haha, come in!" Yong Soo laughed nervously and rushed to Leon's side.
"Ivan..." Yao patted his arm, directing him inside. He risked an apologetic glance at Yong Soo.
"Hey... guys..." Alfred mumbled, the atmosphere becoming awkward.
Yong Soo laughed nervously and hid behind Leon's shoulder. Whether it was from Matthew, Ivan, or the entire atmosphere was unknown.
Leon, who had returned not too long ago, gave him a pity look and then turned back to Ivan and Yao. " I believe everyone is here."
The American let out a sigh of relief, but he was still tense. "Geez~ Holding my breath is hard!" he exclaimed, making up a lie to make himself look innocent.
Arthur, who quickly caught on, decided to nod.
Matthew watched from the side, looking at Yong Soo with hatred in his pure violet eyes. No one else bothered to notice him, so there was no point in hiding his emotions at this point.
Yong Soo met his gaze and froze, looking he wanted to say something, but didn't.
"Ai ya!" Yao exclaimed, crossing his arms over his chest. He was the oldest in the group, a junior in college, and acted like an old man with the level of his maturity and low tolerance for non-adult things. "Why are we so quiet, aru?"
"Wasn't like this until the Commie came alon - ow! Arty!"
"Hmm? Did Alfred say something?" Ivan asked innocently, still smiling. "I'm just glad to be with all my friends. We are all friends, da?"
"Y-Yeah... We a-all are..." Yong Soo stammered.
"But of course, aru!"
"Ha!" Alfred exclaimed, finding this hard to believe. "You and me? Friends? When hell freezes!"
"Oh... really, Alfred?" His eyes darkened, though his smile remained intact. "I'm sorry to hear that... kol kol kol..."
"And when heroes aren't cool!" Alfred added, pointing his index finger at the Russian. "And that will never happen! So! We will never be friends!"
"Alfred," The Brit hissed, giving him a pointed glare and trying to get him to calm down.
Leon watched from afar, glad to see everyone was getting along.
He must be a KY.
Ivan's kols grew murderous, though his smile never faltered. He ignored Alfred and began talking to Yao about nothing much in particular.
Lukas looked at his younger brother, and then at Leon, his expression blank and unreadable. But his eyes read 'don't even think about it' and Leon gave him a silent nod, looking away and storing his utensils back in their drawers.
The Canadian, who was slowly straying from the rest of the group, watched Yong Soo from his spot on the couch. His glare had softened and the Korean swore he saw tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes.
Yong Soo quietly moved away from Leon, took and deep breath, and approached Matthew. "Um... hi." He said, attempting a smile.
Matthew, startled by the start of a conversation, winced. He averted his gaze before looking up at Yong Soo, neither smiling nor frowning. "Hello," he replied, nodding curtly with Kuma-what's-his-face in his arms.
"...It's, um, been a while." I'm trying to say I'm sorry, Mattie! Gyuh... Why's it so hard?
Noticing the approach of the Korean, Alfred stopped yelling at Ivan, bristling at the look in his brother's eyes. Shit.
"...Yes, quite awhile..." Matthew looked at Kuma... who was he again? and then to the floor, avoiding eye contact for the time being.
"Um, a-and I know I was an ass." Yong Soo stated quietly, his weak smile fading.
"I'd have to agree with that." Well, that was harsh.
Yong Soo winced, and took another deep breath before continuing. "But we were... pretty good friends before all this, so, um..." A pause. "I'm really sorry."
That was when Matthew looked up, a dark scowl replacing his soft features. "I won't forgive you," he spat, quietly. "Never."
Yong Soo looked down. "All right. Sorry." He walked away to go sit in his spot at the couch, looking and feeling like a deflated balloon.
You didn't let me finish... Matthew hid his face in the crown of Kuma-what's-his-face's head, feeling crushed. This is why things always end badly.
Arthur looked at Alfred, pointedly, but noticed the distant look in his eyes. The American looked back at him, and forced a smile. "These get togethers weren't always this awkward," he commented. The Brit just looked to the side, unable to say anything. He couldn't look at Alfred.
Leon watched the small exchange from afar, feeling his chest clench, his throat closing in and causing his breathing to be shallow. "Yong Soo," he murmured, hiding in the kitchen.
"Huh?" He smiled when he saw the shorter brunette and walked towards him. "What is it?"
In a moment of possessiveness, Leon said, "You shouldn't talk to him. You broke his heart, and now you have me."
Yong Soo sighed and looked down, "I know, I know, but I feel really bad for leaving him the way I did." His expression was subdued and guilty, somehow didn't look right on his usually smiling face.
Leon set his dish towel down and reached up to cup Yong Soo's cheeks, standing on his tip-toes to do so. "Hey," he mumbled, frowning. "I'm right here."
The distant look on the Korean's face was replaced by a smile. "Right, sorry."
The other stretched up and pecked him on the cheek, turning away right after to hide the blush on his cheeks. He picked up the plate he was cleaning and continued to dry it with the towel placed on the counter not too long ago.
Suddenly, a crash was heard in the main room.
"Shut up!"
Yong Soo quickly turned to see what had happened, and hurried to the living room.
The shorter brunette followed.
Alfred was standing, a vase in a million pieces on the floor. He was glaring up at a certain violet-eyed Russian, breathing heavily. "Keep your fucking mouth shut!" the blonde hissed. He ignored the water seeping into the carpet, darkening the soft beige. Yong Soo looked over to his side, seeing Arthur comforting a small blonde, who was crying heavily.
The eldest of them all was holding Ivan back, weakly, unable to speak up at the shock of what was going on. Lukas looked down at his brother, pulling his hand away when it was rejected from sitting on the boy's shoulder. Kiku sat there in silence.
Ivan smiled. "Did I upset you, Alfred?"
"Hmm, I don't know!" The sarcasm was obvious. Alfred's hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, ready to throw something else at Ivan. "You insulted my brother and made him cry, for fuck's sake!"
"I was just being truthful." The smile never left Ivan's face. He easily shook off Yao's grip. "I'll be going now. I see I'm not welcome in your company."
"That's right! You better go and fuck off!"
"Alfred, bloody hell, calm down!" Arthur hissed, pulling him back down to the couch while comforting a still-crying Matthew. He looked at Yao and said, "Do us a favor and get him out of here."
Yao's brown eyes were sharp, but he nodded and pulled at Ivan's sleeve, trying to pull him to the door.
Ivan allowed his expression to darken for a moment before following him out.
"Hey... what happened?" Yong Soo dared to ask, trying to break the silence.
Alfred was the first to speak up, of course, and stood, looking quite angry. "That asshole went and said some crap to my brother, and made him cry! Mattie doesn't just cry at every little thing, ya know!"
"Huh? What'd he say?" Yong Soo asked, confused. He knew that the Canadian was sensitive, but he hardly ever actually cried.
"Oh, well, you should at least know the topic." That was when Alfred's tone dropped an octave and it became rough, harsh. "It was so stuff about you never actually loving him and then him making up crap about how and when you broke up with him." He took a peek at his brother, noticing that his crying had worsened. " Or maybe..." The American turned back to scowl at the Korean, crossing his arms over his chest. "These things were true?"
Yong Soo winced. "Th-they weren't, I swear..." His hand curled into a shaking fist. "Ivan can be a lying bastard. You should know that."
"Then why is Mattie so upset about it?" Alfred yelled, approaching the Korean, who was a few inches taller than him. "Huh, Yong Soo?"
"I don't know! Lies can hurt, too!" Yong Soo spat back. He looked back up at the blonde who he thought was his best friend.
"It pisses me off that you broke his heart, but now that I've found out why, I'm even more upset!" The American looked to the ground, rubbing his eyes with his hands and trying to calm down. "God dammit... For fuck's sake, Yong Soo, you son of a..."
"I told you! None of that was true!" Yong Soo hissed, narrowing his eyes.
"You don't even know what the fuck he said, so shut up!"
"Al..." Matthew looked up, feeling Arthur's comforting arm around him, and felt the tears drip down his cheeks and onto Kuma-what's-his-face, watching his brother and ex-boyfriend fight over… well, him.
"Fine! I will!" To punctuate his sentence, Yong Soo closed his mouth and crossed his arms over his chest. However his expression looked like one you would see on a kicked puppy, and didn't exactly look defiant.
"Err..." Alfred faltered at this. What the hell was he doing? Was he really... "Then... Then good!" He took a few steps back at the arrival of Leon, who had run back to the kitchen to grab cleaning supplies to clean up the mess. The shorter brunette didn't look very pleased. "Sorry about that, Leon... I got mad and went ape shit, man... I'm sorry!"
Leon looked at him, expressionless. "It is not a problem," he replied in monotone, going over to sweet up the glass.
Kiku stood up. "I should be leaving. My apologies, Leon-san. He walked towards the door, shooting Yong Soo, who was leaning against the wall, eyes blank, a sympathetic glance.
"Oh... Kiku, you..." Leon frowned. "If you insist. Take care." He went back to cleaning, going against what he usually did, which was lead them to the door and make sure they made it outside safely.
Kiku bowed and slipped his shoes back on before walking out the door.
The living room was now quiet once more. Eiríkur shifted in his spot next to Lukas.
"Everyone is slowly disappearing," Lukas commented to himself and his brother. "Why is that, I wonder..."
Eirikur shrugged. "We're all messed up, I suppose."
"Hmm..." Lukas nodded slowly, having to agree with it.
Alfred sat back down beside his boyfriend and brother, terribly frustrated at the day's events.
The shortest brunette watched the silence grow into a thick, awkward quiet. He decided to speak up. "I apologize, everyone. I didn't know this was to happen."
"It was my idea." Yong Soo said quietly. "Sorry."
"Don't blame yourself, Yong Soo," Arthur insisted.
"I agree with Arthur," Leon murmured.
"No, it's true." Yong Soo shrugged. "Screwed up."
"We're all screwed," Lukas added.
EDIT: "There's a way to put it." Eirikur said flatly.
Leon looked at the wall, avoiding eye contact with Eiríkur. "Well, now that our group has been shortened by a few people, can we relax now?"
"Yeah, let's do that."
Eiríkur shrugged and nodded.
The brunette stepped over and grabbed the pan that had the broken glass and dumped it in the trash, hurrying over to wipe at the stain in the carpet. "My family will not be happy..." he murmured.
"I'll help." Yong Soo volunteered.
"I-It is alright," Leon insisted.
"No, I wanna help." Yong Soo pouted stubbornly.
Leon frowned. "Yong Soo..."
"Aye, man, just let 'im help," Alfred cut in.
"If you insist," the shorter brunette sighed after a moment.
The Korean smiled at him and took some paper towels, pressing on the dark spot.
"May I ask why you knocked over my vase, Alfred?" Leon asked.
Alfred flushed. "W-Well, y'know, that commie bastard was makin' me mad, s-so I..."
"What's with you and calling him a commie?" Yong Soo asked lightly, trying to break the tension between them.
"B-Because he's Russian!"
"That's a bloody horrible reason, Alfred," Arthur commented, rubbing Matthew's back, soothingly.
"Not all Russians are communists." Yong Soo chuckled. "Just like not all North Koreans are bastards."
Alfred frowned, tilting his head to the side in confusion. "They're... They're not?"
"Eh. My brother is, though. He didn't even agree to come." Yong Soo pouted.
"Oh. You mean Han... Han... Hansol?" Alfred chuckled at his own joke. "I can't remember his name, man."
"Haneul." Yong Soo stuck his tongue out. "I get a boring name like 'Yong Soo' and he gets a cool name that means 'Sky'. Life isn't fair."
"I think your name is cool," Leon stated.
"Thanks." Yong Soo smiled warmly up at him from his spot on the floor.
"Hmm." The brunette looked away, scrubbing at the spot.
"This is quite..." Lukas began.
"I promise it will get more entertaining."
"Okay, because I thought I would spend the rest of the day listening to arguments I don't really care about." Eiríkur said flatly.
Harsh.
"Hey..." Leon was about to say something, but then remembered he wasn't dating the white-haired boy anymore. He held his tongue and went back to cleaning, glancing at Yong Soo here and there.
Lukas glanced at his brother. "That was mean," he murmured.
The Korean stood up, smiling. "Done~"
"I know." Eiríkur said flatly.
"Then why did you say it?" Lukas asked.
"As am I." Leon stood up and walked over to the kitchen.
Yong Soo threw his paper towel away, and sat back down on the floor.
"Because."
"There's a reason..." Lukas's eyes narrowed in seriousness.
"I guess I like being mean." Eiríkur rolled his eyes. "Everything I do doesn't have some deep ulterior motive, Lukas."
Lukas frowned. "Það gerir líka," he mumbled, in Eiríkur's native tongue.
He stared at him flatly. "You don't need to be so protective. My business is my business."
"But I'm your brother. Is that such a big problem, lillebror?"
"...I guess not." The silver-haired boy looked down, pale cheeks tinted pink.
The hint of a smile tugged at the corners of Lukas's mouth, but he remained calm.
Leon returned, sitting down on one of the couches. "Is there anything anyone would like to do?"
"Eat burgers!" Alfred exclaimed, laughing heartily to himself.
"Shut up," the Brit rolled his eyes. Matthew sat there, hiding his face in Kuma-what's-his-face's fur.
"I'm hungry!" Yong Soo announced out of nowhere.
The shorter brunette sat up straighter in his seat. "Is there any specifics you would like? I do not have pepero, sorry."
"Hmm... anything you guys want!" Yong Soo exclaimed.
"I have licorice." Eiríkur said flatly, taking a bite of said candy that seemed to come from nowhere.
Lukas eyed him, suspiciously. "I don't remember buying licorice for you, lillebror."
"I brought it from home."
"Oh." The Norwegian shrugged.
Leon looked at Arthur, who just shrugged. "I am not picky."
Alfred waved his hand excitedly. "Burgers! We. Should. Eat. BURGERS!"
"Leon and I just ate McDonalds." Yong Soo commented.
"What."
"Toast."
Arthur shot a glare at Alfred, who was giggling. "What the hell are you laughing at?"
The American was wearing that shit-eating grin of his. "There's this site I go on and there's this awesome thing with this picture of a shower with toast covering it and then every time someone reblogs it, they put 'toast' and then the next person puts 'what'! I got to put 'toast' last time!"
Everyone looked at him, blankly.
"What."
"Toast!"
That earned a smack to the head, courtesy of Arthur Kirkland.
"What?" Yong Soo asked flatly.
A tiny bemused smile appeared on Eiríkur's face. "Toast."
What's with the sudden mood whiplash?
Arthur gaped at them. "Is this seriously happening? You lot have lost your minds!"
Matthew looked up, having spaced out. "What?"
Leon looked at the floor. "Toast."
"What?" Eiríkur asked.
Yong Soo shot him a smirk. "Crunchy buttered toast."
"Dude! You ruined it!" Alfred complained, flailing his arms in his seat. "You can't do that~!"
"Thank god," the Brit sighed, relaxing in his seat.
Lukas shot Eiríkur a look and couldn't help but smirk. "What?"
Eiríkur glanced away. "This is stupid."
The Norwegian glared at his brother, smirk gone. "Ó, svo það er í lagi fyrir þig að gera það, en ekki mig?"
Eiríkur looked back at him, cheeks coloring slightly once more. "...Toast." He said quietly.
Lukas smiled to himself, satisfied with his little brother's answer.
Leon watched this exchange quietly. His gaze drifted to Eiríkur, concern expressing itself in his dark eyes.
Yong Soo sighed. "So, I'm still hungry..." He smiled mischievously. "Should we eat... toast?" He joked.
Arthur flinched visibly in irritation. "Yong Soo, don't -"
"What?"
That grin was there again...
"Argh, Alfred, you bloody asshole!" The Brit tackled the hyper blonde, pulling them both to the floor by the force of it.
"Aw, look. They really do love each other." Yong Soo teased.
"Indeed they do," Lukas agreed, nudging Eiríkur for no real reason.
The younger brother shot a look up at Lukas that basically said 'lolwtfdoyouwant'. Well, it was a bit milder than that.
Lukas shrugged. "Mér fannst eins og poking á þig. Er það vandamál?"
Eiríkur shrugged. "We're in America. Speak English like a normal person."
His brother looked at the wall, and then back at his brother. "En hvað ef ég er ekki eðlilegur? Þú getur skilið mig engu að síður, svo hvers vegna ættir þú að gæta?"
"It'll make the translations hard to add at the end. Readers will probably constantly scroll up and down to see what you said."
"Fine." Lukas frowned. "So what? There's this giant story with a million translations at the end, and none of the readers complain. And look what you've done. You broke the fourth wall. One of the authors just can't write a collaboration without breaking it."
(It's Finn, not me. -Blysse)
Eiríkur rolled his eyes. "Whatever. It's fun to break."
(It's me. -Finn)
"Translations and foreign languages make things more interesting. It's hot."
Well said, Lukas.
"...Didn't know you were into that."
Lukas shrugged, again. "It doesn't hurt to speak the truth here and there."
"But seriously. It's hot?"
"Mmhmm..."
Meanwhile... (cough cough)
Arthur was (still) wrestling with Alfred, pulling at his hair and shouting things that belonged in the soap box while Alfred laughed, having pinned him to the ground. He now sat on the smaller boy, causing Arthur to have a hard time breathing.
"Bloody hell, Alfred! You're heavy!"
"That's not very nice, Arty!"
"Stop calling me that!"
Yong Soo glanced at them, chuckling under his breath.
Leon looked at Yong Soo, looking at him in concern. He wanted to talk to him in private all of a sudden, but the words caught in his throat. 'Can I talk to you in private?' he wanted to ask, but couldn't. It was rude to leave his guests. He looked outside. The sun was beginning to set, so they would probably leave soon.
The Korean pouted. "I wish aniki didn't have to leave so soon."
"Ah." Leon looked away. "We wouldn't be having as much fun as we are now if Ivan was here, according to everyone else. I did not know Ivan was so mean."
...KY.
"He's just so... creepy." Yong Soo shuddered.
"Really?"
"Very." Yong Soo frowned. "To make things worse, he's always being creepy and approaching Haneul."
Leon bristled. It was always a rough subject whenever it came to Haneul. "Is that so? Approaching how?"
"I don't know." Yong Soo shrugged. "They're actually kinda similar, so it's kinda scary."
"Oh... I... I see..."
"Yeah. They start glancing at me when they think I'm not looking. It's..." Yong Soo shuddered. "Whatever."
Leon looked at Lukas, and then the Norwegian's brother. This is unsettling...
Eiríkur stood up. "Lukas and I will be leaving now. Thanks for inviting us." With no further announcement, he walked towards the door.
Lukas shrugged and followed suit, waving to Leon on the way.
"Oh..."
The two brothers quietly left, leaving Leon and Yong Soo alone with Arthur, Alfred, and Matthew.
Arthur got back to sitting on the couch, fixing his collar and smoothing out wrinkles in his shirt. "I apologize for my rowdy friend."
"Boyfriend~" Alfred drawled, giggling to himself.
The Canadian was looking at Yong Soo again, an unreadable emotion in his violet eyes.
The Korean was laughing at the two blondes. However, a part of him remained acutely aware of Matthew's gaze.
Alfred looked at Yong Soo. "Hey, man! I forgot how much fun it was hanging out on the weekends! We should totally do this again!"
Leon didn't mention that he would have to clear it with him, not Yong Soo.
"Haha, yeah, we should! How about my house next time?"
"That be awesome! Can Arty come?"
Arthur flushed. "Don't just bring me into the conversation! Idiot!"
"Yeah, he can!" Yong Soo grinned at the easily-angered Brit.
"Hmmph."
Alfred fist-pumped, grinning. "Hells yeah!"
"Leon, you should come, too!"
"I-I should...?" Leon's cheeks had flushed scarlet at being brought back into the conversation. "I've never been to your house before," he murmured.
"Man~ You guys are so cute!" The American cooed.
Matthew winced, and hoped no one noticed it.
"A-Are not..." Leon protested, weakly.
"Ahahah..." Yong Soo laughed nervously, cheeks coloring.
"No, but seriously! You guys really a - OW! Arty, what was that for!"
Arthur scowled at him, his arm around his other close friend, who was shaking with his face hidden in Kuma-what's-his-face's fur. What he mouthed seemed to be 'shut up'.
Being the KY he was, Alfred tilted his head to the side, confused. "What?" he asked out loud.
"I said, shut up," the Brit spat.
"But why?"
"Alfred."
"Arty, seriously! What's wrong?"
"You're such an airhead!" Arthur accused, feeling worse and worse for the depressed Canadian by the second.
"..." Yong Soo winced at the expression on Matthew's face. He half wanted to comfort him, but he would glance at Leon and automatically feel guilty again.
Matthew watched Yong Soo from where he sat, wondering what the other was thinking. Ever since the Korean had broken up with him, he had been a shut-in and refused to be attracted to anyone. He was lonely, but it worked.
An hour of talking and playing around passed, and the three blondes decided it was time to head home.
Alfred waved to the two Asians, arm around Arthur. "Later, guys~!"
The pair left, and Leon shut the door. He headed upstairs, announcing that he was going to go fix some things and would be back soon.
That was when Yong Soo noticed there was still someone in the room.
"Matti-" Yong Soo cut himself off. "Matthew...?"
Matthew looked up, having never moved from his previous spot. "They won't notice if I don't return," he stated, not even bothering to explain why he was still there. The dark, yet expressionless look in his eyes was unnerving.
"...Oh..." Yong Soo said softly, looking down at his socked feet.
"Shouldn't you be leaving soon?"
Like you're one to talk, Matthew.
"Huh? Um, yeah. I'll be going in a bit."
Matthew nodded, the horrid look in his eyes worsening. He looked up at Yong Soo, peering behind his glasses. "I will never forgive you... You do realize that, right?" His tone was rough, but still quiet.
"...Yeah, you kinda told me." Yong Soo said, voice losing its strength.
"You hurt me," Matthew stated, refusing to let the tears fall. "I really liked you, Yong Soo."
Yong Soo winced. "I'm sorry." He hated seeing the blonde like this, about to crack.
"No... No, you're not. If you were sorry enough, you wouldn't have done what you did." The Canadian stood, placing Kuma-what's-his-face on the couch where he had been sitting. He slowly stepped towards Yong Soo. "I liked you then, and I like you now." That was when he couldn't hold back and a single tear fell.
The Korean looked torn. "I know, i-it's just..." Leon...
"What? What is it Yong Soo?" Matthew's tone was now taunting, the tears continuing to fall at a faster rate.
The taller brunette looked down, eyes shadowed, and he stepped forward, reaching out, impulsively pulling the blonde into a hug.
Matthew, in his own rage at the moment, beat at Yong Soo's chest weakly, heaving sobs causing his chest to shake and his breaths to come out in shudders that caught in his throat. His fists slowly relaxed into clutching at the material at Yong Soo's chest, crying profusely. "You... You moron..." he choked out, eyes shut.
"I-I'm sorry." The other whispered hoarsely, beginning to pull away.
"No...!" Matthew pulled his hands away and wrapped them around Yong Soo's middle, refusing him to leave.
Leon watched from the staircase, unable to comprehend what was going on. All he knew was that he felt cheated.
Translations and notes:
Duìbùqǐ... - Chinese for "Sorry…"
Mā de! - "Shit!"
Wǒmen néng bùnéng jìnqù? - "Can we go inside?"
Það gerir líka - Icelandic for "It does too."
lillebror - Norwegian for "little brother"
Ó, svo það er í lagi fyrir þig að gera það, en ekki mig? - Icelandic for "Oh, so it's okay for you to do it, but not me?"
Mér fannst eins og poking á þig. Er það vandamál? - "I just felt like poking at you. Is there a problem?"
En hvað ef ég er ekki eðlilegur? Þú getur skilið mig engu að síður, svo hvers vegna ættir þú að gæta? - "But what if I'm not normal? You can understand me anyways, so why should you care?"
Nani: And there's chapter one! I'm looking forward to this fic. All it took was me reminding Blysse that we were planning to do a Hong Kong/South Korea fic!
...And it ended up turning into a big multi-pairing, multi-chapter fic. Anyways, this was pretty fun to role-play. My Korean half secretly enjoyed the drama and the love triangles.
Dammit. I knew those genes would kick in.
Oh, and this is my first time role-playing Iceland, Russia, and Japan, which is why they probably suck and are OOC.
Thanks for reading and please review!
Kristen: She pretty much stole the spotlight. I have nothing to say, even though I, once again, edited the whole thing. My spell-check does not like Icelandic, Chinese, or Norwegian.
