Chapter 1: A New Beginning.
Hola peoples~! Okay, so this new concept for a Fanfiction came to me whilst on a holiday in the Isle of Wight this summer and now I've finally got to writing it out. I seriously love HongIce; it's practically my OTP (Not going to lie, I have quite a few candidates for that title~) and so yeah…here it is!;) This will be a multi-chap fic; I can't write little ficlets for some reason:'/
Here are some quick names so you don't get too confused:
Kaoru: Hong Kong
Emil: Iceland
Lukas: Norway
Matthias: Denmark
For any of you out there who're waiting for a new chapter of Finland's Hectic Christmas, then I promise the next one will be up soon- I've almost finished writing it up~. Sorry about the wait, but GCSE's do tend to hinder ones writing life a little.
Rated for swearing, themes and yaoi (later on).
Okies, hope you enjoy this little chappie~.
Emil's POV
I awoke with a sudden start as a small but firm hand shook my shoulder surprisingly roughly. Blinking lethargically, sleep left me, taking my pleasant dream away with it. Through the crack of my bleary eyes, I could see the early autumn morning sun drifting silently between my recently parted curtains. I eyed the glittering sunbeams wearily, as if willing them to dissipate and let it be night once more so that I could get more beauty sleep. I groaned though as I realised that would never happen. Propping myself up steadily on my skinny elbows and popping a few bones into place in my back, I was satisfied with the hearty 'crack' they emitted.
"Lovely."
Lukas, my brother, stood by my bed, his arms crossed with one hand clutching a spatula and an unreadable expression on his face. He sighed dramatically, shaking his head at my bone-popping display. I shrugged nonchalantly, still half asleep.
"Now get up, you'll be late for your first day at school at this rate." He berated in his smooth Norwegian accent.
My heart stopped momentarily as my brain finally woke up and processed his words.
First day. School. Late.
"Skít". Up till now I'd forgotten what day this was. This was the exact day I'd been dreading for the past 6 weeks of the summer holidays. Today was the day I'd hoped I'd never wake up to. Today was the day that…that I started afresh at my new high school. Lukas raised a disapproving eyebrow at my language before massaging his temples irritably; a habit he'd become accustomed to since his boyfriend's permanent living arrangement at ours.
"Look, Emil. I can't promise anything, but the credentials of Hetalia World Academy High school are the best in the country. Hopefully we can make this location work out, okay? But you have to put in some effort too…just…try to make friends. Please?" He trailed off at the end wearily, glaring at my pet Puffin as he squawked loudly from his cage on the windowsill, as if laughing at his mini-speech like it was the funniest and most implausible thing ever. And in a way I agreed with him, but that didn't stop me from shooting a dirty look at the bird.
Turning back to face Lukas, I nodded mutely, knowing all too well that this year was going to be just as bad and humiliating as all the others past. But I was still thankful towards my brother; he'd done so much for me, after all.
Seemingly pleased with my silent agreement- although knowing deep down that it wouldn't happen too-he swiftly turned on his heel and walked out of my bedroom, stopping at my door briefly.
"Breakfast is ready. Hurry up."
He slipped out, closing the polished oak door quietly behind him. The minute he left I deflated, letting my weak arms drop and flopping down onto the bed. My eyes gazed unseeingly at the ceiling, all kinds of insecure and uncomforting thoughts buzzing around within my head.
Ugh. I hated school with a passion. It was always so noisy, so cramped and so full of dickheads. Everyone so willing to single out the one kid with the unusual looks and the health issues. I suppose that's why my brother entered me in to Hetalia W.A. High school; because it was an international academy in which the students came from many different backgrounds, many different places with many different physical appearances. Perhaps I could just about blend in this year?
Nope. Well, it was going to be just another jolly year in the life of Emil Bondevik. And I was not looking forward to it one little bit.
Turning my head to glance at my alarm clock, I did a double take. I had 15 minutes maximum to get ready for school, and that included eating breakfast, which for me was a daunting task in itself.
Groaning once again, I rolled unenthusiastically out of bed and shuffled into my bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I emerged two minutes later looking ever so slightly less bed-raggled. But it wasn't much of an improvement.
My eyes scanned the room, and quickly noticed the neatly laundered school uniform piled delicately on my desk chair. Rolling my violet orbs at one of Lukas' many feminine attributes, I made my way over to the chair, and began pulling on my clothes haphazardly. After I was sufficiently clothed (Lukas had even laid out a vest for me to wear beneath my shirt- he was so fussy!), I realised had yet to brush my hair. Shuffling up to the sink in my toilet, I inspected myself in the mirror that hung above it-which I swear was only there to taunt me of my weedy appearance. I physically grimaced at the sight of my body.
My eyes firstly lingered on my face; scrutinising the pale skin which was mostly hidden under a mop of unruly white hair. My bony cheeks were hollow, and my amethyst eyes were duller than usual if it were possible. I frowned at my lips- they were too pink and girlish for my liking yet chapped and dry. Damn I needed some lip salve on those. Despite all my protests, I could finally see why Lukas teased me about looking like a female. Not that he could talk of course.
Moving on, I wiltered drastically as I saw how utterly pathetic the school uniform looked on me. I mean, I knew I wasn't the healthiest boy in town and was a bit on the skinny side, but this was frankly ridiculous. If I hadn't remembered that these clothes had been tailored especially to my size, I would've stormed up to Lukas right now and demand another –smaller- set.
But as it was, these were supposed to be my exact size, yet they still hung off me in an unnatural way, and I looked a little lost within the excess clothing framing my slender shoulders and hips. Groaning internally, I pushed my long fringe out of my eyes to see better. I was short and scrawny; my petite torso was slumped into a perminately pathetic posture and the sleeves of the navy blue blazer hung way past my fingertips. I rolled them up. Not to mention that my trousers were going to need a belt, but at this point I was past caring anymore. I was a lost cause, to put it simply.
As I'd feared, I resembled a small,-ugly- china doll wrapped up in a teenager's clothing. Not that I was overly surprised, mind you.
This was pointless and I knew it. Lukas knew it too. As did Matthias. As he says, I'm literally skin and bone. I didn't know why I bothered trying anymore. I'd asked Lukas numerous times about the possibilities of home-schooling so that I wouldn't have to face the constant humiliation of others seeing me, and although he was rather fond of the idea as it meant fewer threats towards my dwindling health, he simply didn't have the time and couldn't afford it.
I reached for the hairbrush which sat on the counter with a frail hand and began yanking the little teeth through my knotted silver strands harshly. I spent a good three minutes or so attempting to tame the wild bed hair, but just like the rest of my body, it didn't care for my opinion and continued to stick up in every direction.
Glaring at my reflection one last time I left the bathroom, closing the door behind me with a slam. I chucked the hairbrush onto the floor and fell backwards onto by bed with a dejected sigh. Closing my eyes, I relished in the brief harmony of the moment.
But all wonderful moments come to an end.
"EMIL, Luke says ya gotta come down now~!"
My ears rang in protest of the overly loud and obnoxious voice that emanated from the stairwell. But nonetheless, I got up slowly. Ripping my phone from its charging lead and dumping some bird feed in my Puffin's bowl, I left. I didn't bother closing the door- I knew my brother would only come in later to clear up my mess anyway.
Pocketing my phone, I trudged down the stairs, scowling as I saw Matthias at the bottom, grinning up at me with his usual 1000 mega-watt smile.
"Mornin' sleepyhead!" He chuckled, motioning towards my dishevelled hair. My scowl deepened, and I smacked his hand away irritably. I didn't bother returning his greeting, instead choosing to make my way into our modern kitchen, where my breakfast awaited me.
As expected, when I entered the steaming room, an assortment of smells abused my nose and caused it to twitch lightly. I instantly noticed my brother on the far side of the room, hovering over the stove with a spatula in hand. Judging by the smell and the litres of maple syrup littering the wooden table in front of me, Lukas was probably cooking up another batch of pancakes for his ever-eating boy toy.
Ah. Had I mentioned that his 'boy toy' is also my personal Doctor?
Yeah…
I'll get to that part in a minute.
Anyway, said man was now sat at our polished table, holding his knife and fork in each hand perpendically to the surface- much like an excited, waiting child would. I rolled by eyes at his display and in return he flashed me a broad grin. I simply stared at him coldly before sitting down in my seat opposite him.
Lukas then placed a plate stacked with pancakes in front of the Dane, who practically squealed with happiness and then kissed him full on- right in front of me.
Sure, they do that all the time, but that doesn't make it any less embarrassing and AWKWARD.
Somewhat sensing the horrified expression that was undoubtedly adorning my face, Lukas pulled away and looked at me, his eyes sparking.
"Oh. Nice of you to join us Em. We were beginning to think your bed had swallowed you." He stated. I shot him a glare. Shaking it off, he returned back to the stove, and I got up in search for a bowl and a packet of cereal.
Hearing my reckless clattering of opening various cupboards, I heard Lukas sigh. He turned around to face me.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his face displaying his confusion and disagreement.
I shrugged nonchalantly as I opened another cupboard, finally finding a bowl. Yeah, Lukas had unpacked most of the cooking utensils, so I had yet to navigate my way around the kitchen. Straightening up, our eyes met, and I flinched internally as his expression darkened.
"Uh…getting myself food? I only have ten minutes." I gestured to the old clock hanging proudly on the wall behind his head.
He apparently wasn't too pleased with my answer, as he raised a slender eyebrow at my words.
"Put the bowl back. You have no use for it." The stove sizzled viciously, and he turned back around to tend to it.
Okay, so now it was my turn to be confused, "Er, what?" I inquired slowly.
With his back still turned, he waved his spatula around dramatically as he flipped the pancake.
"Put the bowl back. You're not having cereal this morning." He grumbled.
Huffing indignantly, I crossed my arms. Who was he to tell me what I am and am not going to eat?
"Oh? And why is that?" I jabbed back, irritation lacing my tone. Odin, it was too early in the morning for this shit. His prickly demeanour always managed to piss me off.
Shifting the pan in his hands a few times, he faced me, wiping his hands on his spotless apron.
"No need for your attitude Emil. I'm making you a special breakfast today. It'll keep your energy up. Go sit." He pointed his cursed spatula (seriously, I hate that thing- it's practically a part of him) at my seat. I didn't budge though.
Glaring at him heatedly, I said "I want cereal." Ugh, why did I always have to sound like a child? Damnit voice, break already!
He met my forceful gaze with one of his own.
"And I said no. Sit." He spoke slowly in a dangerously low tone.
A chuckle erupted from behind me, making me jump.
"Haha. Do what the little lady says Em. He don't like it when ya argue back~." The Danish voice practically sung. Both of us shot him nasty looks, but being the wonderful brother I am, I gave in and stomped back to my chair, flipping Lukas off the minute his back was turned.
Matthias chuckled again. Seems like he'd finished scarfing down his pancakes at a colossal speed. He now sat back in his chair, scrutinising me with his friendly gaze like he did every week when I came into his office for my check-up. I couldn't meet those electric blue eyes, and so busied myself looking at the table in front of my face, absentmindedly admiring the swirls of wood chips and the glossy varnish finish. I knew he could see right through me though- he always could, and this made me feel even more uneasy.
Just as I was about to tell him to stop his infernal staring, he spoke up.
"So, how're you feeling today Emil?" His tone was pleasant, but I knew he was just probing me for medical reasons, and that made me feel ever so less obliged to answer.
I simply shrugged, hiding my face beneath my long fringe. I can't say I was a big fan of attention. Fortunately (or unfortunately) for me, this was when Lukas placed a steaming plate of copious pancakes, cinnamon rolls and croissants before me. My stomach churned unpleasantly at the sight, and I struggled to hold down the bile rising in my throat.
A cold sweat started to break out across my forehead, but before I could voice my utter disgust, a cool hand came into contact with my head, and a certain doctor's voice snapped me out of my nightmare.
"Hey. Buddy, calm down there! You're getting' worked up Em, take it easy. It's just food." Flickering my eyes up, our orbs met, and he gave a reassuring smile.
"It's okay, it's okay. See? You're fine." He tried to soothe my frantic mind, and whilst it was helping a little, it wasn't doing all that much to console me.
Taking deep breathes, I felt my heart rate slow a little, and I nodded at Matthias to show I was okay. After a few tense seconds, I caught my breath, and looked up at my brother in disbelief. His mouth was drawn into a thin line as he gazed expectantly back at me, his deep blue orbs ablaze with determination.
Desperately, I turned to Matthias, who only offered me an apologetic smile. He was no help. I opened my mouth to speak my protest, but Lukas beat me to it once again.
"Eat" He demanded sullenly. I could feel his unwavering gaze boring into my back as I stared incredulously at the food-personification of Mt. Everest.
Now, don't get me wrong here, it's not that I don't eat at all or anything- I'm not one of those soppy teenage girls who hates her figure and therefore goes on a ridiculous diet. Hell- I'm the kid that needs to do the eating! And that is kind of the problem here. I just don't like food that much. It's not a disorder-at least Matthias says it isn't- but my stomach's kind of small, so I can't hold that much.
I've tried explaining this to Lukas, but he's always brushing it off, saying that if I don't eat more, 'the wind will blow me away' or 'I'd become the new model skeleton at the biology department in our school'.
"Eat." He drawled again, nudging my back with an elbow.
Gulping nervously, I scrambled around in my brain frantically for an excuse- any excuse to get me out of this torture. I felt a metaphorical light bulb go off above my head.
"I'mlactoseintolerant." I garbled inarticulately.
Lukas raised his eyebrow.
"I'm sorry?"
"I-I'm lactose intolerant. I can't eat this." I gestured to the food, smirking internally. Silently cheering at my victory, I looked up at him only to find a similar smirk adorning his own pale features. I was taken aback, expecting a reaction akin to cursing under the breath at his stupidity or something.
I don't know, just anything other than that gut-wrenching smile of his.
Matthias broke the amused and confused silence.
"The pancakes and rolls are made with soya milk. The croissants were bought from the dairy-free part of the supermarket. As your physician I personally checked. It's perfectly edible." I stared blankly at him, an overwhelming sense of dread spreading through my veins. He seemed oblivious to my discomfort, however, as he continued, eyeing my plate pointedly.
"It's going to be a long day, so you need to keep your energy levels up. I specifically requested Luke to bake this for ya. So eat." He finished his mini speech with a half enthusiastic half sympathetic grin. I closed my eyes briefly in hope this was a nasty dream.
But the enticing smell of freshly cooked pastries filled my nose, and I so I opened them again. Slowly picking up my fork, I knew I was defeated, and that I had no other choice than to battle the monster-size meal.
"F-fine" I muttered, hanging my head slightly as I tried my best to not dwell too much on what I was about to do. I felt a gentle squeeze on my hand, and I peeked up from under my fringe to face Matthias' encouraging expression.
"It's for your own good. You need more fat on these bones." He winked playfully, and Lukas slapped him over the head with his seemingly favourite cooking instrument. The Dane pouted boyishly, giving my brother his best puppy eyes.
Lukas only blinked before returning to the oven to make his own breakfast.
I tried to even my breathing, preparing my stomach for the mass amount of content it was about to receive. I felt the Dane's eyes watching my face as I lethargically stabbed a mini cinnamon roll and held it to my lips, but I couldn't bring myself to actually eat it.
I was well aware that my health was deteriorating rapidly now we approached the winter months-it always did. But I've always felt like Lukas- and more recently, Matthias -have always made too big a deal about it; swaddling me in over-sized cardigans and jumpers, giving me mini-water bottles to place in my jacket pockets, stocking up largely on numerous cough and cold remedies and buying tons and tons of firewood. I mean, yes, I was a little weak when it came to colder weather, but I was Icelandic nethertheless; I could handle it. Besides, this morning I felt completely fine- albeit a little tired, though a dose of iron tablets would soon clear that up.
I poked my tongue out and uncertainly licked the roll. It was warm and fresh, and the cinnamon was gentle yet firm on my taste buds. Hearing my stomach grumble, I cautiously bit into the pastry, savouring the sweet tang that spread through my mouth.
Seeing my little display, Lukas clucked his tongue, exasperated.
"Just eat the damn thing, Emil, before you have no head to eat it with."
Once again flipping him the bird (and receiving another distasteful cluck) I ate the entire roll, before reaching for a small croissant. Sensing Matthias' beaming smile, I frowned at him; I didn't like it when people watched me eat.
"Shtaph shtrainm a' mn' (Stop staring at me)" I mumbled through a mouthful of croissant. Lukas shot me a disapproving frown.
"Don't talk with your mouth full. It's most undignified." He snapped.
'Guð minn' I thought heatedly. This Norwegian really was a pain in the arse. Grumbling softly, I ate another small-ish croissant without complaint.
I suppose now would be a good time to explain my-our -situation.
My name is Emil Bondevik, and I'm 16 years old. Yeah, you'd think that once you've reached that age, you'd have more freedom. In my case, it's the opposite. I'm originally from the cold, geyser-covered landmass know as Iceland, but several years ago, when I was 7 and Lukas 10, my half-brother, our father and myself moved all the way to the land of the free- the great US of A to start our lives afresh.
Lukas was born in Norway 3 years before I was, but his mother tragically died in an accident, and that's how dad met my mum- whilst working on his recently deceased wife's court case. The two moved to Iceland, and that's when I came into the family. We all got on well, and a few years later we were shipped off to America as my parents were needed for a crime case over the ocean. I often miss Iceland, but I suppose America isn't too bad.
Back to the story.
When I was 13, our parents died in a freak train crash whilst on their way for their day trip to Washington DC to solve yet another case. Lukas was only my current age at the time, and so he had no legal right to care for me on his own. We therefore were forced to move across several states to live with a distant relative over in Nebraska. He got a few decent-pay jobs through the day waiting tables at a nearby restaurant to help support us- we didn't want to be a burden- and that's how he met Dr Matthias Khøler.
From then on, we switched clinics, and every Monday and Thursday since then, I'd find myself trudging down the street to see the Danish doctor.
Though last year, everything changed. Lukas turned 18, and we all moved out together- Lukas, and insufferable Matthias and of course, me. We settled down in a nice town house (courtesy of Matthias) within walking distance of one of Matthias' personal health clinics, which of course was preferable for us. But that didn't last.
The bullying started only a week or so in at high school. It started off fairly low-key at first; just the simple shove in the corridor, or a light thwack around the head, but things progressively got worse. Soon I'd find myself being beaten up on a daily basis; I'd loose all my books only to find them dumped in the boy's toilets and I would find that someone had stolen my asthma inhaler when gym was next period.
Yeah. Fun.
One day though all the really bratty jerks and jocks shoved me into the showers fully clothed and turned the water on freezing. They held my head under the water for a good ten minutes before they finally released me. I was stuck in hospital for two months with pneumonia after that episode, and needless to say my brother was not in the least bit amused.
Lukas thinks it's my bodily weaknesses that lead to me getting this abuse, but I know better. Sure, my constant ill health does play as a big factor, but I know it's also the case of my appearance.
My white hair, pale skin and purple eyes do tend to stand out within a crowd, not going to lie.
We moved out of the area after that, relocating every time Lukas saw so much as a faint bruise marring my skin. But we always made sure to move in near to one of the clinics in case of an emergency.
Yeah… and about that.
Basically I was a sickly child.
Want me to elaborate?
Fine.
When I was a toddler, I was constantly falling victim to the flu and general colds no matter what the season, and at the age of six, I was diagnosed with a weak immune system alongside asthma, severe iron deficiency, Osteopenia and Premature Ventricular Contractions (PVCs). So fitting in has never really been an option for me.
Not that I cared at all.
So can you now see why I dread school? I've never been liked in my previous schools, so I certainly wasn't holding hope for this one either. Just because it's posh, doesn't mean it's bully free. The only difference between these bullies and the public school ones is that there is a slim chance that they will be relatively articulate.
And before you ask, yeah, I only got into the school via a scholarship exam. Matthias' personal chain of clinics was our main source of income at the moment, alongside Lukas' part time job at the Library, but even then we would struggle to pay one terms fee alone. Though I must admit we are well off for a standard middle-class family.
So yeah, luckily for me I managed to nab one of three scholarships being offered to the public, although now I wish I'd written all the wrong answers in the entrance exam. I wasn't convinced I'd be able to survive one day at the high school, surrounded by numerous rich people who would probably have a swelling ego, because despite my sarcastic, cold and dismissive personality, I wasn't all too confident around others that I wasn't acquainted with.
Whatever. Today was going to be crap. I just hope it's over quickly.
Feeling my stomach cramping painfully, I smothered a gasp whilst lowering my fork, which still had the end of the croissant I was eating. Groaning softly, I clutched my stomach, looking at Matthias knowingly.
Meeting my eyes evenly, ne nodded once- a silent understanding.
Lukas suddenly appeared at the table, his own plate in hand.
"I'm full" I mumbled almost inaudibly.
Sitting down behind his breakfast, he finally caught on, eyeing my plate disappointedly. Clearing his throat, he spoke.
"Well, it's a shame, but it will do. You can leave." His unwavering gaze returned back to his meal, already tucking in without another word to me.
I adverted my eyes from my doctor's forceful ones, breathing a sigh of relief. One verdict down, another to go.
"You did better than I thought you would" he said slowly, as if carefully choosing his words. We both pretended to not see Lukas' disbelieving expression through the corners of our eyes.
I know he was internally debating whether or not to prescribe me more food supplements, but at that point, I couldn't care less. Excusing myself quietly, I left the table, only daring to breathe once I'd left the heavy atmosphere of the room behind.
Taking a quick peek at my watch, I cursed at the digits that screamed back at me. I only had five minutes left before school started, and I had at least a fifteen minute walk! Fumbling around like a blind child in my panic, I bumped into the wall carelessly.
"Ow!" I muttered, clutching my throbbing head. I heard a silent snicker from behind me and twirled around on the spot.
Lukas' outstretched arm dangled my backpack in front of me. His eyes swam with mirth and I grimaced at his twitching lips. Why was he always around to see me fuck up? I supposed God just hated me.
"Oh shut it." I muttered. Ignoring the unspoken request to pick up my bag, I sat on the doormat and began putting my shoes on, my numb fingers fumbling with the tricky laces. I felt my cheeks heat up with embarrassment as I struggled to tie them up, especially seeing as my brother stood there observing my idiocy. After a few silent moments, I felt warm air brush against my side and I turned to see Lukas hovering over my legs, his small hands slapping mine away from the shoes with a brisk flick.
"Really? You're already sixteen Em. You've got to learn to look after yourself." He sighed, his nimble fingers making quick work of my laces. Oh, how I wanted to point out that maybe if he'd stop treating me like a child all the time, maybe I would get the chance to learn how to. But I didn't voice it.
Not bothering to reply to that, I stood up, Lukas doing so at the same time. I put on my furry brown coat, which I knew I'd be needing once I left the snug house. He collected my bag off of the red carpeted floor and brushed it down before placing it in my expectant arms.
Heaving the heavy carrier onto my back, I tried to protest as Lukas held out woollen gloves and a knitted hat.
"It's 10°C Em. You've caught the flu in 17°C, so I suggest you stop being so childish and put them on."
"It's not cold." I retorted sourly, pulling a long face at his incessant nagging skills.
His glare sharpened drastically as mine met his defiantly. But after a few moments, he grumbled wearily.
"Just wear them." He snapped. Grabbing me by the wrist he tugged me forward harshly, forcing the hat upon my mussed up hair and the gloves onto my icy fingers. I tried to squirm away at first, but soon realised it was a lost cause as his painful grip only tightened on my bony arm.
Finally releasing me I stumbled back, a little disorientated from the surprise attack.
"There, was that so hard?" He demanded, sarcasm dripping in his Norwegian accent.
I didn't have any good comeback to that, so I left my mouth shut. Shifting the uncomfortable bag on my shoulders into a more preferable position, I turned on my heel and reached for the door knob, only to be stopped by two sharp pokes to my shoulder.
Whipping my head around, I raised a questioning eyebrow at his antics. Understanding my silent query, he spoke.
"Matthias has put all your medication in the usual pocket. Don't forget." He informed me, his voice void of any emotion as per usual. I just nodded mutely, already aware of this.
"Oh, and I've asked someone in school to monitor you food intake, so don't think you can get away with murder young man."
I glared at him; the feeling of anger, frustration and betrayal fuelling the fire behind my eyes.
"You can't do that!" I cried indignantly.
"I can, and I have." I ran a hand through my messy fringe in frustration, the other hand clenched into a tight fist in my pocket. Noticing my furrowed brow, Lukas groaned quietly to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as if to fight an oncoming migraine.
"Look. You heard Matthias, ja? You have to ensure your body has the nutrition it needs throughout the whole day. Because I'm telling you now, I'm not going to put up with a re-run of last October." He muttered the last part angrily. Meanwhile I still stood there, fuming silently whilst screaming insults at him in my mind.
Once he got to the end of his mini-rant, I felt my own self-control burst.
"En þú lofaðir…"I spat bitterly.
He shook his head slowly, a flicker of desperation appearing on his face briefly before it dispersed just as quickly.
"I did, and I assure you Emil I will never break it-"
"But you did!" I yelled, my voice breaking with hysteria. How could he?! I thought I could trust him! Whilst we were unpacking a few weeks prior, Lukas had promised me that he'd only tell a selected few at my school about my conditions-only those who needed to know. In my eyes, the cafeteria staff weren't on the list.
"Emil! Let me finish!" He yelled.
I paled, never having being spoken to like that since I was a child. Looking down at my shoes, I let him continue, a frown pulling at my brows.
I heard him adjust his hair behind me; the unmistakable 'click' of his famous cross-barrette as he clipped his overly long fringe back from his face ringing in the air.
"As I was saying, I didn't break my promise Em, I swear to you." His voice had returned to its usual coolness.
"Tino is a personal friend of mine who works at the school canteen; he can be trusted. I know you don't want drama Emil, I do, but there are some people that we can't afford to keep facts from; the headmaster for example. And of course the school nurse knows too. And the head of gym…" He trailed off, going silent as to witness my reaction.
But I had nothing to say. Wrenching the door open viciously, I was yet again stopped in my tracks.
"Wait." The demand was ice cold, and I involuntarily shivered at his tone.
Hesitantly, I swivelled around only to find his hand thrust into my face.
I momentarily jumped at the action, not expecting it in the slightest. Once my accelerated heartbeat had decreased some, my eyes actually processed the two red pills sitting neatly upon his palm. My eyes widened in realisation.
"You forgot these." Lukas stated, his marine orbs steely yet smug. Standing up straight, I snatched them quickly, chucking them down my throat as I swallowed them dry. I almost moaned gratefully as I felt the drugs flow through my bloodstream, my strength and energy gradually returning.
However all the soothing effects of the drugs were pushed to the back of my mind as my amethyst orbs fell upon the watch attached to my brother's wrist.
"Skít!" I cursed under my breath and before Lukas could lecture me on my potty mouth, I fled from the warmth of the hallway and onto the much cooler and foreign street. I heard the Norwegian accented voice call after me.
"Remember your precautions!"
I felt my face flare up at that, and I unconsciously hid my face behind my coats collar to stop the early autumn air from nipping at my nose and cheeks. Shoving my hands in my pockets, I absentmindedly kicked at the stones and crispy leaves littering the pavement.
Oh yeah. That's another problem…
You see, because of our constant settling and re-settling issue, it means that I tend to miss a fair amount of school days during the term, and as it happens, I'm now going to enter the new high school in the middle of the year. I mean, how casual is that?
It's normal when new people start at the beginning of an academic year, or sometimes a new term, but not halfway through one! I knew I was in for a bumpy ride, and with this knowledge I deflated even further, wishing that the ground below the crunchy leaf skeletons would open up and swallow me whole.
This was going to be a long first day.
So yeah~ Welcome to my new multi chapter fic~. I hope you liked this little taster of it. Please leave a review or whatever- I really enjoy them, and I will give everyone who does a free Kiwi bird:3
Okaay~ so here are some wild translations. You're welcome.
'Guð minn'-My God-Icelandic
'Ja'- Yes- Danish/ Norwegian (Different pronunciation though~).
'En þú lofaðir'- But you promised- Icelandic
'Skít'- Shit- Icelandic
Aaand now have some vague descriptions on Emil's numerous conditions. I'm sorry is they are inaccurate or incorrect in anyway; I'm not trained medically (except for First Aid:L) so I got them off of the internet. Feel free to correct me in a review!
Osteopenia- weakening of the bones. I'm most certainly not trained in the medical profession in any way so I had to get my information form google. Sorry if anyway terms are incorrect.
Premature Ventricular Contractions- a type of heart arrhythmia which is relatively common. This is the skipped heartbeat we all occasionally experience. In some people, it can be related to stress, too much caffeine or nicotine, or too much exercise.
Asthma- (I thought everyone knew this one…)When ones air pipes aren't functioning as well as they could be due to a blockage of mucus which affects the breathing.
REVIEWS ARE MUCHLY LOVED AND CHERISHED~
Because, y'know, it's nice to know I'm not alone on this site:3
Toodles mah dearies!~
-TheSpanishBanana