Yes! This is chapter two! I will be continuing this story! There will be a lot of side plots to follow as well as the initial HongIce ship, and there will be a lot of drama in the coming chapters when I actually get around to writing them. *is casually writing this from the sixth from common room during a free period =u=*

At the end of the school day, both Emil and Leon were equally exhausted, and ad silently agreed to visit the local Starbucks. Glancing at Leon a few times, Emil felt the urge to hold his hand, but at the same time didn't want to seem too interested, so just kept his hands at his sides, swinging availably. As they continued to walk, their footsteps in time, Leon took Emil's hand in his own, having noticed that it had been left by his side, and surely it would be fair to hold his hand if they were kind-of-dating.

Emil blushed deeply, cursing the colour of his cheeks silently, for having become so red, just because Leon was holding his hand. As they were holding hands, the two of them could notice things a little easier. Leon could tell he was making Emil blush, just by the way his hands seemed to warm up in his own, and the way they felt just a little sweaty. Emil noticed the firmness of Leon's grip on his hand, and how smooth his skin was, which lead to him wondering what his lips were like to kiss, which made him blush deeper, cursing the colour red.

As they arrived in the Starbucks, Leon muttered something along the lines of "Jeez, I'm like… too tired for this…" in Chinese, as he didn't really feel like he wanted to converse with the barista. He knew he'd be fine once he had his coffee though.

Noticing the people, watching them holding hands like that, Emil kept his eyes off of all the people in the coffee shop, not wanting to draw more attention to himself. He looked at the menu behind the bar and decided what he was going to have before walking up to the barista and ordering "One mocha cookie crumble Frappuccino, with whipped cream, please." He said, ordering the iced drink that always looked so majestic.

The English language still not coming naturally to him as it once had, he ordered it a few times anyway "One filter." He said simply, shaking his head when they asked if he wanted milk. Coffee was better without any additions in his opinion, which apparently Emil disagrees with, as Leon saw his order.

Taking a deep breath of coffee smell, Leon brought his cup under his nose, inhaling the scent.

"Let's go?" Emil said, holding his very majestic looking Frappuccino in his left hand, leaving his right to be taken by the other. Leon took Emil's hand and walked out of the coffee shop. His other hand being warmed by his fresh coffee.

Noticing Emil taking occasional sips from his drink, Leon absentmindedly took a sip of his piping hot coffee. That was a mistake. His mouth felt like it was on fire; it was like drinking fire. He coughed and sputtered for a moment, drawing a few concerned glances from passers-by, and for Emil to stop walking and become concerned "Are you okay?" he asked, not really knowing what else to say.

"F-fine!" he said, his voice just a little hoarse "The coffee was hot…" he said, righting himself and clearing his throat a little, trying not to make it seem like a big deal. He started walking again, as if nothing happened, occasionally coughing quietly to himself; whenever he did, Emil would shoot him a concerned glance and sip his drink.

Leon continued walking his face heating up just a little, unintentionally. Emil noticed that Leon's hand had heated up a little, and his face seemed a shade pinker than before, making him smirk just a little to himself, hiding it in sipping his Frappuccino.

After a half an hour of walking, they arrived at a narrow, yet tall terraced house. This type of housing was very popular in England apparently, and the lack of space was so that people working would not have to travel far from work, so therefore, space conserving houses were good.

Opening the door, Leon called into the house "I'm home!" in Chinese, before taking his shoes off and walking to his room.

Downstairs was the living room, and the kitchen, and the dining room, that was connected with the living room. There was a small hall downstairs with a staircase that lead to the first storey which was home to Yao, Kiku and Yong's rooms, and a small bathroom. Going up another flight of stairs brought the pair to the largest rooms, but also the furthest rooms, Leon's room, and Mei's room.

Leon's room was one of the largest in the house, but he'd only been able to get it by taking a chance when they'd gotten to the house, and running all the way up the stairs to claim the top room. Mei had had the same idea, but there were two top rooms, so there was little commotion.

They walked in and despite it being a little messy, with empty instant ramen pots and cups that were either filled with tea or coffee at some point, it was relatively tidy. Yesterday's clothes were on the floor, but hastily kicked under the bed as Emil walked in "So you want me to help you with your work?"

"Yes, English needs correcting."

"Your English needs correcting."

"That's what I said." Leon said, flopping onto his bed, opening his book and looking at Emil expectantly, who rolled his eyes and sat beside Leon.

"Okay… What on earth is that?"

"I didn't know the English word…"

"Didn't you grow up in his house? And… you're meant to be fluent, aren't you?"

"He is… not as good a teacher as you may think… and it's been a while, and I'm better at talking."

"Okay, well, what were you trying to say here?"

Leon paused for a minute, trying to read the words for some kind of reference "I'm… not sure…"

"Do you want to see my book?" Emil said with an exasperated sigh.

Leon nodded, hoping it would give him a few hints.

The problem was that Western languages did not come easily to Leon, especially as Arthur, although a lover of the English language, was a terrible teacher, and he learnt more from just things that people said. He could recognise words if written, but he could never remember how to write them himself, and the phonetics of the language confused him still.

Looking at Emil's book, he could recognise a fair few words that were written on the page and vaguely knew what the lesson was about "Can I just copy from your book?"

"No! That's cheating! I'll help you make your notes, like if you tell me what you want to write, and I'll give you spellings if you need them, but there's no way I'm letting you copy my work."

"Okay." After that, the two of them began the arduous process of writing up the day's work.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Yao was sat on the sofa, talking to Kiku "I don't like this, and I want you to know that." He said in Chinese, knowing Kiku understood it.

"I don't like it either. He's meant to make human friends… and that was Iceland, am I right?"

"Yes it was." Yao said testily "I don't like it. He's too young, and he needs to concentrate on his job. He's not going to make friends if he just hangs around with him…"

"You don't think they could be… y'know…"

"No, of course not! They have nothing in common, and they've only just met."

"Leon's never had a girlfriend…"

"He's never had a boyfriend either!"

"True… but… I think it's strange that he's bringing him home the day they met…"

"He's just being friendly…"

"Maybe…"

"We should check on them." Yao said, an idea coming into his head.

"Is that a good idea?" Kiku said, really not wanting to walk in on anything awkward.

"Fine, you stay here, and I'll go see what they're doing." Yao said, standing up and walking out of the room. After walking up the second flight of stairs, he burst into the room, making Emil, who had been telling Leon the spelling for the word 'interpretation' after Leon had attempted to say it several times and failed, meaning Emil had to spend a few minutes trying to guess what he meant.

"Hello, Yao, is there like something you wanted?" Leon asked, not shocked by Yao's dramatic entrance, unlike Emil who felt like he was recovering from a heart attack.

"I just… wanted to know if either of you wanted any snacks." He said, trying to sound casual.

Leon turned to Emil and asked him in English if he wanted any snacks, seeing as the conversation between himself and Yao had been in Chinese, and Emil would be lost.

"I'm fine… thanks…" Emil said slowly, his heart still pounding in his chest.

"He's fine, and I… do we have any dumplings?"

"No."

"I'm fine then."

Yao nodded and walked out of the room, feeling awkward and making his way downstairs.

"He gave me a heart attack…" Emil said, looking at Leon for some kind of apology or something of that meaning.

"He likes to be dramatic. It's in his nature." Leon said, as more of a statement than an apology. It would be very out of character for him to actually say 'sorry' to someone.

"Right…" Emil said "You want that spelling now?"

"Yes." The two of them continued to work on the notes for another hour, before it was finished.

"Well, that took long enough…"

"Do you want to make out now?" Leon asked casually.

"Uh-I yeah, sure… I guess." Emil said, almost spluttering.

"Okay." Leon turned to sit facing him, but was comfortable letting Emil make the first move, because she didn't want to seem too forward and having little experience with kissing. Emil was also going through a similar mind process, sat facing Leon, but not wanting to initiate anything in case he did something wrong.

"So…" Emil said, leaning slightly closer, and Leon reciprocating and bringing his face closer to Emil's. After a moment, they brought their faces closer to each other again, and their lips met gently. Neither of them had much experience, but it wasn't terrible.

The first kiss was short and sweet, but they continued, deepening each kiss, tilting their heads to fit better, and opening their mouths so not to bash their teeth together.

As he was kissing Emil, eyes closed, Leon wondered what he was supposed to do with his hands. Was he allowed to touch Emil? Would it be too much? Would a hand on the waist suffice? He wasn't sure, but he decided he couldn't go far wrong if he placed his hands on the other's waist.

Emil's eyes flickered open for a second when he felt Leon's hands, but he closed them again when he saw that Leon's were still closed. He'd been letting Leon lead the kiss, as he'd not been sure what to do, and the best thing seemed to be just to reciprocate how Leon was kissing, and learn from that.

Downstairs, Kiku was still uneasy "How long does it take to study? I… we should check on them again."

"It'll look weird if we check on them again; why don't you go? They're probably just playing on the Nintendo…" Yao said, getting a little tired of Kiku's worrying.

"But…" Kiku couldn't think of anything to say, so just stayed quiet.

"Why don't you go and check on them, if you're so worried?" Yao said, poking him to get up "Because you're not going to stop worrying about this until you see for yourself that they're just studying.

Kiku sighed and stood up, walking out of the room. He walked quietly up the stairs, not wanting to disturb them, and just wanting to see that they were doing as they said they were doing; it was not unlike Yao to bend the truth to fit what he preferred.

Upon getting to the top floor hallway, he peaked through the keyhole, not wanting to get involved. He gasped, seeing them and his face lit up bright red. He knew there was something happening. He looked again, out of morbid fascination of the scene, feeling embarrassed for doing so, but that not stopping him. They were definitely kissing. Not just a peck on the cheek either! They were making out! How could they be doing that so early on! How?

Kiku stood up and walked back downstairs quickly, his face bright red in a mix of embarrassment and surprise. He sat down on the sofa, beside Yao, not looking at him as he said "That was not studying…"

Yao did a double take, at what he heard "What do you mean by 'not studying'!?" he exclaimed heatedly, gaping at Kiku, noticing the colouring of his face, and the uncomfortable expression.

"They were k-kissing!" Kiku managed to say, his face darkening further into a flurry of embarrassment.

"What, you walked in and they were just kissing?" Yao asked, trying to understand.

"N-no! I didn't want to walk in in case I made a scene, so I looked through the keyhole!" he exclaimed "Stop asking; I'm very uncomfortable!"

Yao rolled his eyes and looked at him "What do we do now?"

"I-I how am I supposed to know!?"

"I don't know, but… I didn't even know he was gay…"

"Wasn't it obvious?"

"No! I thought he would be straight like Yong!" Yao argued "He didn't do anything to make me think he was gay… until now! But that's beside the point." He said, trying to figure out what to do "Oh god…"

"What?"

"I'm… going to have to give him 'the talk…' and tell him about…" Yao said despairingly, his emotions switching quickly when he realized he was going to have to do something which made him more than just a little uncomfortable. "Oh god… What if Mei starts kissing boys too? And What about Yong… actually I think he's fine…" Yao added, noting that generally he frightened girls off with his personality and habits.

"We shouldn't get caught up in that; Mei is a smart girl."

"You're right, we need to focus on the matter at hand. Leon… and why he's kissing that foreign boy." Yao said, finally. And the two of them started to formulate plans as to what to do about this whole situation they had managed to get themselves into.

Upstairs, things had escalated just a little. Thinking it more comfortable, and it was, Emil had leaned back into Leon's pillows, pulling Leon with him. Leon was straddling his lap, pressed against him, and kissing him. He broke the kiss for a moment "So, did you want me to be your boyfriend now?" he asked, looking into Emil's eyes that always seemed so interesting to him.

"Yeah, sure…" Emil said, breathily, before pulling Leon into another kiss. They were both getting used to it quickly, and were definitely improving.

Leon ran his tongue along the underside of Emil's top lip, hoping for a response of some sort. Emil opened his mouth guessing what Leon wanted, letting the other's tongue in. It was all so new, and yet it felt natural like this. Leon prodded Emil's with his own, playfully retreating his tongue into his own mouth after, like a game. Emil responded, thrusting his tongue into Leon's mouth and poking his tongue back. This seemed to begin a wrestling match, between the two of them. It lasted a few moments before Emil had to breathe, and broke the kiss breathlessly.

Both of their lips were rouged from the kissing and they took a moment to get their breath back. Leon took this as a good moment to comment on the kissing "You're definitely getting better." He said. He wasn't going to add that Emil tasted like sweets and liquorice, as he thought he would probably get slapped for that.

"Yeah?" Emil asked, glad he was improving. Leon tasted like coffee and fish to him, but it wasn't unpleasant, and he liked both things, so it wasn't something he found off putting.

"Yeah…" Leon said, kissing Emil again. He started out with small kisses, slowly going in for a few deeper ones.

Suddenly the door opened with a loud BANG that Emil was sure he could feel in his ribs. He broke the kiss in shock as he saw Yao at the door with a formidable glare, staring at Leon and himself "Leon! What are you doing!?" he shouted at Leon, in horror, and Chinese

"I'm kissing him." Leon said sitting up, still sat across the Icelander's lap.

"Why!?" he cried out, in exasperation and despair that his little boy was growing up.

"Because he needed practice, and he's cute. It's a fifty/ fifty." He said looking at Yao, his face free from anything that could even resemble remorse.

"But… when did you meet him!?"

"Probably in a wo-"

"You know what I mean, did you only start talking today!?"

"I think so, why?"

Yao made a sound of frustration and anger "Right… and is that a suitable time span to kiss someone in?"

"I don't know, probably." He said, shrugging, looking completely unbothered by Yao's lecture. Not that he really registered much emotion on his face at all. He smiled sometimes, but apart from that most things he conveyed with body language, or didn't convey at all.

Watching the argument, or discussion, Emil, as well as feeling very uncomfortable, and unable to sit up, was watching their expressions to try to figure out what was going on. Yao's face showed anger… or shock, exasperation, concern, and a thoughtfulness. Leon's… he looked. He had the straight face he always had. His voice seemed unchanged to how it was usually. Emil just assumed it would take a lot for something to actually shake him, or put expression on his face.

Yao made a noise of indignation "Fine." He said, about to walk out before turning to say "Ask your… friend if he's staying for dinner, and when he has to be home by."

"Emil," Leon said, looking down at the white haired nation "You want to stay for dinner?"

"Sure… no-one will have made me anything at home." Emil assumed, as he always insisted on making his own dinner, in an attempt to seem more grown-up.

"Okay, and what time do you need to be home at?"

"About 8PM I think…" Emil said, slightly unsurely.

"Okay." Leon turned to look at Yao again, easily interchanging languages "He says he will stay for dinner, and he needs to be home for 8PM."

"Okay." Leon turned to look at Yao again, easily interchanging languages "He says he will stay for dinner, and he needs to be home for 8PM." Leon said, waiting for the man at the door to do something.

After a moment, Leon noticed that Kiku was behind Yao, looking very flustered and like he didn't want to be there. After a moment of consideration, the two at the door walked away and went back downstairs, and from what Leon and Emil could hear, they were having a heated discussion about something.

"So, you want to keep going?" Leon asked, looking down at Emil, lying there awkwardly, not having understood any of the dialogue between Leon and Yao, and feeling like he suffered from two heart attacks in one day.

"No, not really!" he said, sounding surprised "Aren't you even a little embarrassed!?" Emil asked, with a little anger in his voice, because of how insensitive Leon was being.

"No, why would I be?" Leon said, his face not changing.

"Because we were kissing! Jeez… is this all a game to you!? Does this mean nothing?" He asked, trying to get some kind of expression from him.

"I don't get why you're upset… I don't care if they see me kissing you. It's a great way to come out to them anyway." he said, keeping his voice level. Emil had no words "It won't happen again if you don't want it to. I'll get a lock if kissing in front of my family makes you uncomfortable." Leon said, noting how worked up Emil was getting.

"That would be good, yeah…" Emil said, not knowing where to go from there.

"You want to learn some Chinese?" Leon offered, seeing as Emil had helped him so much with his English.

"Sure… I don't know how good I'll be though…" Emil said, feeling like his accent was going to let him down yet again.

"Okay, I'll start with the basics." Leon said, and so they began going through basic Chinese, that come tomorrow, Emil would probably forget half of.

Downstairs, Kiku and Yao were making dinner together. They both liked times like this, where they felt so efficient in the kitchen, and it wasn't often that they made big dinners.

"Who's eating here tonight?" Kiku enquired, wondering how many they were cooking for.

"Mei is at a friend's house… Yong is… I think he… I don't recall, but he's not home, and that leaves Myself, You, Leon and his… friend." Yao said, counting off on his fingers.

It didn't take long to cook, as they both were working together, and it cut the time down, which was good as neither of them had any intentions of making the guest late home, and therefore dinner had to be cooked at a reasonable pace to make sure.

Once it was ready, Kiku set about laying it out on the table and Yao ran up the stairs, bursting into Leon's room for the third time that day. Yet again, Emil had near to a heart attack, and Leon seemed completely un-phased. Emil thought to himself that he must have been desensitised to it if it happened this frequently.

"Dinner is ready now." Yao declared before making his way back down the stairs again.

Leon stood up and walked to the door, waiting for Emil "coming?"

Emil jumped up from the bed quickly and walked with him down the stairs, snapped out of his last heart attack.

When they got to the table, Emil couldn't believe how good the food all looked. He wanted to try everything, but there was way too much stuff to do that, so he was going to have to make a decision as to what he wanted.

The others all made haste in filling their plates with an assortment of food. Yao often got into the habit of making too much food and saving it for other days, or throwing it away, though he did that less now, as everything seemed to have gone up in price.

Leon ate his food, occasionally glancing at Emil, who finally decided on some of the things he was going to eat, but was struggling with his chopsticks.

"Do you need so-"

"No, I'm fine… I'll get this…" he said, looking determined.

"I'm sure we've got a knife and fork somewh-"

"No," he said, cutting Leon off again "I will get this…"

Leon sighed, continuing to eat his food when Emil did something… unforgivable

He speared a piece of chicken with a chopstick.

Leon kept his head down, for once embarrassed. He didn't know whether to say anything, or not say anything. He could hear Yao muttering to himself, sounding less than pleased at Emil's behavior.

"Emil…" he said quietly.

"What?"

"Don't… stab food like that… it's really, really disrespectful…" he said, trying not to draw attention to himself and Emil, anymore than he already had.

"What like that Feng thingy? And it's like bad or some bullshit to put stuff in the wrong place or something?" Leon felt like turning to dust then and there.

"Feng… thingy…" he said quietly to himself, keeping his eyes down knowing Yao must have heard.

"Yeah…" Emil said, noticing the table's eyes on him and suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

Yao took the moment of silence to announce that he was going to check on dessert and left the room, looking like he was going to lose his composure if he didn't step out very soon. Kiku followed, saying he would help; just feeling too uncomfortable with the situation unfolding in the dining room.

"Emil… can you please not… say that again… ever…" Leon said, sounding very out of character and uncomfortable. It seemed as if you could do anything but insult his culture… which seemed very odd, but then again Emil would be very offended if someone were to insult his culture, or call him Norwegian.

"Uh… sure…" Emil said, trying to get using the chopsticks to work but failing.

"Am I going to have to feed you?" Leon said, rolling his eyes.

"No… it's uh… fine…" Emil said, noticing the sudden change of mood and trying to use them.

"Okay…" Leon continued to eat, an uncomfortable silence growing between them.

"Can I… have a fork?" Emil asked finally, after over ten minutes of struggling and finally giving up.

"Yes." Leon stood up and fetched a knife and fork from a draw in the kitchen, ignoring the looks from Kiku and Yao who were not checking the dessert at all, but talking heatedly to each other.

Leon sat himself back down, passing the knife and fork to Emil, who gladly took them and started eating.

What struck Emil as odd was the fact that Leon seemed so relaxed all the time, like nothing bothered him, and like you could punch him in the face and he'd just tell you you were punching wrong, and that his nose was only a little broken. Yet, the second his culture was offended, it was how a regular person would react if you stole all their money while they were sleeping and killed your mother.

Priorities…

Yao and Kiku eventually came back in, at about the time Emil finished his main course, and so used the excuse of the fact that they needed to clear the table for dessert to disappear into the kitchen again; no doubt to gossip about what Emil was doing, and how it seemed to have an effect on Leon.

After the meal, Leon and Emil were excused and both of them retreated back into Leon's room. Flopping onto the bed, face first, Leon just lay there for a moment, before he rolled over "For future reference, Emil, Feng Shui is part of my religion, and stabbing food with chopsticks is disrespect to not only the chef, but also our ancestors."

Emil felt like someone had just stabbed him in the chest "Oh." was all he could say, quietly "I… didn't know… I'm really sorry…" Emil said, not knowing how to feel about this.

"It's fine…" Leon said, sitting up and holding his arms out "You didn't mean anything by it, and you look really sad… and I don't like it, come here."

Emil obliged and sat beside Leon, getting pulled into a hug "Sorry…" he said again, feeling like he could say it over a hundred times and it still wouldn't be enough.

"So long as you are." Leon said, leaning against him and laying half on top of him, in a hug.

After a few moments of staying there in silence Emil finally piped up "I didn't get you as a hugger…"

"Is that a problem?"

"No, I'm just saying…"

"Okay…"

The two of them stayed like that, and when Emil could hear quiet snores from Leon, he decided to let himself sleep as well.

And so concludes this next chapter! I hope you enjoyed it! Yes I will be updating my other fics when I have time, I just had a really creative bout and needed to write some HongIce.

Question time!

1. How did no-one notice Leon was gay until this point?

2. Will Yao ever forgive Emil for being so insulting?

3. Will Yong ever get a girlfriend?

4. What will they do, so they can actually report back in a meeting?

5. Will Mei end up kissing boys?

6. Will Kiku ever get over the fact that real life relationships happen outside of doujinshis, and one day he will have to partake in one?

Reviews are love! If you feel like answering my silly questions, go ahead! I will update faster if I get reviews… because I'll feel like I have people waiting on me… instead of people not caring… but yeah… It always makes my day whenever I get a review, and I will always respond when I can! Even if you just say 'cool story bro...'