c.2
Hello lovelies~ Time for a talk from the Ikitsumi! *shot*
I'm alternating my chapters between Eiríkur's point of views and Lukas'. Eventually they'll come back together in the end, just like the brothers they are. D'aww! *shot again*
Here's the chapter that sparked my initial interest in a certain pairing, hehe!
I don't own Hetalia or Nyotalia.
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"So glad that class is over now! Whoo, got my reply from Charlotte! I'm gonna head to the cafeteria then," Lundi told Eiríkur with a wild grin as they weaved their way into the lobby of one of the buildings. "You coming?"
"If I interrupt your 'date', you're going to get annoyed, I know." Eiríkur rolled his eyes, then looked around. "I'll be at the Pacific Cafe" he continued, pointing at some glass doors that displayed a cafe just opposite of the main cafeteria.
"Suit yourself! Drop me a line when you're ready to go," Lundi said, sending Eiríkur off with a wave.
"Sure, sure, Puffin," Eiríkur said before he got a mix of an embarrassed look and another of the boy's cheesy grins.
The cafe was warm when Eiríkur stepped into it, making the boy wonder just how people could live in this heat. He walked over to the meal ticket machines to wait in line, seeing a split between English and Japanese labels. Once he approached the machine in English, he scanned the labels carefully. Things such as fish sandwiches, cheeseburger sets, parfaits, and the like were listed.
"Lucky," Eiríkur chimed as he picked up his small meal ticket for a drink in the cafe, in a rather good mood now that he could get a drink.
Yep, his guilty pleasure with ice cream on top.
He walked to the front of the counter, looking at the various foods through the glass panes before he handed the slip of paper to the woman at the counter, standing to the side to let other people place their orders. Eiríkur gazed at the cozy area, trying to look for a place to sit. Luckily for him, most people had opted for the cafeteria. In this area were multiple circular tables set up, each with four chairs. On the other side, there was a carpeted area and a couch with a large HD television set showing the news. It struck him that he was probably the only one here alone, which would make him stand out more than he already did.
"Cola float" was the only cue Eiríkur needed to make his way to the counter, ready to pick up that delicious, cold, fizzy goodness and savor it-
"I didn't order a hot dog, did I...?" Eiríkur thought as he saw the food that he didn't recall paying for.
"Hey, dude, wrong order!"
Eiríkur glanced over in the direction of that voice.
A girl with short, wavy, dark golden hair held back by two red barrettes on either side was looking at him apprehensively through steel-blue eyes. One hand was on her hip while she drummed her fingers of the other hand on the counter.
"Ah, but isn't that mine there?" Eiríkur asked as he pointed to the tray next to her with a single item on it.
"Ah? Well, I'll be. I guess it is," the girl remarked casually, picking it up and taking the hot dog from Eiríkur's tray. "Hey you," she said suddenly, making Eiríkur turn around in surprise. "You're in that Intro to Biology class too, right? Your friend was makin' a ruckus while I was tryin' to take notes."
"You mean Lundi. He's always that way," Eiríkur sighed with a shrug. "Nothing I can do about it, I guess."
"Eh, I'll figure out somethin'. You...you're from Europe, right? You've got a Scandinavian accent," she inquired with a curious expression.
"Mm, I'm from Iceland," Eiríkur replied, noting that the way she spoke in her native accent was reminiscent of Berwald's.
The girl watched him closely, almost intimidatingly. "Wanna sit together?"
"Huh?"
"I wanna ask 'bout the volcanoes in Iceland for that report due at the end of the week," she answered, shooting a smile at him that greatly reminded him of one of his Danish friends.
"Alright," Eiríkur said somewhat hesitantly, not willing to turn down an offer to sit with someone to avoid standing out. This worked out in his favor, even if she had a rather headstrong personality. The two of them made their way to a table near the wall, setting down their trays before sitting down themselves.
"Ah, I'm famished after that class though! Chow time," the girl declared before she picked up her hot dog and finishing it pretty quickly. "These're kinda small compared to home..." She frowned before picking up her drink, reminding the Icelander of his own.
"American Coca-Cola is better," the two said in unison, a disappointed look on their faces at the taste. They both stared at each other before bursting out into laughter—so uncharacteristic of the withdrawn, 'mature' Eiríkur that people around them turned to look for a second before returning to what they were doing.
"Well, now ya know where I'm from! The name's Amelia Jones, nice to meetcha!" She held out her hand to Eiríkur, her wild blue gaze fixed on him.
"I'm Eiríkur Styrsson," he replied, shaking her hand. A few seconds of silence passed before he took a quick sip of his drink again, still not satisfied with how they must have used sweetener instead of sugar. It just ruined the taste.
"Anyways, uh, about that report..." Amelia finally said, reaching into her bag to pull out what looked like a pencil and a notebook.
"Since it's a group essay, would you like to write it together with Lundi and myself?" Eiríkur asked her. "We'll be working on it later tonight, just to get it out of the way."
"Ah, really? That'd be cool. I don't have anything big planned tonight," the American girl shrugged, pulling out her cellphone instead. "These ones have some sort of wireless feature to exchange information, that's what I heard."
"It's called infrared, I guess. Can you send me your e-mail?" Eiríkur asked her before the girl frowned.
"These Japanese phones're hard to use..." she muttered, puffing out her cheeks. "I'm usually on the hype about technology, but...come on, they don't even use SMS here!"
"Let me see," he requested, holding out his hand to her and taking the mobile device. He looked at the model of phone and gave it back to her. "Just hit the down button once to get to that bottom menu and scroll through those options. You want to send or receive first?"
"I'll receive," Amelia replied before the two of them heard a wolf whistle, turning around in surprise.
"Can it! This is for the essay that you probably don't know about," Eiríkur snapped as Lundi failed to stifle a laugh.
"Puffin, you really don't know when to quit, do you?" Charlotte asked with a sigh, looking at Lundi sternly.
Amelia blinked, looking at the Nordics. "These your pals? An' what kinda name is Puffin?" she asked Eiríkur, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
Eiríkur nodded in response to her first question, then continued. "This is Lundi Hauksson, also from Iceland, and Charlotte Valberg, who's half-Finnish and half-Swedish. They're otherwise known as Puffin and-"
Charlotte let out a huge cough that drowned out Eiríkur's voice at that point, a tinge of pink clearly visible on her face. "We all have nicknames for each other because we're childhood friends, like how Lundi is known as Puffin and Eiríkur here is Erik. The same goes for our other Nordic friends on this campus," she answered to Amelia's other question.
"Aw Charlotte, is that nickname embarrassing?" Lundi asked with a sly grin, throwing an arm around her shoulder.
The silver-haired girl huffed and pushed his arm aside without a second thought.