Author's Note: I procrastinated again, but at least I got it in on time!
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Emil Steilsson ~ Iceland
Xiang "Leon" Kirkland-Wang ~ Hong Kong
Lily Zwingili ~ Liechtenstein
Vash Zwingili ~ Switzerland
Mei Wang ~ Taiwan
Kiku Honda ~ Japan
Im Yong Soo ~ South Korea
Hyung Soo ~ North Korea
Erik Steilsson ~ OC/Ancient Scandinavia
-Third Person-
Leon looked around, confused. He was older, maybe thirteen or fourteen years old, and he was wearing weird clothes. A tunic, dyed a burning scarlet, fit loosely on him, its sleeves reaching far past his wrists. His sand-colored pants were tighter than he was used to and a pair of brown boots sandals dressed his feet. When he thought about it, the clothes he was wearing at the moment weren't that different from the clothes he normally wore at home, but the scratchly material it was made of was definitely something he was not used to.
For some reason, he was sitting on a tall stool in front of an island counter, made of cherry wood. He was not alone, there were other people seated throughout the building, some sitting at tables with others, talking loudly, while others sat at the island counter with him, although they distanced themselves from everyone.
From behind the counter, a girl, who looked awfully similar to Lily from his new third grade class, walked up to him, a plate of food and a pint of some drink in her hands. She wasn't wearing a pink dress like she did in real life, though, and her hair wasn't in two long braids. Instead, this older version of Lily wore a long-sleeved, blue tunic with matching, loose pants. And her hair had been cut straight, ending at her shoulders. If it hadn't been for the ribbon in her hair, Leon swore he would have thought she was a boy.
"Here you go, sir," she said politely.
Unsure of what to do, Leon decided that he might as well eat the food presented to him. It was good, though he found it a little salty. He continued to eat his food, trying his best to ignore everyone else. It was hard, though, seeing how the place he was in seemed so strange. The people were all dressed so strangely, some of them even wore capes and big hats. A few of the men had swords or daggers strapped onto themselves or lying nearby, which frightened Leon a little bit. The building he was in was weird in itself, as well. Instead of light bulbs illuminating the place, candles at every table, hanging from the ceiling and placed on the wall lit the restaurant-like building. It seemed weird to Leon that the place would use candles when light bulbs were more efficient and last longer. Everything was wooden too, not a single thing was metal or plastic, except for a few glass items here and there.
Leon was drawn away from his thoughts when someone loudly entered the room. Everyone had gone quiet and everyone's eyes were on the person who had walked in, except for Lily's and the other boy behind the counter who resembled her. The person was around his stature, and a brown cloak shielded any notable features Leon could look for. All Leon could see was the pale skin of the person's lower face and lips pressed into a thin line of discontent.
The figure, who Leon was assuming was a guy, made his way towards the island counter. There were only two other stools at the counter, however, and both of which were right next to Leon. Leon visibly tensed when the person sat next to him, not saying a word, drawing the hood of the cloak farther down to hide his face even more so.
Lily walked over to the person, a kind, sympathetic smile on her face. "No luck today?" she asked. Everyone in the room seemed to have gone back to normal, acting as if nothing had happened, as if no one had walked in.
The mysterious person that had walked in shook his head, accepting the cup that Lily offered him. Lily's smile disappeared and she walked away, grabbing a tray piled high with plates of food and pitchers of drinks. For a while, Leon found himself staring at the stranger, questions running through his mind. His staring was eventually noticed, however, and the stranger eventually turned his head. A violent glare, filled with anger met Leon's eyes. It was quite obvious that this person did not want to be bothered, but Leon could not help but be even more distracted once he saw the stranger eyes.
Violet. The eyes were violet, a stunning, bright, beautiful violet that was all too familiar to Leon.
"Emil?" he whispered, almost too quiet to hear in the loud environment.
Nearly immediately, Leon found himself pinned against the table, a dagger pressed against his neck. The attention of everyone in the room was turned towards Leon and the stranger who had the same eyes as Emil. The boy behind the counter rushed towards them, an angry expression on his face.
"I thought I made it clear that there would be no fights here," he growled, ripping the person off of Leon.
At the same moment, the hood covering his face came flying back, revealing a mess of white hair perched on top of a pale-skinned head. All the features of Emil Steilsson, the mute boy that Leon lived across from, were exact, save for the fact that he looked older, slightly taller and skinnier. The glare that Emil had directed at Leon had intensified, becoming nearly deadly.
"He knows my name, I thought I made it clear that no one was to know my identity while I was in your village," Emil retorted. Leon had never heard Emil's voice before. This voice, heavily accented and quiet, sent shivers up Leon's spine, causing him to blush a little as well.
The man paused for a second, before turning over to Lily, and nodding his head. He grabbed Leon by the collar of his tunic, and dragged him, Emil following closely, behind the counter and through a door. The moment they entered the room, the man tossed Leon to the floor, before turning and locking the door. Leon managed to get back on his feet, but he was immediately met with two swords. They were sharp and glimmered in the low light of the room. He slowly raised his hands up, his eyes trailing towards Emil.
"State your name, and how you knew that Prince Emil was in this village," the man who resembled Lily interrogated.
'Prince?! Wait, what in the world is happening?' Leon began to internally question.
"I, like, have no idea what you are talking about, I don't know any princes, well, except for those in animes," Leon answered reluctantly, confused more than he ever was. He was telling the truth, though, he had never known any royalty, except for the ones in the animes that Mei and Kiku watched.
"Then how do you know my name?! Tell me, what do you hope to gain by telling my father of my whereabouts?" Emil questioned, his voice once again bringing a chill through Leon's bones.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but, like, your eyes are unique, I really like them," Leon admitted, although he mumbled the last part.
When Emil heard the compliment towards his eyes, he lowered his sword a little, his guard dropping. A blush was spread across this older Emil's face, erupting like a volcano. It was the way that Emil always seemed to blush. Leon thought about it for a bit, and he realized that this was his only chance to escape possible death. Sure it seemed nice that he could continue standing in the same room as this older Emil, who talked in that hypnotizing voice, but Leon was not an idiot. He knew when he was in danger, and he had never felt threatened more than this moment.
Leon stretched back his legs a little, before suddenly bursting forward, running past Emil and the other man. He crashed through the door, wincing as he ran past the splintered and broken wood. He ran past older Lily, past his unfinished food, and past the strange people. He continued to run, not caring that people were shouting at him nor that he had already ran into a forest. Behind him, he knew that Emil was chasing after him, and was slowly, but surely, getting closer and closer to Leon.
However, Emil was soon right next to him, and Leon found himself being tackled to the ground. What he didn't expect, was the consequence of the older Emil tackling him down. His lips crashed against Emil's.
Whether it be from shock or because the kiss was amazing, neither of the boys moved away. Their eyes were wide with astonishment, and Leon was mentally contemplating what to do. They were still in that position when the man who looked like Lily found them. From the corner of his eye, Leon could see the man step back, hesitating with whatever he had planned. Not long after the man arrived, however, Emil and Leon were torn apart.
When Leon stared at the older Emil, he couldn't help but notice how dazed he looked. Leon sat on the forest floor, still trying to comprehend what had happened. Soon, however, Emil was standing up again, and walking towards Leon, the bangs of his snow-white hair covering his violet eyes. Leon found himself being lifted off the ground and onto his feet. Before Leon could say anything, Emil had punched him in the face.
Leon's eyes snapped open, only to be met with those haunting, familiar violet eyes. Leon could feel butterfly touches of delicate fingers on his forehead. A scream suddenly fell out of Emil's mouth, and if Leon had not been surprised by Emil's screaming, he probably would have been screaming too.
'So it was a dream?' he thought to himself as he crawled towards Emil, who was hiding behind a giant pillow. Disregarding the fact that there were bandages around his head and tightly wound around his chest and that he was wearing clothes that were not his, Leon moved forward. He winced slightly when he felt a sharp pain in his back, but he continued to move towards Emil. It was not the older Emil in his dream, it was the real Emil. 'Like, what happened to me?' Leon pondered as he reached towards the pillow, moving it slightly away from Emil. On the other hand, Emil was finally calming down. He allowed his guest to move the pillow away from himself, and for a few moment, the two remained on the couch, staring at each other.
"Ooh, da-ze! They're awake!" a rambunctious voice announced, disrupting the comfortable silence that had settled over the two other boys. The living room was suddenly filled with many people.
"Thank goodness you boys are alright, I was so worried," Erik said, rushing over to his son and Leon. Emil tugged on the sleeve of his father's shirt, and Erik turned towards his son, "Is something wrong, Emil?"
Emil began rubbing his throat, trying desperately to tell his father of his predicament. Erik shook his head, however, unsure of what Emil was trying to tell him. He attempted guessing what Emil wanted to say, but all of his guesses were wrong.
"Honey," Leon said, interrupting Erik's guesses, "He was screaming earlier, I think his throat is sore. Yao usually gives us honey when our throats are sore. If not, then salt water usually works."
Emil's father nodded, walking to the kitchen to find some honey. As that occurred, Im Yong Soo, Hyung Soo, and Mei crowded around the two boys, asking many questions. Some of them were about their well-being and others, Im Yong Soo's questions to be exact, made no sense. Emil would attempt to answer the questions by shaking and nodding his head, but some of the questions required more explanations that he could not tell them without a paper and pen.
Author's Note: Tack så mycket for reading this chapter! Please review, it motivates me!
