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Classes went normally for the next few days. Snape behaved himself, mostly. Professor McGonagall was as strict as ever. Flitwick was still short, but Leon liked him. He was excitable and his instructions were easy to follow. History of Magic was as boring as ever, but they tried to pay attention. This was part of their history too.
One Friday evening, Dumbledore called the nations to his office, claiming that they had a visitor.
Emil really hoped that it wasn't any of their brothers, but when he saw who it was, he was momentarily confused.
This man looked, for all the world, exactly like Draco. His hair was longer and he was clearly much older, but still.
"Why, hello boys. I am Lucius Malfoy. I believe that you are acquainted with my son, Draco." The man hissed. He actually spoke normally, but he reminded Leon very strongly of a snake, so everything he said sounded slithery. Dumbledore smiled kindly at them.
"Leon, Emil, Mr. Malfoy has requested that he speak with you privately. I will be waiting in the hallway should any of you need me." He directed the last part at the youths, not wanting to anger their brothers again.
He left the room and the three were alone.
"I have heard that you have been threatening my son. Care to explain?" He sneered.
"No, we don't." Leon said.
"What?" He asked, seeming to have not heard them.
"We don't care to explain ourselves." Emil explained.
"So you apologize?" He asked.
"No, we do not. We meant what we said, and we do not apologize for things we mean." Emil clarified again.
"Do you want us to say that it was a childish tiff? To apologize vehemently, so you can go tell your son that his big bad daddy scared off the bullies? We're not going to. We aren't scared of you." Leon snarled, not using the word 'like' once.
"Do you know who I am?" Lucius hissed-for real this time.
"Do you know who we are?" Emil asked, cocking his head in genuine curiosity. Lucius sputtered indignantly. Leon grinned maniacally. "You don't, do you? That's okay, no one else here does either. But I think you've dealt with my brother before. Giant eyebrows? Green eyes? Kirkland? No? Oh well then. Well, if your Blondeness (shout-out to SlytherinSnake6886) is finished, we have free time to go waste." Leon concluded, lacing his fingers with Emil's and striding out of the office.
Lucius was stunned. Two adolescent boys had just humiliated him. And who was his brother? He had heard the name Kirkland before, and he had seen many people with green eyes, but giant eyebrows sounded uncommon. He had homework to do.
Back in the common room, Ron, Hermione, and Harry waited up for them.
"Well? What did Dumbledore want?" Ron asked franticly. Leon gave him an odd look. "He, like, didn't want anything. He took us to his office and, like, ditched us with Malfoy's dad. That man is, like, funny." Harry frowned in thought. "How is Malfoy's dad funny?"
Emil spoke up from his place on the common room couch. "He thinks he can scare us. My childhood was scarier than that lizard."
Leon laughed. "Yeah, but, like, your childhood was in the middle of the wilderness, in the middle of a war, with three full grown Vikings who didn't know the first thing about raising a child. You're lucky Tino came along, or you would have died." Leon pointed out. Harry was suddenly grateful that Petunia and Vernon at least knew how to raise a child. Hermione wasn't so sure.
"Are you two serious? Vikings didn't exist in Emil's childhood. And how can your brother own a piece of land as big as London, when I've never heard of him? And where did Yao's dragon come from? That was ridiculous! You two can't seriously think that we'll believe such outrageous stories if you don' even try to make them sound true! Human beings don't do that!" She ranted, huffing at the end.
Leon smiled, "You're right. We have been, like, lying to you. We're not human. Pay more attention, and you might, like, learn something." And he turned away, continuing the conversation he had been having with Emil when they walked in.
Hermione was red. Whether with rage or embarrassment, Ron did not know. Nor did he care. Hermione had just been proven wrong by the exchange students. Ron had thought that their story seemed a bit off, but Hermione had sounded outraged during her rant, like she had had experience with people lying profusely.
Hermione was furious the rest of the weekend, secluding herself in the library.
This was fine with the boys, they quite enjoyed doing whatever they wanted.
They played a mock game of Quidditch on the Quidditch field, Harry and Ron against Emil and Leon. It was going well, until something shot past them and careened towards the ground. They quickly landed and assessed the prone figure.
It had dark, short hair with an awkward curl that stuck up in the air. It's clothes were white and blue and somewhat baggy, but they looked comfortable. He, when they rolled it over it was clearly male, was also unconscious.
"Oh my god. Why is he, like, here? He's not supposed to be, like, here. Aniki must not have been watching him. Oh god. Emil, like, grab his arm. We're dumping him in the lake before he wakes up." Leon commanded, grabbing a limp arm of his elder brother, Im Yong Soo.
He groaned, and the young nations began to walk faster, Harry and Ron scrambling after them and asking useless questions.
"Da-ze~ Kaoru~" The figure mumbled, beginning to wake up. Leon dropped him, forcing Emil to do the same. "We can't make it. We'll have to, like, run." He began to panic. Emil grabbed both sides of his face and held him still until he looked him in the eyes. "You need to get it together. We can't run, he'll just be drawn to the castle. We have to get rid of him here." Emi reasoned. He tried to be soothing, but nothing about the situation he described was soothing.
Leon took a deep breath and nodded, standing up straight. "If he's gonna wake up, it's gonna be on, like, my terms." And he strode over to the semi conscious man.
He positioned himself in between the trio and his elder brother, blocking their view of him, and pulled on the odd curl. Im Yong Soo screamed and jumped into the air, freaking out. His face was red and his voice was unnaturally high as he yelled incoherent things about privacy and molesting at Leon.
"Are you, like, done now?" Leon asked. Im Yong Soo sniffed and nodded, quiet for once. "Good." Leon said, before round-house kicking his brother. Im Yong Soo blocked it, but they began to fight. Harry couldn't follow what was happening, so he turned to Ron, who couldn't either. As far as he could tell, Emil didn't care what was happening. But he always looked like that.
"Why are they fighting? How do they know each other? What kind of moves are those?" Ron asked, bewildered.
Emil answered, "They are brothers. Im Yong Soo is the loudest of Leon's family, and if his full attention is not occupied, he is an absolute nightmare to deal with. They were raised by martial arts masters of various styles, and eventually, they mastered them." Emil responded, petting Mr. Puffin who had landed on his arm from out of nowhere.
Both first years were still confused, but the encounter made more sense now. "How is Leon going to get rid of him?" Harry asked, remembering that Leon didn't want his elder brother here. "Watch." Emil commanded.
"Kaoru~ Why are you fighting me? Did you know that fighting originated in Korea?" He cooed, dodging and retaliating continuously. Leon smirked, "Because if I, like, win, you have to go get my fireworks and ship them to me."
Im Yong Soo's eyes widened in both terror and excitement. Kaoru never let any of them touch his fireworks, and shipping them had to me fun. "Deal, da-ze!" and they began to fight again.
Im Yong Soo was no longer interested in winning, but he couldn't make it look like he was forfeiting. Leon wouldn't accept a win if he thought that Im Yong Soo had let him. So he had to make it look like he was tiring. He let himself get punched a few times, let his punches miss, stumbled a bit, until Kaoru pinned him.
Leon knew that Im Yong Soo had thrown the fight. He knew he would. He still won though, because he had used words to convince his opponent to lose. Yao would be proud.
"Now, like, go home and find all of my fireworks. There should be 469, like, okay? And then ship them to me." Leon commanded, lifting his foot off of his brother's chest.
He turned away and heard the sound of his broom flying off into the distance, miraculously un-destroyed in the fall.
"469?! How many do you have?!" Ron hollered, absolutely stunned. Leon smiled, "There's only 468. He'll be looking for a nonexistent firework for at least a month."
Emil grinned at his boyfriend (they had worked it out a few nights ago), but turned when Harry asked a question.
"What did he call you? Cowl-ru?" Leon scowled at the marring of his name. "Kaoru is the name I was given, like, when I lived in China. My brother Arthur didn't like it, so, like, he changed my name to Leon."
"Can he do that? Just change the name you were given because he didn't like it? Is that legal?" Ron asked.
"Probably not, but Arthur could probably make, like, most of the government do whatever he wanted." Leon began to sound a little spiteful, so Emil grabbed his hand. "I think I prefer Kaoru." He whispered, his mouth brushing Leon's ear. The asian country shuddered and checked his boyfriend's hip with his own. "Of course you, like, would."
Back with Lucius,
"Oh dear god. What have I done? What has Draco done?" The blonde menace fretted. He had done some digging, and found Arthur Kirkland. The person secretly controlling both the muggle and wizard governments.
