I would love it if someone got me Hetalia for Christmas. But don't worry, I'll settle for maple syrup. What should one infer from this statement? I like maple. Oh, and that I don't own Hetalia.

Emil

While Lukas spent his classes paying absolutely zero attention with absolutely zero reprimands, his brother wasn't so fortunate.

Emil was sixteen, and in Year 11 at his new school. In other words, this was the year he took some of the most important exams of his life. Not that he really cared about that. Like his brother, Emil was ridiculously intelligent- he didn't need to study. So, again like his brother, he didn't. However, his teachers thought differently.

"Mr Steilsson. Would you mind paying attention?" Yes, I would mind. Instead of speaking his thoughts, Emil just sighed and apologised to the tedious teacher.

"Sorry, Sir. It won't happen again," he said for the thousandth time. Thankfully, his teachers were too stupid to notice that he kept saying that to them.

Once the lesson had finished, he shoved his many folders into his bag and left the area as fast as he could, stumbling slightly under the weight. Just as he reached his destination (the cafeteria), his bag caught on something and he began to fall, eyes closed, bracing himself for the impact...

Wait. Shouldn't he have hit the ground by now?

Emil opened his eyes to see a bored expression staring back at him. "You should, like, be more careful, you know."

He straightened up and took his weight off the stranger's arm, blushing. "T-thanks, sorry..."

The other- a relatively short teenager, apparently of Asian descent, with straight, dark brown hair reaching his chin, honey coloured eyes and strangely thick eyebrows- gave a very slight smirk at his blush. "No problem. You can't, like, help falling at my feet, after all."

Emil choked in shock. "W-what?!"

"I know I'm irresistible, it's okay, it happens, like, all the time."

The Icelandic teenager huffed a little. "I did not fall at your feet. My bag got caught and I tripped. You just happened to be there."

"Of course. I'm Li Xiao, by the way. Or Leon. Call me Leon. I'm guessing you're, like, the new student- I've never seen you around before."

Recovering from the shock of being caught by another and then being teased by said complete stranger, Emil's expression returned to its usual blank state and offered the Asian his hand. "Emil Steilsson. Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise," Leon replied, shaking the hand and then picking up Emil's discarded bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "This is, like, really heavy. You should probably get rid of some of your books."

"How can I? It seems like every lesson I have I need a different textbook..."

Leon shook his head. "What, are you taking all advanced classes or something? No way do you need that many books."

Emil glanced at his watch to see that they didn't have much of their already short lunch break. "Can we talk while walking?" He saw that the other was still carrying his bag, and took it back with a nod of thanks as the two made their way into the cafeteria and claimed a table. "As a matter of fact, all my classes are supposed to be difficult..."

"What? Why? Why would you do that to yourself?!" Leon said with the most expression Emil had seen since they had met. (Not that he himself could say anything...)

"They're not hard. The most challenging thing is staying awake," Emil deadpanned, provoking a slight amused snort from Leon.

"Still, it's like, kind of ridiculous to take all advanced classes. What, are you a genius or something?!"

Emil blushed slightly, giving Leon his answer.

Leon smirked. "Not just a pretty face, then..."

"W-what?!" Emil spluttered.

Leon opened his mouth to repeat his statement with a faux-innocent smile, only to be cut off by the arrival of a tall shadow and dark aura.

"Привет, comrades!"

Emil shrank a little in his seat, getting a raised eyebrow from Leon.

"Hey, Ivan," the latter said casually, giving the former an amused look.

The tall Russian student smiled serenely (creepily, in Emil's opinion). "It's good to see you back, Leon. Did you have a wonderful time in Hong Kong?"

"Yeah, it was great. Brother says that you're a fat Western pig," Leon replied, ignoring Emil's bemused look.

The Russian giggled slightly. "Ah, how sweet. I miss my Yao-Yao..."

The brunette pulled a face. "Ugh, save it."

Ivan smirked, his violet eyes amused. He ruffled the Asian's hair, earning himself a dirty glare. "Well, it was nice talking, my little sunflowers, but I have a little панда to call~!"

The tall teenager skipped (yes, skipped) off to call Yao, whoever that was. Curiosity getting the better of him, Emil blinked his shock away and raised a questioning eyebrow at Leon.

"Oh, Yao is my brother, and Ivan's boyfriend."

Emil gave him another questioning look, entirely baffled as to what had happened to the creepy aura around Ivan once he started talking to Leon.

Understanding the blonde's unspoken question, Leon explained. "He's only really creepy around people he doesn't know particularly well. It's like his version of being nervous. And he does it sometimes just to get a reaction. He's a bit of a sadist."

Emil nodded silently, understanding. That was sort of sweet, actually. Behind the creepy, cold exterior, the Russian was just like a big teddy bear! Wait. What? Ah, well. There goes my sanity, clearly.

Just to back himself up, another completely insane thought came to the white-blonde teenager. For as Leon stood up to go and buy himself some lunch, Emil suddenly wondered what that sleek brown hair felt like when one ran their fingers through it. What kind of texture that creamy skin would have under his fingertips... What those gorgeous lips would feel like against his own.

What the fuck?!

.:.

As Emil was mentally freaking out- since when had he been gay, anyway? Since when had he been anything?!- Leon was completely at peace with his thoughts.

Why yes, I am telling you that Leon also was having less-than-platonic thoughts about his new classmate. (Cliched, I know, but that's what's happened. Deal with it.) He however, unlike Emil, had known for years that he was bisexual. Therefore was only slightly surprised when his mind started telling him just how beautiful the European looked with an adorable blush gracing his cheeks. It took him only a moment to realise his instincts were correct, as usual, and start fantasising about the blonde topless. After all, behind his cool exterior, Leon was only human. A teenaged, male, hormone ridden human, to be precise.

The problem was, Leon had no idea how to tell Emil he was crushing on him. He wasn't one to keep his feelings secret, but he had never really had a crush like this before... Usually, he knew the person for a while before he started dreaming about them in less-than-innocent ways.

As he went to buy some food, he decided exactly what he was going to do. After all, he was pretty gorgeous, wasn't he? (And so modest.) If he asked Emil out, he would either refuse him or... Not refuse him. Obviously, he was hoping for the latter, but if the former happened... He'd just have to keep trying. The thought that Emil might be straight never even crossed his mind; even if the white-blonde did swing that way, Leon could totally just make him love him.

Mind set, he returned to the table he now shared with Emil, the white-blonde now engrossed in his phone, nibbling on something Icelandic-looking. He's so cute! Leon squealed mentally.

Deep breath... And go! "Hey, Emil. Would you like to have dinner with me Saturday?"

Emil looked up, expression shocked. "W-what?!"

Leon repeated his question. Emil looked down, blushing and mumbled "...Is this a joke?"

"What? No!" Leon moved to sit next to the blonde, shaking his head and showing an uncharacteristically large amount of emotion, instead of his usual bored expression. "I mean it! Why would I joke about something like that?"

"Well, you've only known me about fifteen minutes..."

"So? The fact that I'm asking you out shows how we're made for each other, right?"

Emil huffed a little in disbelief. "So you are actually asking me out on a date? Genuinely?"

"Yes!"

The white-blonde shook his head a little out of shock. "This is so... Random... I... Suppose I can accept your offer, I guess..."

Leon beamed. "Yay! 'Cause, y'know, like, hasht-"

Emil cut him off by shoving his hand over the other's mouth before he could finish the infuriating phrase. "No. Do not say 'YOLO'. If you want to date me, you will not say that stupid phrase around me."

Leon nodded, wide-eyed behind the (unsurprisingly) gorgeously soft hand. Emil moved his arm to grab his bag and swing it over his shoulder, then turned to leave the table. "The bell's about to go. See you, Leon."

If they had been in a crappy, low-budget film, dry ice would have hissed around Emil as he departed, emphasising his mystical, mysterious air. If they were in an adorable anime, Leon would have had a nosebleed long ago from the cuteness of it all, and Emil would be looking at him blankly while a talking puffin flew around his head and would be wearing a bow around his neck. If they were in some weird fangirl's fanfiction, Emil would have tripped again on his way out, and the two would have ended up kissing passionately on the floor.

However, they were in real life. Therefore, Emil simply left about thirty seconds before the bell rang, leaving Leon nosebleed-less and excited about his date on Saturday.

On a table not far away and completely within earshot, a green-eyed blonde with a purple bow in her hair turned to a small teenager with light brown hair and turquoise eyes and said quietly, "Well, that escalated quickly..."

Raivis nodded and replied, "J-jā... It's kind of weird... I m-mean, it's nice, b-but... S-so fast!"

Lili nodded. "Ja, you're right. But it's not like we can talk, right?" She chuckled quietly, giving her boyfriend a quick, sweet kiss on the cheek. Said Latvian blushed slightly and pulled her into a hug.

"Right..." He breathed into her neck, which to him smelt of alpine roses. She stroked his cheek delicately and said into his hair (which, likewise, smelt like fresh daisies to the Liechtensteiner), "We should get going, we'll be late otherwise."

Raivis nodded, and took her bag for her, causing her to giggle slightly at his old-fashioned manners. The two left the cafeteria, leaving Leon to snap out of his ecstatic daze and run to his class, lest he be late again.

A/N

Buenos dias! This chapter is a few hours early because... I can't quite remember. Was it because Emily put away my folder for me earlier? I think it might have been. Or maybe it was because she stopped our other friends from tying my scarf over my eyes. Although, thinking about it, they did that anyway... Whatever. The point is, this is early because IAmApple did something nice for me, and this is how I'm thanking her.

I think that this will be the only chapter focusing only on Emil and Leon. Sorry, any HongIce shippers. I love it, too. And look, LatviaXLiechtenstein! Isn't it sweet? I don't think it'll be very important in this story, though. I just added the end bit because... Eh, why did I add it again? Meh.

Anyway. Here are the translations for this chapter:

Russian

Привет (preevyet): Hello

Панда (panda): Panda (I know, I know, I could've just said that he said 'panda', but the Russian alphabet is just so awesome!)

Latvian

Jā: Yes

German

Ja: Yes

As per usual, I apologise for any mistranslations.

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Hasta luego!