More Soda Tongue. :)

Thanks to Ayumi Kudou and Guest for the reviews! :D

Ayumi Kudou: I quite like RomaCan no matter what they are, really. Hetalia or Nyotalia :) SeyRus I can only like if they're both Nyotalia, sadly. ^_^' thank you, whenever I write, I think hard on the characterizations so I can make them believable. :D haha, yeah Macau always reminded me of Kyouya except he's more "motherly" than him. XD the Nyo!Macau = Nyo!Thailand reminds me of an incident where a bunch of butt-hurt Piri-chan fans were pissed off at a picture labelled Asia3 because they thought it was the Philippines, but Himaruya confirmed that it was of Vietnam. I don't bother if it's Pangaea or Antarctica.

Guest: Honestly, this was before I had 2P's as villains, so Alfred was somewhat like one, but he reforms, anyway. XD yeah, I love RomaCan! It's becoming one of my more favourite ships. :) SeyRuss I can only support if it's Nyotalia, sadly...^_^'

Piece Title: Soda Tongue [How They Got Their Name]
Chapter No.: 5
Rating: T (swearing)
Warning: Human AU, Nyotalia, 2Ptalia
Pairing/s: N/A
Chapter Summary: After the success of their first band practice and continue it for a little while, word spreads however that Yong Soo and his band are going to perform later in the Halloween Bash, which is labelled as one of the biggest events in the year besides the Christmas Pageant and Talent Quest as well. However, when Madeleine confides in Lovino for help and the two try to be helpful Samaritans to Leon, a lonely prodigy, things take a rather interesting turn into what the band's name should be.
Inspiration/s: Lemonade Mouth

At school the next day, Yong Soo, who was walking with Mitchell, was given strange looks by everyone. He began to feel a little weird at the stares, especially when two of the cheerleaders were laughing at his face, causing him to arch his eyebrow. "What's going on, hyeong?" he asked the Seychellois boy.

Mitchell shook his head and sighed as he was placing his Physics book back into his dolphin bag. "It's World Class Act," the Seychellois student explained to the new Korean student. "They're mad we get a part of their show."

Yong Soo however didn't seem to see the problem. "So?" he questioned, with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

"So?" Mitchell arched an eyebrow at the Korean boy. "They're the group that are on the pedestal of this school; the pride of Grand World High. Or simply put: the popular crowd in those cheap and cheesy American high school dramas and stories."

"What are we, then?"

"We're the underdogs; the persistent nobodies who want to be heard."

"Sweet, da ze!" Yong Soo grinned instead and chuckled when the Seychellois boy patted his shoulder reassuringly.

"Glad to see you taking it better than I thought, but don't worry, anyway. Just ignore them. After you," Mitchell motioned to the elevator to the basement, which opened.

Yong Soo smiled at him, but at that very moment, he realized something was off. He wasn't sure what was wrong at first, then realized that Mitchell had been walking with him alone the whole time. "Hey, wait a sec, where's Anya?" he inquired.

Mitchell sighed, "We went to WacRonald's last night for dinner, but her Big Wac didn't seem to agree with her stomach. I can't understand why; mine tasted just fine…but I guess it's just dumb luck…next time; I don't think we'll be eating at WacRonald's; we're still not so sure just what exactly is in the food."

"Yeah," Yong Soo's face was sympathetic. "Getting an upset stomach from WacRonald's…you're better off trying kimchi."

"I'm sure she's just fine, though," Mitchell beamed. "She texted me and said she was tired from puking, but okay. Plus, she's had worse sicknesses than just a simple stomach bug. She's survived diarrhoea, mumps and even chickenpox."

"Wow," Yong Soo's eyes were huge, reminding Mitchell of a deer caught in headlights. The Seychellois student patted the Korean's head, as the pair made their way to the detention room, which now provided as their practice room and a sort of headquarters for them. Mitchell and Yong Soo first obtained their respective 'Nyu Cream Soda' (Lime and Mango respectively) and entered.

Inside, Madeleine and Natalya were already waiting, also with 'Nyu Cream Soda', but they had different ones (Grape and Strawberry respectively). Lovino came in five minutes later and was guzzling down a Lemon 'Nyu Cream Soda'.

Mitchell chuckled, "I see we all have our own official, honorary badges."

"Yeah," Yong Soo nodded his head, licking his lips. He then got up and raised his bottle. "We're subterranean and we're awesome, da ze!"

He was met by a chorus of agreement as everyone raised their drinks in toast. They then drank at the same time as well as a flushing sound occurring over their heads; they all laughed and gagged in response to the sound.

Meanwhile, in a Chemistry lab, a certain albino Prussian was conducting a dangerous experiment with his bubble-headed Spanish partner. However, he gave a sneeze and so as a result, dropped the whole test tube of chemicals on the Bunsen burner.

Screams were heard from a distance

"Alright," Yong Soo clapped his hands and rubbed them together as he sat on the teacher's desk. "Now first order of business: we need a band name. For the flyers and stuff like that."

Everyone began to think of a name to use that could describe themselves for their band. Madeleine then spoke up, "How about…how about Soul Group?"

"Nah…" everyone shook their heads at that, and Madeleine nodded in agreement, a bit embarrassed; it did sound kind of lame.

"The Anarchist?" Natalya suggested.

"That's not so bad," Mitchell said.

"I don't know what that really means, though…" Yong Soo added sheepishly.

Mitchell explained with a smile, "An anarchist is just a fancy word to describe a rebel or a revolutionary."

"Anarchists are also nihilistic losers who have no life," Lovino added darkly.

"Anarchist!" Yong Soo motioned his arms out, hands open as he made a banner-like movement. "Da ze!"

Everyone shook their heads then, agreeing that the name may be too complicated for people to perceive. Madeleine then stood up, "I'm gonna go get another mango cream soda," she said, running to the door.

"Hold on, I've got a name, let me get it," Mitchell was taking out a folder with the picture of two whips in a coat-of-arms was. He shuffled through his notes and finally found it. "Aha! Here it is…Mitchell."

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" Lovino said, rolling his eyes.

Mitchell then spoke up with a laugh, "Come on! It's the whole one name shit, you know like…" he took a sip of his soda. "Like Bon Jovi."

"Or Cher," Yong Soo added, snickering at the joke.

"Back off the bash!" Madeleine's voice spoke up as she hurriedly ran back into the room.

"What kind of a band name is that?" questioned Lovino. "No offense, but that sounds like absolute shit."

"No, no," Madeleine shook her head, looking utterly terrified, causing her bandmates to pay closer attention. "This was taped onto the door." She rose up a sheet of paper that had the words, "BACK OFF THE BASH OR ELSE!" in red marker.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the piece of paper. Yong Soo scratched his head, Madeleine bit her bottom lip in worry, and Mitchell had an uneasy look on his face while Lovino grabbed the paper and scrunched it up.

"Those bitches cannot be fucking serious!"

In the cafeteria, Madeleine sat with her brother who was happily munching away at a hamburger. The younger blonde adjusted her glasses, "Al…you didn't call me back from last night…"

"Sorry, Maddie," Alfred chomped down, his mouth full of food. "I've just been distracted and well, Artie told me that you slept over at Francis' and he dropped you off, so what's the big deal?"

"You've been busy…really?" Madeleine asked, scowling slightly. "With what?"

"Band rehearsals, soccer and basketball practice," Alfred raised up three fingers and took a sip from his soda. "I mean, you know how it is, right, Maddie?"

Madeleine said nothing as she folded her arms on the table; she wanted to tell Alfred about being in Yong Soo's band again, but didn't want her older brother's temper to flare at her, either. Alfred didn't like Yong Soo much at all, thinking that the new Korean boy was cramping his 'style'.

"Well, I gotta go, see ya, Maddie!" Alfred grinned as he picked up his lunch and soda. "I'll call you later!"

"Sure you will," Madeleine grumbled in sarcasm as her brother left, however, Alfred didn't hear her. She sighed as she laid her head on her arms, feeling hopeless, everyone talking animatedly while she was alone and invisible. She was starting to feel the long bouts of loneliness finally eating at her insides…

"Hey, anyone sitting there?"

Madeleine almost fell off her seat and frantically looked up, surprised to see Lovino peering down at her with an arched eyebrow. The blonde straightened herself up, "O-Oh no! You can sit there, Lovino." She was shocked that the Italian had even noticed her.

Lovino gave a grunt and plopped himself across from the blonde Canadian girl. He took out his fork and a container filled with ravioli, and began eating, enjoying the silence hanging between them and glad that he was able to enjoy his food for once without interruption. After a while, Lovino noticed that his companion had a rather sad expression, making the Italian frown; that look reminded him of his little brother when he was worried over stupid things. Lovino didn't like that look. Also, girls shouldn't be upset, in his opinion.

"Something up? You look kinda down…"

"Um…i-it's nothing," Madeleine said, not wanting to bother the Italian. "I'm fine, really. Just go back to eating."

Lovino rolled his eyes, "Bullshit; now tell me what's with that sad face of yours…"

Madeleine really didn't want to bother Lovino, but she needed some advice on what to do with Alfred. The blonde surveyed the Italian in front of her, who was chomping on his ravioli with a scowl on his face. Madeleine came to the conclusion that although Lovino had a trucker's mouth and was as impulsive as her brother, his opinions were honest no matter how blunt they were, and Madeleine needed an honest opinion right now.

He was also quite good-looking, too…

"Is there something on my face?"

Madeleine shook her head, flushing at what had suddenly gotten over her. "Sorry!" she apologized, then leaned closer, "Um, it's just that…I kinda do have a problem…"

"Well, what is it?" Lovino asked as he stabbed at his ravioli and brought it to his mouth. "I'll listen…"

"Well, it's to do with Alfred…"

Lovino paused. He gave Madeleine a look, "Fine…what about that fucking moron?"

"Well, it's just that you and I know that he's part of World Class Act…and…"

"And-?"

"I went to his gig last night and he was really upset about Yong Soo starting our band and getting us to perform at the Halloween Bash."

Lovino coughed on his piece of ravioli and began punching at his gut. This worried Madeleine a lot, "L-Lovino! Are you alright?"

"F-fine! I'm fine, dammit…" Lovino spluttered. "You…you told him you were part of the band?" Lovino inquired, now feeling awkward. "What…what did he say?"

"Actually," Madeleine flushed. "He doesn't know I'm in Yong Soo's band. The only thing he knows is that it's Yong Soo's band and that's it…he doesn't know of anyone else in it but Yong Soo himself."

Lovino rolled his eyes as he took out his Nyu lemon cream soda and took a sip. "Your brother's a fucking moron and a baby," he said. "I see your problem, though; you're scared to tell him that you're in Yong Soo's band."

Madeleine looked down, feeling ashamed, "I told my cousin, Arthur though…"

Lovino almost choked on his drink. "Wait! You're cousins with that bushy-browed tea-sucker?"

Madeleine gave a nod, now fearing for Lovino's health if she spoke any further. The Italian scratched his head, and felt like smacking himself; how could he not have seen that before? "Damn…well, how'd he take it?"

"Arthur was quite accepting actually," Madeleine responded, still not believing that. "He told me that he'll talk to Alfred about it, but I don't know when; he's a senior and he's so busy with work and the band and…"

"I get it, I get it already," Lovino put his hands up and rubbed his temple. "Really, there's two solutions to this problem: one, you let your bushy-browed bastard cousin tell your fucked up brother that you're in the kimchi bastard's band. Or two, you do it yourself and tell your fucked up brother that you're in the kimchi bastard's band. Either way, that burger eating fatass is going to find out from someone somehow sooner or later. Think of it this way; is it gonna hurt him as fuck more if you say it or if your tea-sucking cousin says it?"

Madeleine remained silent, pondering about what Lovino had just told her. Minus all the vulgar language that the Italian had spouted, Lovino had a valid point: Alfred was going to eventually find out, and who would cause more pain in telling her brother that she was in Yong Soo's band; her or Arthur?

"So…?" Lovino was absentmindedly playing with his ravioli and tilted his head, curl bouncing slightly. "What are you gonna do about it, signorina?"

Madeleine reddened at being addressed as such, but knew that the Italian tended to address all females in that way. He was nice to women, she noticed, but rather rude and mean to men. "Um…w-well…" she was about to tell Lovino what she thought would be better when the Italian suddenly perked up and glared at a direction.

"Hold on…look over there…"

The shy blonde turned her head around to look what Lovino was looking at.

In the cafeteria, Leon was trying hard to ignore all of the snickers and weird looks that he was getting. He had attended this school for a year, and yet couldn't help but still not get used to feeling out of place there. He hurriedly made his way to one of the vending machines that distributed the 'Turbo Booster' energy drinks that he kept hearing the Principal talk about. He never tried it before, and he was curious as to what it tasted like.

Taking out a little panda purse, he took out the necessary number of coins and inserted them into the machine. Once the drink came tumbling out, he carefully took it out of the machine, only for a hand to grab it away from him.

"Thanks, my favourite," one of the cheerleaders grinned down at him through glossed lips.

Leon backed off; he never liked the cheerleaders as he saw how cruel they were to everyone else but their own kind and the jocks. He knew that they would look on him, thinking that he was a freak, but still at the same time, try and hide that behind plastic masks to use him, by using their dangerous feminine charms.

Wang Leon was a prodigy; he skipped middle school at the age of thirteen and went straight to high school. She was turning fifteen this year, and he wanted to survive for that.

"Hey, what're you doing around by yourself?" one of the jocks suddenly leaned against him and pressed his body close to his.

Leon felt an unpleasant shiver run down his spine, and backed off again. Inwardly, he was startled, but he didn't dare show it out on his face – if there was one thing he knew, it was to never show them you were afraid.

That would just make you easy prey.

However, it was so hard – especially because of that look that this taller, more muscular boy was giving him; his eyes were worse than that of Russian girl, Anya Braginskaya, in his opinion.

"Come on, kid! How's about you and I have a little party somewhere private?" Leon wasn't sure if the words were meant to be insults that were trying to stunt at his masculinity, or if the other boy actually meant that, but either way, the Asian boy was getting uncomfortable with that arm that was also wrapped around his waist.

"Really, Alex?" one of the cheerleaders (Leon never bothered to remember their names) pouted. "Before us?"

"I'll test him out for you ladies first," the jock gave a dark grin as he loomed over Leon and whispered in his ear. "Am I right?"

Leon finally found his voice again, shivering in disgust, "Get off…" he mumbled. "I have to go somewhere…"

"Where to, exactly?"

"Anywhere but here," even in the situation, Leon was still snarky. It was a force of habit though – especially since he grew up with a bunch of goofy siblings.

However, this just seemed to amuse the jock on him.

"Ha! So he's actually got a smart mouth on him; think you're tough shit, then?"

"Just leave me alone," Leon grumbled, having had enough. He began to go on his way, getting out of the jock's grip, but the guy grabbed his wrist.

"Where you going?" the jock laughed. "Come on! You're no fun!"

"Let go before I make you," Leon said, now getting irritated. He was trying to tug his wrist away from him, but he was amazed at how strong it was; just like iron. The Asian boy so badly wanted to kick this guy's ass and hopefully lay in a few punches here or there, but he knew that if that ever happened, then his father would most likely scream at him for it.

"What the hell's going on here?"

"Leave him alone!"

Leon opened his eyes and saw that two students were now confronting the two cheerleaders and the jock, who still had his grip on him. The Asian boy recognized both figures as two people he had seen before in the basketball stadium – the bespectacled girl with the maple syrup, and the Italian student with the curl who got into trouble and was punished unfairly.

"The hell do you two want? We were just playing around," the jock smirked.

Seeing how uncomfortable the boy looked made Madeleine's blood boil and Lovino to scowl. Neither knew if the jock was playing around or not, but it was obvious that the Asian boy looked creeped out even if he was. The poor thing looked genuinely uncomfortable and this should stop.

"Just leave him alone," Madeleine said, still gazing at the Asian boy. She remembered him when she watched Alfred's basketball practice and finally recognized him.

He was Leon Wang; he was smart enough to attend high school and even Madeleine's AP classes. He was a prodigy, but because he was so young and smart, it made him a bigger outcast than she was. The blonde would know; she always saw him sitting alone in every class, and people avoided him. However, despite that – he always continued on with his head held high, and with the same serious look and focus.

"What did you just say, Maddie?" the jock asked with a nasty grin. "I dare you to repeat that, sweet cheeks."

"Just…just leave him alone," Madeleine said, her soft voice becoming more firm. "You and I both know he doesn't want that."

The jock laughed and rolled his eyes. He suddenly advanced towards the blonde girl, who took a nervous step back, "Or, what? You gonna compensate for him, then?"

Madeleine then felt scared; she never liked confrontation: she was weaker and slower than Alfred. "U-Um…"

"Weren't you gonna make me?" laughed the jock. "So if you're not gonna make me, and he doesn't have the balls to take me, then who's gonna make me?"

"Me, that's fucking who."

All movement stopped and everyone turned to Lovino. He was glaring at the jock with a look that could kill. He stepped in between him and Madeleine, amber eyes alit.

"You?" the jock said, thoroughly amused. "Really?"

"Are you fucking retarded?" Lovino snapped, face extremely serious. Madeleine flinched at the curses while Leon's eyes widened a little, so the Italian decided to notch it down. "I'm not joking; I'll make you leave them both alone. The kid's uncomfortable, and don't you dare talk to Madeleine like that – she's a decent girl with principles who deserves better treatment!"

"Oh, really now?" with that, the jock released hold of Leon and chose to confront Lovino. He grabbed the Italian's arms, making Lovino suddenly rethink of what he had just said. Nonetheless, seeing Madeleine's face, Lovino glared full on at the jock who had a grip on him, mustering all his strength to give the bravest face he can while inside he was close to crying for help.

"You're gonna make me?"

"How many times do I have to repeat it, bastard?"

"You sure are a potty mouth, Lovino! Maybe a knock or two in it will cure you of that problem!"

"Let him go! Please leave us alone," Madeleine gently pulled Leon towards her.

The jock then chose that time to smirk at Madeleine then at Lovino. He gave a laugh, "Well who would have thought! Maddie loves Lovi~! And Lovi loves Maddie~! Or maybe…that's not the case – maybe you actually want Leon? Am I right? You were probably fucking him in the change rooms – wouldn't surprise me-"

Lovino's eyes bulged: this was the last straw. "FIGLIO DI PUTTANA! VAI A FARTI FOTTERE! CHIGIIIII!" he screamed and brought his fist at the boy's smug mouth.

The jock did not expect it whatsoever and found himself almost touching the ground, releasing hold of the Italian who ran over to Madeleine and Leon, the Asian string from at everything in slight shock.

Everyone around meanwhile carefully watched in anticipation.

"You'll fucking pay for that, you bastard!" the jock screamed as he rubbed at his bruised face and stormed up to the trio, enraged.

"Damn it, a bit of help?" Lovino glanced at the bespectacled blonde as everyone else watched now with interest.

Madeleine shook her head, "I'm sorry, Lovino, but I prefer peace, not fighting…"

Lovino cursed to himself, but his shirt was grabbed by the jock who was seething at him. The Italian flinched, "Chigi!"

The jock snarled, "I'll make this quick for you, Lovino, you bastard! Your face is so gonna be screwed up when I'm done with it, mate!"

"I have a better idea."

Just in time, Yong Soo arrived with a mango Nyu Cream Soda in hand. He tapped the taller male on the shoulder.

"What?" demanded the jock who released his hold of Lovino and turned to glare at the new Korean student.

Yong Soo held up a hand to insinuate for a pause. "Hold on a sec," he took a sip of his soda, the yellow gold contents sloshing in his mouth and his cheeks bulging.

The next thing he did caused quite a huge stir in the cafeteria.

With great force and accuracy, Im Yong Soo, the new boy, spat out his soda all over the jock who gave a loud yelp. The liquid shot like a bullet and landed straight in the larger boy's face.

Madeleine gaped at what Yong Soo had just done as was Leon while a number of people were laughing their butts off. Lovino himself was at first shocked, but began cracking up soon after.

The jock of course was furious. "You think this is funny?" he snarled as he grabbed Lovino by his shirt and lifted him up.

"Oh, you want some more of this?" Yong Soo sipped more of his soda and spat again, only this time, it landed at the back of the jock's head who released the Italian by then. He then turned to the cheerleaders and recognized one of them as the same girl who had laughed at his face in the assembly he caused a rally in. "Hey, you want one, too?" he sipped more, ready to spit, causing the girls to squeal and cry at him.

Lovino then quickly rushed forward after being release, and, before the jock could advance on Yong Soo, jumped onto the opponent's back, covering his eyes, causing the huge guy to shout, flail and call the Italian all sorts of names. Yong Soo himself was shocked at what the Italian boy was doing, but quickly side-stepped out of the way once the jock was flailing towards him with Lovino clinging onto his back for dear life.

Leon, who watched in amazement and shock at the whole scene before her, only realized at the split second, that Lovino and the jock were coming towards him. Yong Soo moved out of the way but the girl was for some reason motionless.

"Move, da ze!" Yong Soo shouted. "You'll get crushed!"

Leon didn't know why his body refused to move, but that was when grabbed him, and he found himself with his back on the floor.

"That was so close, are you okay?"

Leon glanced up to see two beautiful violet-blue pools looking down at him in concern. It was then that he realized that the Canadian girl, Madeleine, was right on top of him. He flushed slightly at how close their faces were and at their position.

Madeleine was slightly confused as to why the boy had such an expression at first, but then realized the position they were in. "O-oh!" she gasped and got up quickly. "I'm-I'm sorry." She offered him her hand and helped him up. He dusted herself off as Yong Soo then ran up to the jock and helped Lovino off.

Unfortunately, the jock grabbed poor Lovino by his hood and reared back his fist ready to punch him. Madeleine stepped forward about to do something to help the poor Italian until Yong Soo wrapped his arm around the jock's neck and began giving him a rough noogie much to the Canadian girl's bewilderment.

There were loud chants of names during the whole ordeal as Lovino, the jock and Yong Soo were all yelling, flailing and jostling around. By the time Mitchell arrived with a recently recovered Anya, Mr Morgan chose to arrive at the scene, too, the raucous finally capturing his attention. As soon as he was spotted, the jock released hold of Lovino, but Yong Soo didn't realise that the principal was there until it was too late.

"Mr Im, let go of Mr Kyles right now!" Mr Morgan told the Korean student sharply. Yong Soo obeyed rather hesitantly. As soon as he released, the jock was rubbing at his neck. "Now, what is going on here?" Mr Morgan demanded, going in circles around the group with his scooter.

"I was doing nothing, Mr Morgan, sir!" the jock lied quickly, putting up a hurt face. "And these guys chose to harass me!" he pointed at Lovino and Madeleine. "Soda tongue here!" he grabbed Yong Soo by his arm, who had now picked up his soda to finish it. "Even spat all over me!"

"BUGIARDO!" Lovino screamed as Madeleine and Leon were protesting as well. "You fucking liar! Chigi!"

"No, he's not!" one of the cheerleaders shouted as well as her friend in agreement.

Screams were erupting from both parties and it not only got Mitchell and Anya confused, but also curious as to what was going on.

"Mr Im and Mr Vargas, in my office right now!"

And that was how the band got their name.

There was a segment at the end that I was going to put on what happened to Natalya during the whole thing, but I didn't like it, so I deleted it. However, remember Alfred left a bit early? *w* Leon is actually a major supporting character as well - and he provides as the last piece to the love triangle I put up with Madeleine and Lovino. XD

Thoughts and opinions if you want. Have a nice day. :)

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