Author's note: Mentions of sexual behavior, some slang included. Couples include FrUk, Kimchiburger.

Names, ages, jobs of countries

Alfred F. Jones/17/America/Student

Arthur Kirkland/30/England/Lawyer

Matthew W. Jones/17/Canada/Student

Ha-Yeon Lee/17/South Korea/Student

Yao Wang/30/China/CEO of Asia Corp.

Francis Bonnefoy/30/France/Model

Alfred F. Jones was bored.

His cousin Arthur was an eyesore, practically making out on the couch with his boyfriend.

His twin Matthew was doing his homework like the goody-two-shoes he was.

He stared into his mirror while eating his Big Mac. 'Hi, Alfred. You're even good looking today.' There was a beeping sound from his iPhone. As he checked, he groaned.

Sorry. Can't go to Francis's party. Oppa wants me to study.

-Yeon-

He knew what Ha Yeon's older brother, the great CEO Wang Yao thought of him. Yao probably hated him. He had seen the disgusted look on the man's face whenever he delivered a swaying, too-high Yeon back home. Sure, the dude was polite, but he disliked Alfred.

Don't get too mad. He's worried, and exams are coming up.

-Yeon-

She was seriously siding for her boring dictator of a brother? Wow.

Exams are a month away, kid.

He typed back. The answer was quick.

Not my idea. All of us are grounded, and U aren't supposed to come.

If he had disliked Yao, he now loathed the guy.

What is he, some dictator?

He could imagine Yao's horrified face if he saw this.

Guess so, but I love the guy.

Alfred didn't like the idea of his best friend being stuck in a stupid house. He disliked thinking about her doing nothing but studying. He hated the idea of her loving Yao, even if it was sisterly.

I, as the hero, am going to rescue you.

Her reply was a bit late.

Whatever.

He went into Matthew's room. Matthew was obediently doing his work, and he stared up at Alfred. They were different, Matthew shy, quiet, studying while he was raucous, outgoing, and a jock. "Hey, Matt, can you call Yao?" "What for?" Matthew was in good terms with the oldest member of the Asian family. It was because of the fact that he was a diligent student, and also because he was polite. "Can you ask the guy if Yeon can come over and study with you?" Matt's mouth fell open. "M..Me? Invite Ha Yeon?" "Yes, you. Mr. Goody Two Shoes. Yao won't let her come if not for you. Now, please be a hero and call him, so that Yeon can come over."

Matthew gulped. "What is it? Dude, you're acting strange." "Um, okay." Matthew pressed Yao's number and waited while Chinese music blared.

"Ni hao?"

"Hi, Mr. Wang! It's...Um...Me, Matthew!" Yao chuckled, something he never did to Alfred. "Ah, Matthew. What is it? Career advice?" "Um...Could I invite Ha Yeon to study with me?" "Yeon?" Yao sounded puzzled. "Yes! Uh..Exams are a month up and since she's my friend and since we're partners for biology...I thought about it."

'Good work, Matt.' Alfred smiled as he heard Matthew making up the perfect excuse. Now would Yao believe him? "Well, my sister is grounded..." Yao spoke thoughtfully. "But she could come to your house. As much as I dislike the British idiot, and as much as I'm not fond of your brother, Yeon needs to study." Somewhere from the background, he could hear Ha Yeon yelling, "I do not need to study! Seriously!" Yao yelled something in Korean and it was instantly quiet. "Okay, I'll send Ha Yeon over." "Yessss!" Alfred punched his fist in the air. "Matthew?" Yao sounded suspicious. "Um..That was the TV." "Not Alfred?" "Yes." His brother glared at him. "Good. He's not a good influence for my sister." Alfred was feeling murderous. "Anyway, she'll come after ten minutes. Bye." "Good day, sir." Yao cut off.

"Sir?" Alfred shook his head. "Bro. What's with the sirs?" "It helps." Matthew smiled at him. "Well, you had better go downstairs." "Why?" "Do you want Yeon to see our cousin making out on the couch?" Alfred left, feeling the need to unglue his cousin and his boyfriend. Sure enough, there they were. Steamy. "Oh, mon dieu!" Francis Bonnefoy was too engrossed with Arthur to notice Alfred coming at him.

Thwack. "What the hell was that?" Arthur Kirkland, his cousin and very popular lawyer, glared at him. "If you're thinking about making out, go to Francis's house." Alfred smirked. "Well, pourquoi?" Francis Bonnefoy, smiled lazily up at him. "Yeon's coming over." "Pourquoi?" "Because she's studying with Matt." Arthur fell off Francis at the mention of that. "Liar." "She is, so move it." Arthur scoffed as he stood. "As if." Francis laughed. "Well, mon ami, Mademoiselle Ha Yeon didn't seem like a scholar." "Whatever." Alfred was busy moving around the living room, cleaning moldy socks, underwear, law books, everything he got his hands on.

The bell rang, and Alfred cursed. There were still books littered on the floor, and Arthur had still not moved. Francis had stood up, but he was not wearing a shirt. "Wear. Your. Bloody. Shirt." Alfred snapped as Matthew ran to get the door.

"Hey, Matt. Oppa said something about studying." Ha Yeon stood at the door, smiling and carrying her bag in one hand, food in the other. "Fooood!" Alfred cursed as Francis, still shirtless ran to the food. "Hi, Monsieur Bonnefoy!" His best friend smiled, pretending not to notice at all that the model was naked. "So she is here to study." Arthur nodded at her. "What else would I be doing?" "You could be bailing with Jones, my dear cousin."

Matthew gave Alfred a look. "What?" "You ordered me to call her." "Oh." Ha Yeon glared at him. "Ya." She did not look happy. "Uh, making Matthew call you was the best excuse to get you out of the house?" "And whae?" The last time she had been mixing Korean with English, she had taekwondoed Honda Kiku, her older brother down the school hall-leaving his nose bleeding. "To..To play computer games!" She looked disgusted. "And how am I supposed to explain to oppa that I didn't study for examinations at all because you made Matt call me to study-for what? Video games?"

"You could always finish faster." She sighed. "Aigo, I don't understand why I'm still hanging out with you, idiot." Francis chortled. "Ah, amour." "Shut up, frog." Arthur ellbowed his boyfriend. "And kid, what's with the food?" "Oppa thought it would be polite." Now she had a smile on her face. "Well, thank your frère for moi! I cannot put up with this man's food-or whatever soot that he calls food." Francis laughed out loud, taking the food bag from her as Ha Yeon entered the house. "My food is tasty enough, you ungrateful git!" Arthur barked at him. "Colorful language. I can see why oppa was worried about Leon's well being." Ha Yeon gently put down her bulging backpack, and opened it, revealing textbooks,notepaper, and a pencilcase. "You aren't going to study, are you?" She did not answer him. "Hey, Matt, bring your Algebra. I need to ask you something." Alfred gave his twin his best killer stare. He was ignored, point blank. His own plan had backfired.

Alfred lay on the couch. 9:30pm. Fucking 9:30pm! The people in the living room were still studying. What were they, some sort of scholars? He glared at Matthew's back. So far, he had tried to engage the Korean in speech, only to be hit by an eraser, kicked by a foot, slapped by a hand, and so on. He was lonely. He had not expected this peace and quiet. "How much longer?" There was no answer. Fuck them. He stood, staring at the girl and the boy, feeling misery. "Hello, people! Annyeong! How much longer?" Still no answer. He stormed upstairs, only to bump into his cousin.

"What?" Arthur smirked. "Laddie, if you want the girl to notice you, you could study with her." "That's nonsense!" Alfred glared at the law school student. " Yao thinks highly of people who study. How different can his sister be?" Arthur reasoned with his cousin. For God's sake, the boy was thick. He had believed the kid was smart-well, he seemed to be pretty dumb now. Alfred hit the wall in frustration. "But I don't want to study!" "We must all make our sacrifices when it comes to love." "Shu..Shut up! I don't like like her!" Alfred snapped, but he picked up the English book that he had abandoned the previous day, heading downstairs. "Oh, petit Alfred has a crush on Coréenne!" Francis appeared next to Arthur, sighing. "Do you think she knows?" "I doubt it. Your frère is in...in...the ami zone, possibly." Francis kissed his boyfriend on the cheek, then stared at the floor. "Arthur, mon amour, where is the livre I left on the floor?" "That? Alfred took the blasted book downstairs to study, that is to woo the girl." Arthur shrugged, only to see the horrified expression on Francis's face. "We must take the livre back, now!" "Why?" "Parce que there is something personal of mine in there! I..I thought it was yours!" Arthur looked at his lover. "What in the name of god did you put there?" "Um.." There was a scream from downstairs.

"Ya, you...you...byuntai! Go away!" Then a loud noise, a grunt, and Alfred ran towards the staircase. He was clutching his English book, as another book flew into the air. It was red covered, and there was a picture of two people, doing something inappropriate. "Yeon, Yeon! Come on, that's not mine!" His cousin looked horrified. "Then whose rubbish is that?" Ha Yeon's face was turning into a shade of fine red, as Matthew strained to stop her from killing his brother. "Um, ma cherie, it belongs to moi." There was an uncomfortable silence, filled with French laughter. "Honhonhon..."

It was 10 when Ha Yeon stood to leave. Alfred came from his room upstairs, "I'll walk you home." "No need." She brushed him aside. "Well, it's unsafe." He ignored her, opening the door. As they left, the door slammed. "I believe it's safer to leave. Alfred's not in a good mood." Matthew started to pack a small bag. "That bloody frog..." Arthur grabbed his car keys. "Frog! We're going to your house." "Why?" "Do you want Alfred to come back and disfigure your pretty face for making Ha Yeon throw a book at him?" "Of course not!" And they were gone, leaving poor Matthew alone. "Why am I always stuck here?" No one answered him.

"Look, I told you that that book wasn't mine!" Ha Yeon just ignored him. "Hey, what's wrong with you?" "What?" "You ignore me for the entire evening. You didn't even talk to me, or play computer games with me. Did I do something?" He had put up with her behavior the whole afternoon. He wanted an explanation, as nobody crossed the hero. She didn't say anything, just lowered her head. Soon, he could hear muffled noises. "Look, I..I'm sorry..Don't cry!" Was she crying? He didn't want his bestie to cry! Was that...laughing? Ha Yeon was laughing, throwing back her head. "Ha ha ha, th...that was super funny! I mean, y..your reaction..." "What? What about my reaction, scholar?" He couldn't understand her at all. "Well, one of Kiku's books said that ignoring people could bring out their true selves or something. And I was curious about how..." "How I would react." His head was clear now. "So, all of this was a joke." He did not know what to feel. "No, no no!" She looked upset now. "I..I didn't mean to make you angry! I was just curious, and.." "And?" "And..." She seemed embarrassed. "It turned out you cared a lot about me?" "Of course, idiot." He couldn't help but feel a little resentful. How could she make fun of him? "I'm really sorry!" "I accept your apology about your shitty behavior, badass." She squealed with indignation, "I am not a badass, you jerk!" Their disasterous evening seemed to be forgotten as the duo walked towards the Asian estate. The door opened, and Yao glared at him. "What are you doing here?" "It's late, so I walked her home." Yao nodded, and turned to his sister. "You're still not allowed to go to the Bonnefoy party." "I know!" Ha Yeon waved at him as her brother closed the door, and as the door closed, mouthed idiot. Alfred sighed. He was an idiot, for letting that badass steal his stupid heart.

A lot of fun! Poor Alfred...though...Their relationship is well, 'fighting tooth and nail with words', and he always crumbles. Poor guy!

mon dieu-'my god' in French

pourquoi-'why' in French

mademoiselle-'miss' in French

monsieur-'mister' in French

oppa-'older brother' in Korean

aigo-'a sign of resignation' in Korean

ya-'you' in Korean

whae-'why' in Korean

taekwondo-Korean traditional martial arts

amour-'love' in French

frère-'brother' in French

moi-'me' in French

annyeong-'hello' in Korean

ami-'friend' in French

livre-'book' in French

parce que-'because' in French