Author's Note: Hello, people! It's been a while, since school began, and I really needed to write fluff so I wrote fluff. Horray for fluff!The next thing I will possibly write will also be fluff, either Grepan or HongIce or family stuff related to the Asians and their anime addict thing or something like that. Or it could be NKBel. I have no idea what my crazy fingers will write. Since I myself caught a cold, I decided that I wasn't going to be the only being who suffered from this epidemic. Sorry, Yeon, but you just happened to be the person I was writing about. Okay, enjoy!
Wang Yao/China/30/CEO of Asia Corp
Kiku Honda/Japan/18/Student(High)
Wang Mei/Taiwan/17/Student(High)
Lee Ha Yeon/South Korea/17/Student(High)
Lee Ha Eung/North Korea/17/Student(High)
Wang Leon/Hong Kong/16/Student(High)
Alfred F. Jones/America/17/Student(High)
Matthew Jones/Canada/17/Student(High)
Gilbert Beilschmidt/Prussia/17/Student(High)
Yekaterina Bradinski/Ukraine/17/Student(High)
Elizaveta Heatherberry/Hungary/17/Student(High)
Natalia Bradinski/Belarus/17/Student(High)
Roderich Edelstein/Austria/17/Student(High)
Arthur Kirkland/England/24/Law School Student(Univ)
Francis Bonnefoy/France/23/Model
Shipping: Kimchiburger/One sided RuChi/HungaryxAustria
A fucking cold. Today out of all days. Yao popped the thermometer out of Ha Yeon's mouth. "Cold." The CEO dismissed it. "I am not sick!" Ha Yeon jumped up from her seat at the table, trying to prove that she was healthy. "Monday left me broken, tuesday, I was filled with hope and...Achoo!" A coughing fit cut off her song.
"Wednesday, my empty arms were open, thursday, waiting for love, waiting for love~ What?" Ha Eung, who had been silently singing along lifted his head from his cereal. "You haven't sung in a while." Yao spoke, a bit choked. "I bet it's a girl." Mei smiled at him. "Is it Bradinski? I heard her brother's evil."
Another series of coughing stopped the siblings from discussing Ha Eung's love life. "I don't think you can go to school today." "But I have to play with Alfred!" So immature. Yao face-palmed and sat his sister back in her chair. "You are having a rest today." "You're 노잼(no fun in Korean slang, pronounced nojam)!" Kiku watched as his sister was marched to her room by Yao. "What a baby." "I know." Leon stood from his chair.
Alfred stopped his car next to the sidewalk of the Wang Estate. Gods, how much he loved his car. It was a shiny, red Porsche. He honked his horn two times. That was funny. Yeon was always out there waiting for him. He honked his horn three more times. HONK! HONK! HOOOONK!
Movement from the house caught his eye, and Yao emerged, looking distressed. "She can't go to school. She has a cold." "A cold?" Alfred was in disbelief. Yao could be lying. "Yes, so stop honking your horn. She needs some sleep." It seemed too late as they could hear heels running down the stairs.
"Oppa, who the hell is honking that blasted horn?" First her voice, then Ha Yeon came bounding out onto the front door. She looked less like her bubbly, bouncy self. More like dreary, or moody. "Yao said you were sick." At this the Chinese CEO glared at him. "Whoops-my bad. Mr. Wang." "I am so not sick!" The Korean girl did a pirouette on the spot, then stumbled, coughing violently. Come to think of it, her voice was more raspy than it usually was.
"Maybe you should go to bed." "No! I want to go to school! I need to go to cheer practice! I have to gossip with Eliza and Yekaterina! And I have to study!" Yao and Alfred both sighed. "I'll fill you in about homework later, so stop hollering. You'll lose your voice at this rate, dude."
"I am not a-" Yao nodded at his words, and smiled at Yeon. "See? Even Alfred thinks you need to rest." "Yeah, you need to rest." Yao half-dragged his sister away, and turned. "Xie-xie." Alfred got the point. As he began to drive, Despacito blared from the speakers. Then See You Again. Then "Oppa's Gangnam Style!" The jock sighed. Too bad for Yeon that she missed her favorite song. Entering the classroom ten minutes later, he sat in his chair, absent-minded. Matthew put his bag next to Alfred's seat, a curious look on his face. "Yeon-" "Sick." Matthew looked glum as he felt, for some reason. Alfred gave his twin a glance. He looks like the world just ended. Why is he so unhappy? But then they were friends as well. "Hey, Al! Where's sweetheart?" Gilbert put an arm on his shoulder. "Sick." "Hey, girls, looks like there's no cheer practice today! Ha Yeon Lee's sick." Elizaveta sighed. "She possibly overworked." Yekaterina was teary already. "Oh, no. H..How horrible..." Natalia crossed her arms. "So what?" "So, you don't have to practice." The girls ignored Gilbert pointedly. "Why is she always ignoring me?" Gilbert whispered to Alfred, gazing at Elizaveta. "Because of him." Alfred thrusted his chin in the direction of Roderich. "I hate him." "Whatever." Alfred had more urgent matters to deal with, such as listening to class.
Ha Yeon was sitting on her bed, eating kimchi with ramen. She had been resting in bed for about five hours, and she was bored. She was watching reruns of Game of Thrones, tissues surrounding her. On the screen, Viserion, the dragon was flying around. Then, "I'm home!" It was Yao. "Yao?" Moments later, her oldest brother appeared at her door, holding a bunch of medicine. Yao glared at the TV screen. "You shouldn't watch violent stuff like this. It could disturb your chi." "Says the person who watched Old Boy when his parents were out." Yao sighed. "I shouldn't have told you about that." Her older brother handed her a packet of medicine. "Ew, do I have to eat this?" "Do you want to stay at home with a burning fever?" Ha Yeon stared at her oriental medicine along with her pills and syrup. "What if this doesn't go along well together?" She hated bitter stuff, and the cough syrup was disgusting. "It won't. It worked on Kiku." I hate my life. She took the syrup without complaint, making faces all the time. "This tastes like shit." "Who taught you the s-word?" Yao thought about his sister's politeness. "You said that over the phone, that Ivan Bradinski was a piece of shit." Yao made a mental note to make his calls outside the house. As he left the room, Ha Yeon returned to her TV. Yao heard screaming approximately five seconds later. "NOOOO!" "Yeon, what is it?" His sister was hysteric. "Viserion!" He made another mental note- no more Game of Thrones in this house.
It was six when Alfred arrived at the Wang Estate. "I brought Ha Yeon her notes and stuff." "Can you go and give it to her?" Yao looked pissed out for some reason. "What?" "I'm not in the mood to give it to her." Today seemed to be a rollercoaster day. Alfred made his way upstairs, and knocked on Yeon's door. "C...come in..." She was crying? Alfred made his way in, and noticed the sea of tissues. "What's wrong?" "Benjen...Benjen.." Alfred cursed his stupidity. It had been him who recommended the stupid show to Yeon, and now she was basically an addict, crying whenever a character died or met a gory fate. "People always die in that stupid show." He received a hit for that comment. "I didn't want Ben to die!" "Yeah, you love the Starks. Is it the loyalty thing from Korea?" "Of course." "Well, if you love loyal people, perhaps you'll give me a credit for my loyalty to you." He pulled out his notes from his bag while a startled Yeon watched.
"I cannot believe you didn't sleep in class for once." "Well, there are times when I pay attention in class, and I promised you." Yeon looked impressed, that is until she opened his notebook. "Al, I'm really sorry, but is this Au or Ag?" "Au." She frowned, flipping through the book. "Al, did you exclude something from World History?" "No, why?" Okay, he had nodded off for about twenty minutes. But seriously, she couldn't have found out."You started from the War of the Roses, and you didn't finish that piece of note-taking." "The teacher said it wasn't important!" Ha Yeon had tiny creasemarks on her forehead as she passed over World History, and looked at his Algebra notes. "Um, I think I'll ask Ha Eung about the rest of the notes." "Why?" He was just curious. "Well, you took Spanish while I took Chinese. And...never mind." She managed a laugh, which ended in a cough.
"Did you take your medicine?" "Yes." "Did you take your temperature?" "Yes." "Did you have a rest?" "Yes." "Did you-" "Excuse me, Officer Jones, is this an interrogation?" Ha Yeon couldn't help laughing. "No, I was just worried, that's all." "That's sweet of you." "I am, after all, your most loyal subject, your Highness." He took a mocking tone. "If you are impersonating Tyrion Lannister, you aren't doing a good job, my Lord." "Actually, it was Sir Jorah." Alfred smirked at her, and her heart caught on a beat. She smacked him on the back of the head, trying to clear her head. "What was that for?" "You. Back at the mall, the other day, you complimented Mei." "Jealous, sweetling?" "Shut up!" They were both laughing when Ha Eung opened the door. "Shut up! You're too loud!" "Yeah, whatever." Her twin whammed the door shut, but before leaving, he shouted. "The War of the Roses is in the World History Test!" There was a silence between the Korean and the American. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I slept during World History." Alfred was turning the color of red. "It doesn't matter, it's not like you didn't try." She patted Alfred on the shoulder, and the tall boy grinned. "Thanks for being so generous, Lady Lee." "Yes, I am in a generous mood, Sir Jones. Now go and tell my brother, Lord Wang that I desire dinner." Alfred stood, and muttered something under his breath. "I didn't hear you, Sir!" "The things I do for-" The door opened before the boy finished the sentence and Kiku walked in.
"Ha Yeon, dinner's ready." "Okay. Let's go downstairs." "What, me too?" Ha Yeon gave Al a look. He was so slow in things like this. Yao raised an eyebrow as he saw Alfred drawing out a chair, but didn't say anything. They ate dinner while Mei talked about her horrible teacher who made everyone write an essay on how great he was. "Well, he sounds weird." "That's for punishment." "The worst punishment anyone could dish out." "Perhaps I should make a punishment for you children." Yao mused. "What punishment?" "Everytime you use slang. I'll ask Ivan to take you in for a week." "No thanks." Ha Yeon spoke, and Kiku shuddered at the prospect. "Well, if you make that as punishment, Yeon would have to live there." Alfred commented, and earned a kick under the table. Yao smiled for once. "Good joke, kid. I bet Kirkland didn't teach you how to joke." "He didn't." Overall, the dinner worked out fine compared to the other times Alfred had eaten there. He grinned at his good luck.
After dinner, Alfred picked up his bag. "I believe I've overstayed my welcome." Yao liked politeness, so perhaps..."Well, boy, you're proving that children grow up." Yao looked pleased. Alfred silently thanked Francis for tipping him off the other day about Yao and politeness. "You're leaving so soon?" Ha Yeon looked disappointed. "Well, you need some rest, if you don't rest, you can't come to school tomorrow." Yao actually seemed impressed, nodding at him as he left for the kitchens.
Alfred was at the door, when Yeon ran up to him. "You forgot this." And with that soft lips touched his cheek. He could swear he was turning red. The girl stared up at him, eyes playful and soft. "What..." "You didn't like it, Sir?" Was she teasing him or something? Alfred didn't even have time to consider. "WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?" A very horrified Yao, who looked ready to faint, along with a furious Ha Eung, glaring at him. "Oh. My. God." Kiku was having a minor nosebleed on the spot. "Wow, never knew that was going to happen." Leon was grinning, doing a thumbs up. "Cheese!" Mei actually pulled out her cell phone-"No, Mei, don't-"-and snapped a picture of them. Ha Eung was the first person to regain his senses. "GET OUT, YOU BURGER ADDICT!" And so, Alfred was forced to flee from the household.
"I heard Al got banned from the Wang Estate for a whole month. How the hell did that happen?" Roderich asked Elizaveta as they were having lunch a few days later. "Here." Elizaveta passed him her cell phone. Roderich was speechless as he stared at the picture of the pretty Asian standing next to the flushed American, who actually looked a bit shy. "Is that lipgloss on his cheek?" "Don't they look adorable?" Elizaveta smiled. "Where's Al, by the way?" "Home. He's sick. Seems like lover boy caught the epidemic from his girl."
Meanwhile, there was chaos in the Kirkland Mansion. "And you don't know where he got it from?" "Of course! None of the boys had it. He can't suddenly acquire a cold." Arthur buried his head in his hands. Francis smiled knowingly. "I heard Mademoiselle Yeon had the flu." "Well, Yao didn't send Yeon to school from what I heard. And even if Al ate dinner there, he can't just get sick! It's not like they held hands or kissed!" "Can you stop talking? My head hurts." Alfred groaned from over his bed. "Are you all right? You got even redder!" Arthur looked shocked. "Ah, amour." Francis just chuckled.
South Korea's records of watching Game of Thrones is getting higher by each episode, and the author is a personal fan of the show!
Plus Koreans love loyal, ethical people, and it seemed to make sense that Yeon would like the loyal Starks.
Au is Aurum, that is gold, while Ag is silver. It's a science thing.