Author's Note: If you do not like fluff, or plot-twists, or dancing, or the pairings that I have written, I urge you to come back later in the next episode where there are no couplings or dancing.
Kiku Honda/Japan/18/Student
Ha Yeon Lee/South Korea/17/Student
Alfred F. Jones/America/17/Student
Vash Zwingli/Swiss/18/Student
Feliciano Vargas/North Italy/18/Student
Ludwig Beilschmidt/Germany/18/Student
Toris Laurinaitis/Lithuania/18/Student
Hercules Karpusi/Greece/18/Student
Lovino Vargas/South Italy/17/Student
Ha Eung Lee/North Korea/17/Student
Gilbert Beilschmidt/Prussia/17/Student
Yao Wang/China/30/CEO of Asia Corp
Leon Wang/Hong Kong/16/Student
Mei Wang/Taiwan/17/Student
Elizaveta Heatherberry/Hungary/17/Student
Matthew /Canada/17/Student
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo/17/Student
Natalia Bradinski/Belarus/17/Student
Roderich Edelstein/Austria/17/Student
His sister was shameless. Kiku knew that for quite the time, but she really was shameless. Rumors about her and Alfred spread like wildfire. A simple peck on the cheek had been changed to a deep kiss, and then to more intimacy, and then into R-18 nonsense. "Aren't you bothered by that?" "What, everybody saying that I'm a total flirt?" His sister tossed her hair carelessly. "It's not like I ever cared." Yes, she wasn't one about reputation. "Don't you care about reputation?" "No." What a great answer. Kiku had a problem, quite a serious one, unlike his sister. "I have a problem." "So?" "Never mind." He dismissed it. Ha Yeon Lee wasn't worthy enough to talk about this.
"So, what are we going to do?" Kiku's classmates had been gathered around the classroom, and Kiku, as a member of the student council and a representative of the class was forced to explain. "We need to pick someone." This was all about the upcoming festival. Their school had many festivals, and this festival was one of the biggest, excepting Christmas, Valentine's Day, and Halloween. Yes, it was the sports festival. Sixteen-year-olds, eighteen-year-olds were making team Red. The seventeen year-olds along with the nineteen-year-olds were team Blue. And the person they were going to pick in the third year-"We have to pick cute people for this." "How can we pick cute people? And three? They have got to be joking." It was the seventeen-year-olds versus eighteen-year-olds, in a dancing match. They had to put up two programs, one with the same song, and one with a different song. The same song happened to be something that seven year olds danced to.
"Simple. Let's just pick the three cutest people in our class!" Vash smiled, and handed out pieces of paper. And that was the reason of misery. He hadn't minded at all when Feliciano had been chosen as first. "Feli!" Ludwig had groaned. "What? Come on, join me! I love being acknowledged!" It turned out Ludwig didn't have to volunteer at all, as he was picked as second. God knew why, Ludwig grumbled, but at least he was together with Feliciano. And then-"Kiku Honda." "Excuse me?" Kiku glared at Vash. "You are chosen as third cutest. Congrats." "No, I refuse to believe this." "Well, you have to." Vash showed him the votes. It had been close, him only being one vote ahead of Toris. "Well, I'm not-" "You had better." "I can't wait, Kiku's going to be so cute!"
It was awful. He had a public image to uphold. He wasn't like Ha Yeon or Feliciano. He was the quiet, cool kid. He couldn't dance to something stupid like-his cell phone glowed. I heard that you got picked to dance Caramelldansen. Yes, he was going to dance Caramelldansen with his two friends. He, Kiku Honda. Dance. Making stupid movements in front of the entire school. And now his crush knew. He had hoped Hercules would find out later. I was unlucky. His reply was bitter. It was just then that the door opened. Ha Eung was there, his face was red, and he seemed very angry. "How dare they-I'm going to kill them-I'm going to launch a missile at them-" Ha Yeon shushed her twin brother, taking him upstairs. He could hear muffled whispers. Well, whatever Ha Eung's problem was, it couldn't be worse than his. I can't wait until the sports event day. What Hercules sent him was quite shocking, but it wasn't really helpful. The hot Greek had been picked to dance for the different song, the cool song. Why couldn't he be dancing for the cool thing?
"Hey, how's practice going?" "Practice?" He snarled the word over the phone, as Feliciano's voice chirped over the line. "I didn't even get to choose." "Too bad that you're cute, Kiku." Feliciano was laughing at him. "Anyway, I believe we can bash the seventeen-year-olds this year." "Why?" "I just found out who's dancing Caramelldansen in that class." "Who?" "Gilbert." Now Kiku was laughing. "The Awesome Gilbert dance to that song?" "Yes." He had a mental image of Gilbert pretending to be cute, dancing to that chirpy thing they called music. "Anyone else?" "I think Lovi's dancing, but he won't tell me." Of course, it made sense that Feliciano's younger brother might dance to that song. Even if he was cute, the boy wouldn't admit it, and the boy was grouchy. He was lucky that he was close to sweet Feliciano, not grumpy Lovino. "Great, maybe we won't have to practice." "Well, perhaps we have to." "Why?" "Your sister handed in the form for her class. Someone tipped me off that they saw her name on the sheet."
Kiku cursed as soon as he bid farewell to Feliciano. His sister was a good dancer, and if she was dancing it was bad, really bad news for his class. He would have to practice, even if he didn't want to. Public image could go to hell, now. He was going to win. He took his phone to his room, and turned on the YouTube video for Caramelldansen. He cringed, seeing the cute figures dancing to the electronic-sounding, most stupid song of his life.
Vi undrar ar ni redo att vara med, kom igen.
Put your arms up and you will see, come here.
Vem som helst kan vara med!
Anyone can join in!
Sa, ror pa erea fotter, oa-a-a, och vicka era hofter, o-la-la-la!
Yes, move your feet, and shake your butt!
Gor som vi, till denna melodi!
Do it like us, to the melody!
Dansa med oss, klappa era hander
Danse with us, clap your hands!
Gor som vi gor, ta nagra steg at vanster!
Do it like us, move your step left!
Lyssna och lar, missa inte chansen!
Listen and learn, don't miss the chance!
Nu ar vi har med, Caramelldansen!
We're in it together, the Caramel dance!
From downstairs, Yao sighed. "Ai-yah, what is wrong with these children?" He climbed upstairs to Kiku's room, and creaked the door open. Kiku was busy, dancing to electronic sounding music, following the cute figures, and singing like his life depended on it. "Nu ar vi har med, Caramelldansen!" Yao studied the calandar on Kiku's wall and left without a word. He should have reconsidered sending the kids to the school, but no. He remembered only too well how he himself was forced to dance to Summer Night from Grease. There was a week left until the sports day event. He wondered how he was supposed to live in the house with two kids in the red team, and three in the blue, and called his assistant. "Hello? Yes, this is Wang Yao. Can you arrange for a seminar for this week? No, it's urgent. It's no use after next week. What? You can't? Oh, yes. It's not necessary for next week. Yes, it's too bad it can't be arranged."
Kiku sat down on the dinner table. "I heard music from your room." Leon casually commented. "Yes, it's for the team." "Little brother, Sports Day isn't everything." "I know." Kiku sighed, picking at his food. "So Mei, who's dancing in your class?" Kiku's question was casual, but Mei avoided the talk cleverly. "Well, Kiku, I thought you would have found out already." "I can't believe I'm supposed to dance to some stupid song because they believe I'm cute." Kiku stabbed his dumpling, and Yao gave him a look. "Whatever. At least they picked you because they thought you were cute." Ha Eung's voice was unusually sharp. "It's not like you're dancing!" The Korean kicked him under the table, and Kiku kicked back. " Boys! You're behaving like children! Just because you dance to music for children doesn't mean you have to act like children. Go to your room!" "But-" Kiku protested, but Yao's look was firm. "I hate my life." Kiku stormed upstairs, unusual for him. From tomorrow, he wasn't practicing at home.
School was noisy the next day. "I heard Alfred's in Caramelldansen." Ludwig commented. They had been having a practice session during break. "How does their practice seem to work?" "Dunno, the cheerleaders are teaching them to dance, according to Gilbert. But, you know they're useless. Alfred's less flexible than a tree." Feliciano sighed. "So, Alfred, Gilbert, and Lovino are dancing for Caramelldansen. Anything else about the other dance?" "Dunno. They're pretty good at keeping their mouths shut." Ludwig gulped water from his jug, not caring that he was dripping with mixed sweat and water. "Why are we even talking? We should be practicing." Kiku stood up from his space on the floor. "Well, for someone so unenthusiastic, I never knew you cared." "I care about winning, not the dance." His friends smirked at each other. "What?" "Nothing. Just that you seem to like the song." "I do not!" It was just at that time that a phone rang. 'Dansa med oss, klappa era hander-' "And you don't admit?" Kiku kept a straight face, turning off his phone to silent mode.
Ha Yeon sighed from her place at the boys. "We are so doomed." She had returned from spying on the eighteen-year-olds. Kiku on the center, and the others flanking him. They were almost as good as the original. And here, they were stuttering over the beginning. "Why, oh, why, did I pick you guys?" "Because we were focusing more on the other dance." Alfred spoke, his face sweaty. "Guys, we have to win this year." Elizaveta sounded upset now. It was understandable, for they had been practicing for some while. "The awesome me can handle this stupid dance!" Gilbert spoke hotly. "And you're the worst." Matthew smiled from his seat. The real reason they had been picked was because no one would believe that these cool, macho boys were dancing the cute dance of Caramelldansen. She had guessed that the seniors had picked the cute ones of the class, and this had been their strategy.
"Guys, we need to pick three people for Caramelldansen!" "Well, count me out." Alfred had lazily turned away. "Not me." Gilbert had stood from his seat. "I'm out." Lovino had smirked. "Hey, I raised my hand first, I'm definitely leaving." As the kids had bickered, Ha Yeon had decided. "The three fastest people- you guys are dancing." "What?" "It's final." And how she regretted her choice. She didn't even have time to practice her own number, and they were real trouble. "Elizaveta, you give Gilbert a one-on-one lesson." "ME?" "Yes, you. He only listens to you." "Okay." Elizaveta half-dragged Gilbert off. "Al, Lovino, you're practicing with me." "What about-" "He's way better than you guys, and he's better than the seniors." Ha Yeon glared at them. "You go too easy on him." "Well, look at yourselves." Lovino muttered under his breath about Koreans and their brains made out of spaghetti.
Four days till the stupid sports day event, and for some reason, Yao could notice his brothers and sisters growing more and more agitated. Leon was understandable, the headmaster had asked the boy to look over the fireworks of that event, and Leon was honored because of that. Kiku was representing his entire year, and he had never danced to a cute song before in front of a lot of people. Ha Yeon was also representing her year, and from what he had overheard, her boys weren't exactly great dancers. Her partner had developed to acceptable, and the kids who danced Caramelldansen in her year were being yelled at for being one step late. What he couldn't understand was how frustrated his other brother was. Ha Eung was turning sour. It wasn't because of lack of attention. He was spending a lot of time with his sister, which was good, but then he was always in his room now. Mei was his confidante for some reason, and Mei wouldn't tell him what was wrong with their psycho brother. "Tell me, what's wrong with Ha Eung?" "Nothing's wrong with him, he's acting normally-considering the situation.""You need to tell me, why is he so troubled?" "He...He..." Mei was at the point of telling him, when Ha Yeon had barged in. "You promised not to tell anyone!" And so, Mei had left without telling him. Yao was getting worried at such secrecy from his siblings.
Three days to the D-day. Kiku looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing his outfit, a black suit with a red bow tie. Ludwig had decided on a white suit along with Feliciano, which left him standing out in black. "We look great." Feliciano smiled, and Ludwig ruffled the hair of the smaller boy. "Come on, let's snap a picture." And before he could pose or anything, his friends pulled out their phones, and took a picture of him. "Wait! I wasn't composed.." "Kiku, we don't have to be composed for every damn picture we take together." Ludwig had already posted a picture of him of Facebook by the time he had recomposed himself. Kiku, the main of our act. Beware, kids. We will bash you. And underneath, Hercules likes this picture. It gave him some strength, to see his crush liked his picture.
"Hey, they posted something together." Alfred remarked. "So?" "Shouldn't we..." "We don't need to reveal our stuff." The door of the classroom opened, and Gilbert returned with Elizaveta. "Hey, Yeon, he can finally dance to cute music without looking like a pervert." "Good. Let's try." The music of Caramelldansen blared on full volume. Alfred on the right, Gilbert on the left. Ha Yeon watched skeptically, with Elizaveta. Yes, she had been correct. They were actually moving flexibly for once. "Gor som vi gor, ta nagra steg at vanster!" Alfred sang, and Gilbert chimed in. "Lyssna och lar, missa inte chansen!" As the music ended, Ha Yeon clapped. "Good." "Where's Lovino?" "He needs to practice with me, but I sent him home early. He's better than you guys, and I actually believe we have a chance of winning."
Two days to the match. "Oppa, I need money." "For what?" "Makeup." "Just make sure it's not too expensive." Mei took Yao's credit card, and left with Ha Yeon. They returned about two hours later."Are you sure it won't look awkward?" "We live together, and we're carbon copies." "I don't think that wig was the right color-" "Well, we can always check." "What's that talk about wigs?" "Nothing!" Yao had a fleeting idea of what his sisters had been planning. Poor kid, no wonder-
The day of the match was exciting, the school buzzing with activity as parents and siblings piled into the stadium to watch the matches. Team Red won the soccer match, thanks to Ludwig's scoring. Team Blue won the match of basketball, as Alfred ran around here and there, putting the ball in the hoop like crazy. They made a tie in the marathon, and ice skating was taken by Blue without a doubt by Matthew. Swimming turned out to be Team Red's thing. And so the match droned on. At five p.m, there was only one match left, if they could call it a match. It would determine the results as the rest was a tie.
"We have the last match of the day, which will determine the winner. Please greet the first team with a warm round of applause!" Kiku ran up to the stage, flanked by Ludwig and Feliciano. All of them were wearing suits, and the girls shouted their names in the crowd. He could see Yao among the people, smiling. "Beat them, Luddy!" "Feli, get them!" "Kiku, show your sis who's boss!" The music they had listened about a thousand times blared on the stage, and Kiku sang enthusiastically into the microphone along with Feliciano while moving from left to right. Ludwig joined in later in the singing, and by the end, everyone was shouting the lyrics that none of them understood.
Kiku high-fived his friends as they left the stage. "Hi." It was Hercules. "Um, hi." His face was sweaty, his hands were sweaty, and Kiku looked at the ground. "You guys were awesome." Hercules' gaze was warm, and Kiku blushed. "Wish me luck. It's my turn now." "G...good luck." He took Hercules' hands in one of his own, and slipped his bow tie into it. "Um, it's not sweaty, and it has all of my luck in it. I hope you do a good job." Hercules smiled at him. "Arigato, Kiku." And with that, Hercules jumped onto the stage with Vash and Toris. Kiku went to sit with his classmates, and watched his friends perform Party Rock. As he saw Hercules wearing his tie, his heart seemed to soar. They would most surely win.
As the song ended, the place burst into applause. Mei looked worriedly at her classmates. "We're supposed to beat them?" "The awesome me would like to leave." "Well, even heros can't handle this." "Come on, people! We can do it!" Mei looked at the threesome that were supposed to go on stage. "You can do it." "I want to die. What my parents would say, I don't want to think about." "It's all right." "I'll try." Alfred looked at Ha Yeon, who handed him the equipment. "Come on, hero. Do it for my sake." He didn't say a word, only trudged off. Gilbert followed, leaving-"I am doing this for our year." "I know, brother."-Ha Eung. "Slaughter them, bro." Ha Eung left, and Mei with Yeon stared at the stage, where the threesome would appear.
"Let's greet our second team with a round of applause!" Kiku, Ludwig, and Feliciano gaped. "Where the hell is your brother?" Ludwig stared at the threesome on stage. There was Alfred F. Jones, holding pom-poms and wearing his basketball jersey. And Gilbert was also there, with his soccer uniform, also with the object that could only be identified as pom-poms. But there was no Lovino. The third person was a girl, who had long, red-brown hair. "Is that your sister?" "No, that girl's less curvy." The girl was quite pretty, but she seemed to be displeased with something. She was wearing a cheerleading uniform, with L.H.E. spelled on it. "Wait, is that your-" The song began, and the juniors started their dance. Alfred began the song, the girl joined in, and Gilbert added his voice, doing their infamous school cheer all the way. The crowd was going crazy. "No way." "I never knew I'd live to see Lee Ha Eung in a dress, wearing makeup." Somewhere among the crowd, he could guess Yao nisan was fainting. "Well, what was that about Lovino and my sister?" "I guess they just added that to throw us off." Now the song was over, and there was even the noise for encore.
"I guess we're beat." "No, we still have the different song." The stage darkened, and brightened again.
"Mamma mia, he's Italiano-" "Oh. My. God." Lovino had appeared on the stage, with Ha Yeon, who was singing. "His name is Tony, he's from Milano, he whispers softly in my ears in Italiano-" The crowd had got it, and they were starting to laugh. "No wonder..." Now the twosome was dancing some crazy Italian dance that was way too dfficult. "And you said Lovino was in, what? Caramelldansen?" Ludwig snorted, laughing. "I didn't know, I really didn't!" But Feliciano was smiling as he looked at his handsome younger brother. "Seriously, he had to trick me?" The song changed at some point-and Despacito started playing, while more people started to emerge. Now Alfred was dancing with Ha Yeon while Lovino had started dancing with Antonio. Ha Eung, who had changed, was dancing with Ivan's sister-the scary one, while Elizaveta was twirling with Roderich. Gilbert was dancing with Matthew, and now the crowd was on its feet. "Let's dance!" One by one, they had scattered. Ludwig was dancing with Feliciano, and Kiku wanted to give them privacy. "Take my hand!" It was Hercules. "But.." "Come on, you don't get to dance every day!" He took the offered hand, and sang along to the crazy, happy song with the rest. When the song stopped, there was a thunderous round of applause.
"I get it that the winner is unanimous." The headmaster smiled as he offered the trophy to the President of the Juniors, that is Alfred. "Yay! We won!" "Mansae!" Ha Yeon high-fived her brother. "The awesome me brought you the trophy!" Gilbert punched his fist in the air. "Yeah, whatever." Lovino muttered under his breath. "Um, Yeon, could you get your brother to wear that uniform one more time? I never got to snap enough pictures." Elizaveta smirked. "Be quiet." Ha Eung was turning red. "Congrats, little brother." Ludwig had joined them. "Hey, you were pretty great, Lovi!" Feliciano ruffled Lovino's hair. "Don't touch my hair." But the boy didn't seem to care. "Good idea. Who planned it?" Kiku smiled at the twins and Mei. "Yours truly. Your sister is one smart kid." Roderich shook his head. "Mei helped a lot." "Ai-yah, why are there so many people?" It was a very familiar voice. "Oppa!" Ha Yeon ran toward her older brother. "Congratulations, little sister. But did you really have to play dress up with your brother?" "Well, we thought he made a very pretty girl." Hercules remarked, while Ha Eung turned red from white. "I'll murder all of you-just you wait-" "-Yeah, and we know you love us." Mei smiled at her brother. "Group hug?" "Of course!" And that was how the Sports Day ended.
Well, I had the great fortune of listening to Caramelldansen. I don't own the song, but I can tell you that it's a drug. You get addicted, so beware. I was listening to the song for the entire time I wrote this. I also don't own Party Rock or Mamma Mia(He's Italiano) but I assure you they're great. You already know I don't own Despacito. I just wanted to write fluff that centered around Kiku, and after I watched a YouTube video of Yong Soo and Kiku Caramelldancing, I wanted to make my favorite characters,well-dance. I hope the twist about Lovino and Ha Eung was unexpected or fresh or something. The next thing I believe I'll write about will be about Yao. Because I love the guy. Thanks always for reading this. Plus I appreciate feedback.