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[Music Recommendation/s:
- Amazing Kiss by BoA
- Angels With Dirty Face by Sugababes
- Rolling Girl by SquaDus]


"Now, you are all here to be composers, correct? Because you want your work to be published, or be known, is that right?"

It was already the first lesson, but Mrs Kirkland was already jumping straight into the subject of musical terminology: particularly that of sheet music. Though Madeleine was starting to feel extremely nervous, it was more from how sharply her teacher was talking rather than the subject itself. Of course, it probably didn't help that Emil was starting to tense himself – he appeared highly taken aback whenever their redheaded teacher, who introduced herself as Mrs Kirkland, had sharply interjected about various musical terminologies. Of course, Madeleine herself was already accustomed to such – she had played the piano from a young age, and it was part of what helped her write music.

Emil on the other hand…

"Can you play an instrument?" Madeleine whispered to him; making her voice extra low so that Mrs Kirkland wouldn't catch them. The ginger-haired woman had already snapped at a couple of students who were giggling and loitering around; she actually scared them.

Emil almost jumped out from his seat, but whispered back upon realizing who had spoken to him, "Y-yeah, I can. I play guitar." He sighed, "But…this is really confusing the hell out of me…"

"It's a lot to wrap your heard around at first," agreed the Canadian girl. "But once you remember it all, it sticks by you."

"How about you?" questioned Emil quietly. "What can you play?"

"The piano," responded Madeleine. "I know – typical and boring."

"It's not," the silver-haired youth shook his head. "I think it's nice."

As Mrs Kirkland continued spouting more musical terms and pointed at the blackboard with some scratchy drawings, Madeleine looked carefully around the room and noticed the lack of a blonde with a white beret. 'Hmm…so I guess Tino doesn't share this class with me,' she thought to herself, a bit disappointed. He seemed like a nice and friendly guy – Madeleine certainly was keen on sharing classes with him. 'I wonder how Quan and Antonio are?' she wondered to herself as she began doodling in her notebook since she already knew about music terminology.

Though she didn't reveal it as much as her love for music, Madeleine actually liked to draw – it was a little hobby of hers that she enjoyed. Even back in her old school, she would join the art classes and any art club there was. The Canadian girl adjusted her glasses by pushing them up the bridge of her nose, as the tip of her ballpoint pen scratched at the paper's surface; forming a round shape and cross-shaped guidelines that formed a head.

She wasn't really sure who or what she was drawing; however the head became more formed and soon, it had eyes and a nose. The eyes were sharp, and somewhat slanted with dark, prominent lashes, while the nose was somewhat flat against the face. The lips were starting to form into a thin pair with a slight shine, and the cheekbones were also becoming more prominent.

"That's amazing," breathed Emil as he leaned over a little. His violet eyes widened in awe, "Who's that?"

"To be honest," Madeleine blushed a little. "I'm not so sure…"

"It kind of looks like-"

"Now!" Mrs Kirkland barked, causing Madeleine to plant her arm over her scratchy doodle, and Emil to almost fall out of his chair. "Of course you'll have to know about musical terminology when it comes to composing; that's a no-brainer. However, in order to write a successful song, there are actually many ways to do so. For example: one way is to dig deep into a persona's psyche, and write something about it. Another is from a past experience. A more popular one these days is influence. Now, why don't we settle on these questions for now? I am aware that each and every one of you must have a different method. So, why don't we expand on that one? What inspires you? Is there a past experience that stands out? What is your favourite musical genre, or what artist's style appeals to you?" seeing some of the male students open their mouths, Mrs Kirkland added. "Musical style – not because they have large bosoms and thin waists, you perverted gits."

However, nobody seemed to be willing to speak up. Mrs Kirkland looked clearly irritated with the reluctance to talk, so the redhead heaved a sigh, "Fine. How about this? Get into groups of three to five, and amongst yourselves, discuss those questions." Picking up a piece of white chalk, she wrote in scarily neat handwriting in a fast pace on the board the following:

1. What is your method in writing music?

2. Are you influenced by past experiences or your own emotions?

3. What musical genre is the most appealing to you? What is considerably the easiest to write for you?

4. What artists inspire you?

"Now!" Mrs Kirkland clapped her hands. "Get on with it! Just turn around to the person behind or in front of you: I don't want any rearrangements to the room! There's another class after us."

And that was when the whole room started to shuffle. As if on cue, before Madeleine and Emil could look behind them, the people in front of them turned around; revealing a boy around Madeleine's age, and a girl that was shy Karina Galante from the first day: who was paired with two older students who looked like they were ready to duke it out.

The boy was wearing an indigo hoodie with golden lining and had a number fifty at the back. He was also sporting some denim jeans, and converse sneakers. He had short, blonde hair with what appeared to be a piece of hair sticking up, as well as sky blue eyes that twinkled behind a pair of clear glasses. He grinned as he gave a peace sign – his fingers forming to a V shape as he greeted, "Heya dude and dudette!"

"H-Hi," greeted Madeleine, feeling a bit taken aback at how friendly the guy in front of her was greeting them. She honestly was a little intimidated by him when she saw him plant himself on the spot next to Karina; he had the build of a typical high school jock.

"What're your names?"

"I'm Madeleine," responded the bespectacled blonde. "Madeleine Williams. You…?"

"Alfred F Jones at your service!" Madeleine could easily detect a rather casual American accent. He was certainly casual. "And who's your friend?" he nodded at Emil.

"Emil Steilsson," answered the Icelandic boy as he arched an eyebrow.

"I-I'm Karina," stuttered out the other girl. "Karina Galante."

Getting a better look at her, Madeleine could see that she had short, wavy brown blonde hair and innocent baby blues. She was also wearing a dark-coloured vest over a white-collared blouse with puffy sleeves, a long burgundy plaid skirt, and a dark grey neckerchief. She also sported a small burgundy hat and two bows on each side of her head. Speaking to them, the Canadian girl could also detect an accent – sounded European, however she wasn't sure just where in Europe.

"If you don't mind me asking," Madeleine said a little hesitantly. "Can you tell me where you're from?"

"O-oh!" Karina looked surprised. "I'm from Latvia!"

"Latvia? Oh! It's one of those Baltic countries, right?" Alfred piped up, suddenly looking excited. "I've got a good buddy who comes from one of 'em! Lithuania! I wonder how he's doing…" he then began to ponder; a fond look crossing his face.

"Oi! Save your chitchat after my lesson; commence with what's on the board!"

Needless to say, everyone jumped in their seats.

"Holy shit, man!" Alfred exclaimed. "She scared the crap out of me!"

"Refrain from such vulgar language, you!" Mrs Kirkland snapped, causing Alfred to straighten his posture. "Honestly…"

"Damn…" Alfred huffed a bit. "Ugh…"

"S-so, anyway!" Madeleine spoke up as she pushed her glasses up her nose again; honestly, Mrs Kirkland scared them down. "Let's answer the questions…number one: what is your method in writing music?"

"My method?" Alfred rubbed his chin. "Honestly, I just write whatever the hell comes to me," he laughed good-naturedly.

Emil did not look amused, "Seriously? That's it?"

"Yup! Why, what do you do?"

"Well…" Emil felt his face heat up upon the attention getting fixated on him. "I just write when I'm feeling down or happy…you know; drawing on emotions." Seeing their faces, Emil added, "I know it's cliché and crap, but…"

"It's not cliché," spoke up Madeleine as she shook her head. "I do that, too. And, with the second question – I actually do use past experiences at times. Specifically those that stand out."

Karina shyly added her input, "That's what I do, too; emotions are a key factor."

"Well, shit," Alfred sheepishly chuckled. "Now I feel like an idiot! Thanks a lot, guys!"

"I guess we just skip to question three then," remarked Emil. "So….favourite genre? What is the easiest genre to write?"

"Anything with a guitar," replied Alfred. "Country's probably my forte, but I can do some rock, too. What genre do I like the most? Well…pop, rock, R&B, hip-hop, country and jazz!"

"That's actually pretty broad," remarked Madeleine.

Alfred laughed, "I'm not too picky with my songs; it just has to sound awesome, and be really catchy with a good beat." He turned to Karina, "How 'bout you?"

Karina flushed a little, "W-well…I like pop myself."

"Sweet!"

"I prefer alt rock," remarked Emil. "And anything with a good guitar, too."

"You play guitar, too, dude?" seeing the silver-haired youth nod uneasily, Alfred exclaimed, "I do, too! I love my acoustic, but I can play some electric, too!"

"Well, I honestly don't mind," remarked Madeleine. "As long as it has meaningful lyrics, a beautiful melody, and lovely singing, then I'm going to add it to my playlist."

"Okay, last question!" piped up Alfred. "Favourite artists?" He then began to spout out a list of a couple of artists that Madeleine really did not like, so she turned her hearing off for a little while. She tuned in again when Alfred had bounced the question onto Emil by looking at him.

The Icelandic boy sighed, "Well…I actually like Lihua."

"Lihua?" Alfred looked confused for a moment, but suddenly his eyes lit up as he exclaimed, "Oh, wait! The chick from Hong Kong, right? She's also a model!"

"Y-yeah, her…" Emil blushed. "I like her music."

"She sang 'Amazing Kiss', right?" questioned Madeleine. Seeing Emil flush and give a nod, Alfred suddenly whipped out his iPhone and, after flicking through a couple of songs in his playlist, he pressed his index finger down and some music began to blare from the speaker. A rather glossy melody played out as a softened yet firm drumbeat followed. Along with a crisp and clear, young female voice.

"Tell me what you're dreaming about tonight," the voice's tone was somewhat soft, but also a bit dreamy and imploring. "I never want to let you go. The lips that kissed m lashes and your sleepy smile, sinking into the darkest night…"

"A breezeless flow in the afterglow, you and me together; we could go that extra mile," Emil finished, though his pale face became even hotter when he realized that almost everyone was looking at him in surprise and interest.

"You've got a nice voice, Emil," remarked Madeleine.

"T-thank you," the Icelandic boy stammered out. "But I'm not on par with the idols."

"Awww, come on, dude!" Alfred frowned. "Don't put yourself down like that! How do you even know that?"

"Hey, Karina and Madeleine never got to answer the question!" piped up violet-eyed boy, now looking annoyed that all the attention was drawn onto him.

Seeing that Emil looked genuinely uncomfortable in his position, and also sympathizing with him, Madeleine answered, "Well, again it really just depends on the song; because sometimes there are artists who only have one good song, and the rest don't sound…that nice. However, if there's an artist who I could name that I like, I'd say that it's JCM."

"The girl group, right?" Alfred then gave a dreamy sigh. "They're awesome."

He then flicked to another song on his iPhone, and this time, looming techno rhythm was there, as the drumbeat began to gather. Throughout that, a female voice whispered huskily, "Julchen…Julchen…Carmen…Carmen…Marianne…Marianne…"

Suddenly, when the drumbeat began to build, and a crash blew out, a female voice that was clearly a bit older and more mature smoothly flowed out, "I'm confused, I don't know, which way do I really go? This guy is fly, but another one pass me by. Stuck in the middle of this spot, that is too damn hot, shall I choose the one with the heavy car or not? 'Cause nothing ain't serious, see I'm only seventeen, and I wanna be mysterious. Naughty…"

"Sexy…" another female voice whispered huskily.

"On the creep, never sleep. Won't reveal the sneaky side of me!"

Madeleine began swaying her head around as Alfred suddenly belted it out along with the strong and feminine voices on the iPhone, "All day and night I creep out; I think about who I'm gonna go and link up. Don't think that I'm innocent, baby. 'Cause this is driving me crazy. Tell me what do you see? I'm not an innocent girl!"

Alfred grinned as he let the song continue, "They're really hot, too!"

"Who's your favourite member?" Emil questioned Madeleine.

"Honestly, I can't really pick," the Canadian girl blushed. "They're all amazing in their own way, and they're strong alone, too."

"I personally like Julchen!" grinned Alfred. "She's awesome! I love how she's wild and totally unafraid to get down and dirty!"

"I prefer Carmen," said Emil. "Because she's so down-to-earth and realistic, but also really nice."

"Well, because you're both picking, I choose Marianne, then," sighed Madeleine. Seeing Karina look a bit uncomfortable, the bespectacled blonde then exclaimed, "Oh! What about you, Karina? What artist do you like or inspires you?"

"U-um…" Karina blushed again, shuffling nervously in her spot with her hands clasped in her lap. "W-well…"

"Don't be afraid to tell us, dudette!" encouraged Alfred. "Everyone loves all kinds of artists!"

"W-well…" here, Karina's face became an incredibly bright red. She twisted at the hem of her skirt before answering, "I-I really like Pure-F."

"Pure-F?" Emil arched an eyebrow in surprise.

Madeleine then gasped, "Oh my maple! How could I forget him?!" she suddenly whipped out her own iPhone and flicked quickly past a bunch of songs. Eventually, she stopped at a song and played it. Immediately, a piano blared out in a fast, yet melancholic tune. Suddenly, when a guitar blared a single chord, the piano ran down chromatically in succession, causing a rapid drumbeat to let itself loose – with the snare hit at various times with the hi-hat.

A strong male voice, rich in tone and smooth in texture was then heard, "Lonely boy is always in a dream that never will be coming true. There's so much noise inside that head of his; he scratches it all around. He scratches it all around!"

Madeleine was instantly getting into the song as her fingers were flowing on the desk in accordance with the piano. Alfred himself was banging his head around while Karina swayed her heard around. Emil could only stare in shock at his companions.

"'No problems,' the words came out so light," the rich and strong voice of Pure-F returned. "But in return, they've gone to the air. It's a mistake; no, it was a mistake! It's a matter of finding the odd one out in the end. It rolls again!"

"One more time, one more time!" Madeleine had raised her index finger up accordingly. "Each day I will be rolling one more time!" However upon opening her eyes, she realized that everyone was staring at her this time; some in shock, some in awe, some snickering. Immediately, the bespectacled blonde shrank back to her spot and almost hid herself under her desk.


"So he says, so he says as he plays the meaning of it to his spoken words! Are you ready yet? Not so ready yet; the future is still so far away to me, so I'm holding my breath just now!"

The first two periods had gone by in a flash; E.C.A. actually stood for 'Etiquette, Composure and Attitude' and it highlighted an idol's persona or how to conduct themselves during their career. It also highlighted about how to deal with stress and any other factors such as the pressure.

Antonio was ecstatic to find that he had the same class with Gilbert, however Francis was nowhere to be seen, much to his disappointment. Still, after some encouraging words from the tall, graceful and beautiful Ms Cleo who preferred being referred to with her first name rather than her surname, and highlighting the course as well as what books they'll be needing for the class, he and Gilbert headed quickly towards the cafeteria so he could meet up with Quan and Madeleine.

"Are you sure you're fine with that hard-ass as your stylist?" Gilbert questioned as he wrinkled his nose. "After all, he treated you like shit from what I saw before…"

"I think we just started off on the wrong foot," Antonio remarked. "I think he's just shy, to tell you the truth."

"He's not shy about being an asshole."

And now here they were, already starting to perform amongst the array of instruments that were at the central spot. Antonio had picked up a guitar and, after asking Gilbert if they could play the song he wanted to play, the albino Prussian seated himself at the drum-kit, and after the Spaniard plucked at the strings a few times to substitute for the piano chords, he joined in as he banged his head to the drumbeat he produced.

Before he knew, a crowd began forming around Antonio as lunch was being served to people in the cafeteria. However, many seemed more interested in the handsome, green-eyed brunette that was playing and singing in a rich and strong voice.

"That rolling boy is faraway in wasteland beyond the colours you can't reach," Antonio's voice called out as his face pulled down to a slightly pained expression; his emerald eyes shutting softly. "Those overlapping voices in the air. He mixes them all around; oh he mixes them all around!"

Opening his eyes as he reached the chorus and spotting an Asian with dark hair, golden eyes and with a serious and nonchalant expression etched on his face, Antonio waved his arm around enthusiastically.

Quan himself simply arched a pencil-thin eyebrow as he entered the cafeteria with Dracul and Rosaliese. He was a bit surprised to see Antonio among the instruments straight away, but then again…now that he thought about it, it really wasn't much of a surprise. Antonio was very outgoing, so him performing in front of people didn't seem really that out of the blue.

"Quan, isn't that your idol?" Rosaliese questioned as she narrowed her amethyst orbs. She scowled, "And there is that ruffian on the drums…how quaint…"

"Hey, I think I recognize this song!" piped up Dracul. "Isn't that…that's the new song that Pure-F released, right?"

Quan nodded, "Yes; that's his single – Rolling Boy. It's ranked number two on the charts."

"I see," sniffed Rosaliese primly. "I am not associated with Pure-F's works, but I've heard a great deal about him. His vocal capacity – if anything to go by your idol's, Quan – seems to lean towards the superior scale."

"Antonio performing Rolling Boy, huh?" Dracul grinned fangs. "Well, looks like we can now see how your idol rolls, Quan!"

Rosaliese glared icily at the Romanian student, "That wasn't funny at all." Fixing her focus onto the performing idol student again, the Austrian stylist then remarked, "It seems he is devoting this song to you, Quan."

"D…devoting?" Quan was highly taken aback. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, he is looking straight at you and is gesturing right at you, for one thing."

Sure enough, once Quan focused his attention onto his idol again, he saw that much to his astonishment, that Antonio's gaze was solely lying onto him. He was continuing in that powerful voice as his expression softened a bit more again. "'No problems' the words came out so light," Antonio grabbed the mike as he shut his eyes again. "But now they vanished without a trace. He said, 'I don't give a damn! So come and make some mistakes with me.' Oh, he tempts me on this hill road!"

On the very last word, he made an impressive run up then down on the notes before the instruments picked up again. Antonio winked in Quan's direction, however it caused a lot of girls who were observing to squeal in delight and fan themselves. Quan himself felt his cheeks heat up, however he glowered back at the Spaniard – looking very much unamused at the gesture.

"One more time, one more time!" Antonio raised his hand up; his index finger sticking up. "'I beg you to roll me one more time!' So he says, so he says as he plays the meaning of it to unspoken words! Are you ready yet?" he tilted his head, then raised another hand as if to halt something or someone. "Just one moment; soon I will be able to see something. So, I'm holding my breath just now…"

"Just once more," Gilbert bellowed out above his drumming. "Let me roll all around…"

"One more time, one more time!" Antonio raised his hand up again with his index finger sticking up. "Each day I will be rolling one more time! So he says, so he says as he plays the sound of laughter to his spoken words!"

"As you say once again," Gilbert banged his head; his voice gritty and hoarse, though somehow fitting alongside Antonio's strong, melting and rich tone. "In the words I can't hear…"

"Are you ready yet? Are you ready now? You must be so sick and tired of this," Antonio went back to strumming again on the guitar.

"Just let me take a breath," Gilbert's voice belted out. "Before I fall to earth!"

"So, I'll stop my breathing," Antonio's eyes shut again before all the instruments stopped on the final line. Upon that final line, he bowed his head as his emerald eyes flew open again, "Just now."

Once the performance was over, there was applause everywhere in the cafeteria. Antonio grinned as he nodded, "¡Muchas gracias! Thank you!" after carefully discarding the guitar back onto its place, he immediately ran up to his Vietnamese stylist. "¡Hola, Quan!"

"Hello," the golden-eyed Asian answered back simply.

"So…what'd you think?"

"Why does my opinion matter?" Quan questioned, arching an eyebrow.

Antonio inwardly groaned; he's so cold again? However, he knew now that as long as you were determined and sincere, the Vietnamese student would act accordingly. The Spaniard then pouted, "The performance, of course! What'd you think? I want to know what my stylist and friend thinks!"

Quan's eyes slightly widened a bit upon hearing that last part. So, the Spaniard still thinks of him as a friend, then? The dark-haired stylist cleared his throat, "W-Well…" he averted his eyes away from the green-eyed brunette. "It seems that you are more than a pretty face, after all."

"Pretty face?" Antonio blinked. However, a big, bright smile instantly spread out on his face, "You think I'm attractive?"

Quan rolled his eyes, "That's not what I meant." However he couldn't help but feel some of the heat gather to his cheeks; for that, he tried to squash it down as hard as he could. "Obviously most idols are model material, so it's not a surprise. But…" he cleared his throat again. "You do have an amazing voice." Seeing the twinkling glimmers in the Spaniard's grass green eyes, the Vietnamese student heaved a sigh, "If you're wondering whether or not I'm impressed; I actually am. Quite impressed."

Hearing that seemed to instantly brighten the brunette idol – he looked ecstatic. "¡Muchas gracias, mi amigo!" he piped up.

"How about you, prissy princess?" Gilbert asked, smirking at Rosaliese. "I was awesome, wasn't I?"

Rosaliese rolled her eyes, "You want me to lie to you, then?"

"Hey!" Gilbert exclaimed, clearly offended. "That's so not awesome!"

"What happened in here?" Madeleine finally entered with Emil and Karina – the Latvian girl was hiding behind the both of them, while the Icelandic boy had a hand on his hip. "There's a large crowd."

"Should've been here," Dracul beamed. "There was a pretty cool music performance by Antonio and Gilbert."

"And…what were they performing?" inquired Madeleine.

"Rolling Boy by Pure-F."

Upon hearing that, Madeleine and Karina instantly perked up. Antonio grinned and waved at the Canadian composer. The bespectacled blonde sighed sadly, "I can't believe I missed out on that! I love Pure-F, and that song is one of my favourites, too."

"Mine, too," said Karina softly with a small smile.

"I can perform when it's just us if you'd like, Magdalena," offered Antonio. "I can bring my guitar in, and we can sit outside or something. I'm sure Quan doesn't have any objections to that, right?"

"No, I don't mind," Quan responded with a half-hearted shrug of his shoulders.

Lunch consisted many different kinds of food on offer – a sort of buffet, really. Quan had picked out some noodles and a piece of beef steak with some water while Antonio had chosen what appeared to be a couple of tomatoes and a beef steak as well. Madeleine herself picked a quiche and also grabbed some noodles. Gilbert had yanked Rosaliese and Karina over, and immediately tried seating himself beside Madeleine. The Canadian girl however simply shuffled closer to Quan until she was practically almost touching his arm.

Upon noticing this, her face broke out into a very vivid shade of cherry red; especially upon him glancing down at her questioningly.

"Hey, can we sit here, too?" Dracul asked with a grin after he gained his food. Emil also gained what appeared to be mackerel and some cola. They were joined with a tanned young man with spiky and wavy dark hair, big, brown eyes and a pearly smile that contrasted well against his darker skin. He was wearing a simple, black singlet with blue lining, and dark trousers along with some sandals. He introduced himself as Mitchell Mancham – the idol to Dracul and Emil, and he came from Seychelles.

"You like Pure-F, Antonio?" inquired Quan.

The Spaniard looked up with his cheeks slightly bulging from his tomatoes, but after swallowing, he nodded, "Si! I really like him! He's one of my most favourite idols!"

"Mine, too," smiled Karina fondly.

Madeleine nodded, "Same here."

"I think it's safe for us to say that most of us like Pure-F," laughed Mitchell. "I was actually listening to a song of his before coming here."

"Which one?" inquired Karina, looking quite eager much to Rosaliese and Gilbert's collective shock.

Mitchell raised his phone, "Love Song."

"I heard that!" Alfred suddenly bounded in, almost crashing right into Quan who bumped into Madeleine.

"Watch it," snarled Quan, not looking amused.

"Pure-F, right?" Alfred asked excitedly. Noticing Madeleine, Karina and Emil he greeted happily with a wave, "Hey, we meet again!" he then turned his head around, "Yo, Eddy! Come over here! I'm sure she'll come eventually!"

Much to Quan's surprise, Eduard came into view. The Estonian boy's eyes widened, however he looked quite happy to see the Vietnamese boy, the Romanian student, and the Austrian stylist there, too. He instantly planted himself on Quan's other side and greeted him accordingly.

"Who are you waiting for?" questioned Rosaliese as she arched an elegant eyebrow.

"Well, my idol," responded Eduard, though Quan was surprised to see the Estonian stylist's face suddenly heat up. He quickly pushed his glasses up his nose and nodded, "She hasn't come yet…"

Lunch was spent with everyone conversing casually – it started with Pure-F, then it moved on to another idol: namely a female one named Li Hua who seemed to make Emil blush frequently, which caused Antonio to squeal in delight that his face looked like a tomato. The Icelandic boy was not amused with that, so Madeleine quickly changed the subject into what was going on in everyone's course and day. Gilbert immediately responded eagerly, however the Canadian girl didn't seem so interested – she then pointedly asked Quan how his day was, and what was involved in a stylist's day so far. A bit surprised at the attention on him, the Vietnamese boy responded accordingly before Gilbert cut in again. Rosaliese sharply interjected by telling the Prussian albino that it was rude and poor sportsmanship to interrupt someone who was already talking.

Because of that, Quan couldn't help but gaze at her – he was amazed to see a small, knowing smile form on her pale lips.

For that, he felt the corners of his lips twitch upwards, too.

The rest of the day proved to be leisurely and relaxing: coming into practical, Quan saw Mr Feliks yet again, and was coupled with Eduard and Dracul – the latter waving at him ecstatically from his spot at one of the large, circular desks in the pink room. Much to the Vietnamese boy's disappointment, Rosaliese wasn't there.

'Hold on…why am I feeling disappointed?'

Regardless, when the day was over, Quan saw Antonio and Madeleine again at the front. The Spaniard chirped, "How do you get home?"

"Train and a walk, that's all," responded Quan tonelessly. Antonio's eyes shining right at him, the Vietnamese stylist heaved a sigh as he questioned tiredly, "What about you?"

"I catch two buses," the brunette idol responded; satisfied that the golden-eyed Asian responded to him. "How about you, Magdalena?"

Madeleine adjusted her glasses, "Well…I catch a bus and a train."

"Sounds far," remarked Quan. "How long does it take you to get here?"

"Well…two hours actually."

"Two hours!" gasped Antonio. "¡Ay Dios mio! That's really long!"

"You get used to it," Madeleine shrugged. "I'm perfectly alright with it; I've always woken up earlier in the morning, anyway."

Going their separate ways, Quan caught sight of his idol and composer waving at him before he entered the station and ran his ticket. Before he knew it, he felt his hand raise up by itself and give a small wave. Antonio grinned widely while Madeleine blushed a little, though she herself was smiling.

And before he knew it, when he caught his train, much to his surprise, Quan found himself smiling, too.

Yong Soo had remarked upon it when he reached home. Mei had even piped up excitedly as well. "Dàgē is really handsome when he smiles!" giggled the little girl. "You should smile more often!"

Quan instantly denied the notion that he was handsome.


End of chapter. :) but we'll skip forward a few days or so, until we reach something eventful - which would be the first collaboration between composer, idol and stylist. :D

Also, I know that there's some Nyo!Vietnam x Someone Else, however the idea of the story is for the relationship between Quan and Antonio to form by itself rather than instantly hitting it off: because most relationships don't really work with the whole 'falling in love at first sight' ideal. At least, that's how I feel. So until then, Quan and Antonio may find interest with other people (possibly even date some) at first. XD

Next chapter: a stylist practical with Quan, Dracul and Eduard as they discuss some things on life; Madeleine "studying" with Emil, Karina and Alfred in the library while watching a Pure-F video; Antonio's head wrapping around the books.

I'm not sure if anyone can recognize the idols that are mentioned - don't bother with Pure-F as he's made up. XD still, opinions? :3

Peace out!
- Hebi-Kazechi-10