FanFiction. Need I say any more as to my status of ownership over Hetalia?
Around half an hour earlier
Emil threw his phone down onto his boyfriend's bed and began to pace the room. "I don't believe him."
Leon looked up from his manga. "Eh?"
"Lukas. He says he's fine. He can't be. I'm worried about him, Leon."
"He's like, your older brother. He should be worrying about you, not the other way round."
"He is worrying about me. He doesn't need to. Both of us know that out of the two of us, he is less likely to be okay about this."
Leon gave him a quizzical look. "What do you, like, mean?"
"He's never had a great self-esteem, and he's been practically kicked out by his only remaining family. I told you about our mothers, didn't I? It took Lukas ages to even begin to get over it. For years he was just silent and moody. More so than he is naturally, I mean. Now he's telling me that after being ignored by his own father and forced out by said bastard's girlfriend, he's fine? If that's true, he's either spent the day on a Norwegian ski slope or that Matthias guy is magical," Emil said the last with a slight bitter laugh.
Looking back down at his book, Leon shrugged. "Maybe he's in love."
Emil paused in his pacing and snorted. "In love? My cold-as-ice, butter-wouldn't-melt, probably asexual older brother? Sure, and the Winter Olympics will be held in Egypt."
"It like, happened to us."
"So? We're talking about Lukas here. Lukas Bondevik. People generally know of him for two reasons: his skiing and his introverted attitude."
"Maybe this Matthias guy was like, the fire to Lukas' ice," Leon said, still looking down at the manga.
Emil paused again. "What?"
Leon shrugged. "Lukas is like, all icy and cold; Matthias is passionate and firey etcetera etcetera, so Matthias melts Lukas."
Emil stared at Leon. "...no more manga for you," he said, swiping the book away.
"Hey! I was like, reading that!"
"Too bad," Emil flicked through the book. "What is this? Ugh! What's that?!"
"A shinigami," Leon said, as if it were obvious and Emil should really have known that.
A blank look was sent in return. "A what?"
"A death god. Don't tell me you've like, never heard of Death Note..."
"No, I have not heard of whatever on earth this is. Why would I?"
"It's the best manga in the world!"
Emil sighed, threw the book back to Leon and began pacing again. "You're strange, Leon. Very strange. But the point is, Lukas is not okay! And I'm worried about him!"
"I told you, they're probably in love," Leon flicked through the book, trying to find his place again. "Like I said before, though - why are you so like, protective of him? He's the older sibling..."
"He's overprotective of me. I'm not being protective, though - I'm just worried! And I told you, he has a low self-esteem. Being forced out of his house - and by the sounds of things, told he was worth shit to his father - isn't going to do much for those shreds that are left. Imagine if it were one of your brothers - imagine if Kiku was in the same situation - you would be the same..."
Leon made a derisive sound. "Kiku would like, kill the person causing the situation with his katana. Same goes for most of my siblings. But still, he said he's fine. Surely you should like, trust him on his word?"
"I would if I felt I could!" Emil said shortly.
Leon marked his page with a printed bookmark. He set down the book on his bedside table carefully and deliberately, then turned to face Emil with an unusually stern expression. "Emil. He said he's fine. Just like, stop worrying about him. He would agree with me, I know. I may not know him all that well, but he's not over here, weeping and sniffing, is he? If he's stoic enough to not fall in love, as you say he is, he's surely also stoic enough to be able to mean it when he says that he is fine."
Emil sighed. "I suppose you have a point..."
"Of course I have a point. I always have a point. I'm like, the most pointful person in the world."
An eyebrow was raised. "Is 'pointful' even a word?"
"Probably not."
"You are strange..."
"You've like, told me that before. And that's why you love me so much."
Emil shook his head in mock exasperation, seemingly dropping the matter of his brother. "Whatever you say, Leon."
"Aha! So you admit it!" Leon cried in triumph.
The Icelander rolled his eyes and slapped the grinning brunette lightly over the head. "Shut up, idiot."
"Heehee, you sound like your brother!"
"How is it that you go from emotionless to this in a matter of minutes?"
"Magic, baby."
Emil smirked. "Now who sounds like my brother?"
"Ooh, does that mean you support incest? Kinky..." He received another slap. "Owwww..."
"That's what you get for making completely inappropriate comments. Speaking of the Ice Queen, I'm dreading telling my brother about us..."
Leon sniggered at the nickname. "Haha, Ice Queen. How do you go from worrying about him to like, giving him offensive nicknames?"
"Same way you go from being quiet and blank to immature and annoying, I suppose. Seriously though, he'll kill me. No, wait - he'll kill you."
"It'll be fine. Stop like, worrying so much, Emil," Leon said, wrapping an arm around the other's waist. The action was returned, accompanied by a sweet kiss on the cheek.
"I hope you're right about that..."
Leon said nothing, but just started to trace Emil's collarbone with kisses, causing the Icelander to blush and try to bat him off (completely in vain, might I add). A hand ran through his pale hair; he shivered slightly in pleasure. Giving up on resistance, he let himself melt at the other's touch and soon began to return the kisses with a nuzzle on the cheek.
Wrapping his other arm around him, Leon pressed his lips to Emil's softly. A sweet kiss morphed into a deep one, and before long the two were gasping for breath.
A flirty wink from Leon saw the bedroom door close, in case Leon's older brother should - god forbid - come home early.
A/N
Short, I know. Awful, I know. The next one's not much better. Blame exams. You know how I said that I only had the science exam left? I was wrong. I have a Geography exam on Tuesday. An English controlled assessment as well, and, of course, tests in French. Oh, French. Where do I start? The work we're doing is AS level. That's Y12. I'm Y10. While I enjoy it, I have so much to go over this weekend for French. Grrr.
Sorry, rant over. I hope you all had a lovely week, and will forgive me for being completely incommunicado. I'm sorry. :/ Review? *pleading look*