Names:

Aleks - Bulgaria (who deserves more love)

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The day before February 14th proved to be quite bleak and dull. You could hear the tap of shoes on cobblestone as the Romanian huddled along, a scarf wrapped around his neck in a vain attempt to warm himself from the piercingly cold temperature. The amount of blood the vampire drank last night must have not been enough to keep him at least slightly warm. As soon as he reached his house, he turned the heating up and allowed himself to shiver whilst applying friction onto his hands. This was all to no avail. Although Vlad was used to the typical Norwegian weather, he had difficulty maintaining a steady amount of body heat. He had no strength to stop himself from turning into a human iceberg and conjuring up a fire would be too risky given his... certain situation.

His thoughts were all interrupted when there was a sharp, rapid knock on the mahogany door. And when he went to open it, he received a surprise that he never expected. A young man stood before him, one that he hadn't seen since childhood. This was Aleks, a Bulgarian and Vlad's childhood best friend and crush - one that he hadn't had any contact with, for years. Black hair rested upon his head, emerald green eyes adjourning his features and a smile lightly dusted the edges of his cheeks. The brunette's own vermilion orbs seemed to gain a rare sparkle as soon as his gaze fell upon the visitor. The Bulgarian had hoped that Vlad would be here and immediately noticed how much his friend had changed appearance-wise. Consequently, he cleared his throat and asked, "Vlad? Is that really you?" To this, all the Romanian did was nod, a hue appearing on his face that matched his eyes.

"I, uh," Aleks scratched the side of his head bashfully, "How have you been?" When the brunette opened his mouth to speak, the Bulgarian noticed two gleaming fangs a whole centimetre longer than the other teeth. He also paid attention to the Romanian's gradually darkening eyes the more blood he required. Vlad was most definitely not stupid, he realised why his friend was observing him with a close eye. He knew Aleks was not speciest, having been fine with Vlad's parents after they turned and having being a werewolf himself. Still, he was weary of how the other would act. Slowly, the noirette lifted his hand up and held Vlad's mouth open, giving him a full view of the other's teeth. "Explain." Is all he said as he let his hand drop down by his side.

So that was it. That was how he would act. This, however, neither calmed nor helped the Romanian as he felt his heart pick up its pace on the treadmill it was already running on. More colour drained from his eyes the more blood being circulated around his body. At this rate, he feared he would end up draining the man in front of him. That would not be a good place to pick up on with his crush: 'oh, by the way, sorry for sucking your blood'. The Bulgarian male still looked at him with anticipation. Vlad stammered, "Well, uh, what is there to say? The government controlled my parents and they turned me. End of story." Aleks, at first, did nothing but stand still. Then, with no hesitation, he pulled the other close. "To me, this changes nothing. You're still Vlad." The Romanian had no suspicion towards his friend, though perhaps he should have when the government had taken control of his parents - they could have done it to his friend as well. Now, you'll be glad to hear that they haven't, that Aleks is perfectly fine and is here of his own accord.

"So," Vlad started, "Why exactly did you come here, Aleks? Why today of all days?" His face contained a certain smirk, his usual playful grin. "Want to know the truth? Well..." His hand brushed the brunette's face, "Because tomorrow is Valentine's day." Immediately after this, his lips brush against Vlad's. The kiss in itself, was short, it was sweet, it was everything the Romanian had ever dreamed it would be. When they broke apart, he rapidly pulled in the Bulgarian for another. "Best. February 13th. Ever." He whispers to his new boyfriend at the end of the day and the other's reply consists of another kiss.

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We skip back to the current day. More specifically, our Hong Kongese and Icelandic males. The two were hanging out in the canteen, watching Mathias fuss over whether a certain person had seen the anonymous note and gift or not. Emil regarded this scene, amused. After all, it was his brother that the Dane had a crush on. Leon, on the other hand, anxiously stared at the Icelandic male next to him. Once again, he analysed the structure of the other's face and noted in his thoughts how beautiful his best friend's smile was. Leon was no fool, he realised he was in love with Emil (though it had taken a while to figure it out). It was lunch and a certain Finn and Swede were coming to join them. "So," said Tino, sitting down, "How about we play truth or dare: Valentine's day edition."

Mathias stopped his worrying, "Isn't that just like normal truth or dare?" Which earned him a harsh glare from the smaller male. No one had the guts to argue with an angry Tino so they all agreed to play. "Mathias, truth or dare?" The Dane knew if he chose dare that he would probably have to ask his crush out and he certainly wasn't ready for that. "Truth." He gulped.
"Who do you like?" An obvious choice of question. Heck, what would truth or dare be without the whole 'tell us who you like' part of it? "I- uh, L-Lukas..." The Dane stuttered, a noticeable blush peeping onto his face. This was not new news to what Kiku had dubbed as 'Hongice' but it was quite hilarious to watch Tino and Berwald's jaws drop. The most interesting part being that Mathias got that much emotion out of the Swede. "You do?" Tino whispered, "That's actually adorable! You two are perfect for one another!" This comment only made the Danish male stare at the floor in complete and utter embarrassment. "Emil, truth or dare?" The Icelander stared at the ground, "Dare." A slight hint of fear lingered in his violet eyes, eyebrows furrowed.

Tino grinned, scheming in his mind, hoping to cause the pair in question to become incredibly flustered. "Kiss Leon." The silver haired teen's head whipped up rapidly, "What?!"
"I said kiss Leon." A Cheshire cat grin plastered on the Finn's face. "This is stupid." Emil stood up, "I'm leaving." However, as he turned to go, he felt someone grab his sleeve. He went to glare at the person when he noticed it was none other than the boy he had been dared to kiss. "Leon." Emil breathed, the name lingering under his breath and on his lips. The Hong Kongese male's arm was round his waist and this was used to pull the other forward, their lips colliding. Emil was caught by surprise, his best friend holding him close, there was no chance to get away. It didn't help the shy, antisocial teen that the whole cafeteria was staring at the scene taking place.

As they broke apart, Leon winked at Emil, "You have to, like, complete your dare, idiot." Emil just shot him a frosty glare and walked away, Icelandic profanities being muttered under his breath. This, unfortunately, was not the only thing that would grab everyone's attention that break time.

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Lukas' POV
"No I don't want to talk about my 'secret admirer' guys. Personally, I don't know what the point of love is and Vlad that is not an argument you can participate in, you lovestruck fool." The Romanian, after making an indignant noise, fell silent once more. "I agree." Lovino shot daggers across the room at Antonio, "Everyone's a bastard in my opinion. They can all vaffanculo." (No, I am not translating this Italian for you. Go search it up yourselves if you want to learn an Italian profanity) I shot him a worried glance and he shook his head, meaning 'I'm fine'. Yeah right, like I will believe that. I of all people know when someone is not doing alright, no matter how hard they try to hide it.

All the members of our table aren't paying attention, they're caught up in two guys kissing. In fact, everyone seems to be looking. "Li Xiao, that- that-" Yao splutters, trying to conjure up words. A mop of silver hair gets my head of the clouds. The height of the male as well... "Emil?" I mutter. No, it can't be. Emil doesn't go here, I think. Instead I ask, "Who's Li Xiao?" Probably butchered that pronunciation. "Yao's brother, well- one of. He's the year below us. Oh yeah, by the way Lukas, never mentioned this and I probably should have, the Wang family are relatives of mine." Now he tells me?! Does that mean Yao and him are related. "I'm his cousin, aru," the Chinese male replies, answering the previously unanswered question in my brain. The two guys up the front break apart and I can just about hear, "You have to, like, complete your dare, idiot." I catch a glimpse of their faces, the brunette must be Yao's brother whilst the other... "Hellig dritt." Emil. It's Emil.

"Lukas," Lovi meets my eyes, "Even though we are not fluent in Norwegian, everyone knows profanities in other languages." Embarrassment dusts my cheeks a light pink. Dammit. "Is everything ok?" His gaze shows concern. Lovino can be quite motherly and protective when it comes to his friends. "The, I guess you could call him albino, the albino's my lillebror." What's he doing at W Academy?! Why didn't he tell me? "Emil Steilsson's your brother?!" Yao gasps. "You know him?" I ask.
"He stays with us just like you stay with Arthur, aru. Oh my God, I should have put two and two together!"

"Guys." Arthur tries to grab our attention but fails miserably. "How is he?"
"Guys." Nothing.
"Great, great. He's such a sweet guy though! I probably shouldn't let Li Xiao corrupt him then. He can be quite mischievous, I wonder who's fault that is." He glares at the Brit as soon as said Brit shouts, "Guys!" All of us, Lovino and Vlad included, turn and respond with: "What?!"
"Look," he nods to the centre of the cafeteria. Alfred is on the phone, his face ash stricken, shaking slightly. "Aw Arthur's interested in Alfred for once-" Vlad's teasing falls flat once he catches sight of the usually cheerful American's face. The blonde ends the call and promptly runs off. "I wonder what that was about."
Arthur pales, "I'm going after him. He- he was crying." He chases after Alfred, concern all over his expression.

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I'm sorry for taking so long! The last time I updated was May, right? I've been swamped with exams and I'm going to transition into a year with major exams now so updates will be less frequent. However, I'm going away for two weeks meaning I can write a lot, especially since I'm on a train for two days so expect plenty more updates.

What's going on with Alfred will be explained next chapter, along with what I hope will be lots of feels. After that I'm planning to go back to the magic universe with Hongice - mainly exploring what Emil is capable of magic-wise.

Here's a picture for you guys!

So yeah, the government of Sealand knows that the Hetalia personification exists. Now, because I'm not the biggest fan of Sealand, have another picture!

The magic trio in all their brilliance.

Hope you enjoyed and I'll see you in the next one!
Bye!
~Peanutsfan1