Natalya - Belarus

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Sun glinted on the grass as we walked on it. The day was perfect. Fresh air blowing through the trees, no clouds in the sky, a slight increase in temperature despite it being February in Norway. A perfect day... to be inside. So. Why the hell am I outside?!

Hello. Emil Steilsson here. Currently I am in a situation I would rather not be in as you can see. Now I was just going to learn magic or 'unlock my powers' (as my annoying Hong Kongese best friend puts it), as you do. "So you're telling me that this girl can summon ghosts and I'm going to learn magic from one of these ghosts?" I question Leon next to me. This causes me to look at him, something I try refrain from doing. The reason? No, not because I have a huge crush on him, thank you. No. It's because it always brings this one thought into my head. The thought? Leon needs a goddamn haircut. Jesus Christ, the length of it! If he cares so much about looking 'hip' and 'trendy' then why does he insist on having it that length!

Anyways, rant aside, we were having a conversation about this girl called Natalya Braginsky, who (apparently) is in our year. (I make a point not to socialise with people) She (apparently) can summon ghosts, which is cool, I guess. I just love communicating with the dead. Totally doesn't bring back bad memories of death (my mum's - fortunately I did not see that, Lukas' near-death). So, yeah. How fun. "Em? Emil? Email? You can't, like, just ask a question and then zone out!" I snap back to the pain in the ass (well, I mean, he is gay, sooooo)(yeah, please forget about that comment immediately)(I mean it). "My name is not Email." I glare.

On most days I don't generally mind my nuisance of a friend (I must have been desperate for friends if I chose Leon. God!) but please cast your mind back to a couple of days ago. You see, we played a game of truth or dare with Tino (bad idea. Very bad idea. Should have run away immediately) and Leon kissed me. In front of the whole cafeteria. In front of my brother who 1) now knows I go to the same school as him and 2) probably wants to kill Leon and/or me. "Well. It might as well be as you're, like, completely ignoring me." That doesn't make much sense... "Why? Is it because you're spam? In the case that you're a complete pain and need to be ignored at all times?" I retort. Good one, brain. "Or that you are complete trash?" He puts a hand on his chest, "I am, like, deeply hurt. How could you, Em?" He's being dramatic. And he says I am a dramatic person. Hypocrite.

"The answer to your question is yes. This man helps all the new beginners like you. He's incredible and can teach you must more than my family can. Not unless you somehow have wings." He states. "Does that mean he doesn't have a specific 'ability'?" Otherwise, how can he teach everyone else? "Oh, he does. He's part dragon. He's just, like, incredibly wise."
"Part dragon? Not completely? Did a human have sex with a dragon or something?" My eyebrows are raised. (Please say that isn't the case. I don't want to live my life knowing that. Please God no.) "No. I think it was because of some mixing of genes. Human experiments, like, hundreds of years ago. I'm not exactly sure but no, no one had sex with a dragon." He's smirking. Of course he is. Idiot.

"Do you have any idea what I will be?" I'm curious. What does this weird person think will fit me, I wonder? "Well, I'm pretty confident you will be a mage aka a magician. You could be anything though; there are so many possibilities." A magician huh? Could be cool. He grinds to a fast halt in front of me, without warning. This causes me to walk straight into him. "What the bloody hell, Leon!!" I exclaim, an imaginary anime tick mark appearing on my head. "This is, like, taking forever. I can't be bothered to walk that much. Let's fly." He gives me a side glance, calm, cool and collected. It pisses me off. "I can't fly, you moron." Honestly, is he an absolute idio- "I'll carry you." His voice is so monotonous that it reminds me of my storebror (big brother). He then proceeds to face me, our faces inches apart (cliché, I know), his expression blank and emotionless. In one smooth movement, his arms sweep my legs from under me and mine grab around the back of his neck. He's ended up carrying me bridal style. Of course now his face shows emotion, a smirk plastered right there, touching his cheeks. This was his fucking plan, wasn't it? My face must be a mix of angry and flustered.

"How can you carry me so easily?" I ask, his arms holding me up like it's nothing. "I do martial arts, it can build up your muscles." Oh great, he has to be toned as well, he's totally not hot (yeah right). "Also, you're surprisingly light, Em." He takes a look at my face, "Wow, you've gone really crimson. You know that right?" My mouth stretches into a pout. Yes, I know I'm blushing like a lovesick fourteen year old but tell that to my face! I can't control it! His amber eyes stare into mine, just a bit darker than the colour of honey. He's really beautifu- no, you're mad at him remember. He gave you a lovely kiss in front of the whole school, then he appears to be making fun of you by smirking with the same mouth that you want to kiss and to top it all off, he's carrying you bridal style of all fucking things! Yeah right, like you want to kiss him. Fuck. I do. "You look so cute like that." He whispers. I don't think he has any idea I heard him. More blood rushes to my cheeks as I try stammer out a reply. It takes a while for me to notice we're mid air and for some reason, I sink further into his arms, head against his chest.

"Oh, shit. You heard me, didn't you?" He questions me. In that moment I can't control my movements and move abruptly up, a hand against his cheek. And I kiss him. Our lips are interlocked and it's good. It is so good. He laces his arms around my body to keep me from falling. My hands are in his hair, he's pulling me closer and I let him. I don't know why it's been like this since the day I've met him. I didn't believe in love at first sight and I still don't but I do believe there was some instant attraction. At least, on my part. I'm holding on for dear life. I trust Leon, he would never let me fall. As stupid as he may be, I trust him. Neither of us are pulling away, the kiss is deepening and it doesn't seem like it will end anytime soon. I wonder if kissing the guy you love, no, hate feels this way. So exhilarating. So... heavenly. It's like a giant chocolate bar. You just keep eating more and more even though you know that, in the end, you will be sick. That's what it's like kissing Leon. I know that the ending will not be good but it keeps happening anyway. I guess that's what happens when you fall in love for the first time.

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There is an awkward silence from the point where we stopped kissing to when we landed. I mean, how are you supposed to pick up from a mid air kiss and a whole bunch of sexual tension? You can't. Our bodies are moving in sync, even our feet are matching. This just makes it more awkward in my opinion. I didn't know what is should say after I kissed him: 'Oh  yes. By the way, I like you.' Being the socially awkward person I am, I have no otherworldly idea on what to say. It's not fair to leave Leon in the dark. He's probably so confused and it's my stupid fault. How to start off?

"Hey..." Very good, start a conversation casually. You can do this. But what am I going to do? Ask him out? How the hell does one ask a person out?! "Hi. You ok?" He glances to the side where I am walking. "Um, I guess?" It comes out as a question rather than an answer. Stupid. "I'm sorry for making you fly. I know you're not used to it and that you're afraid of heights and I- I'm sorry." Christ, he's apologising. "It's fine. I was kind of distracted with... you know."
"We tend to do that a lot, don't we? It's strange." Oh God. We're talking about the kiss. We're having The Talk. Oh God. "Why did you, like, kiss me?" Yep. The Talk. Help me. I want to die! "Um. I, uh." I can't find the words. Because you're annoying. Because you're also incredibly attractive and a great person underneath the annoyingness. Because I'm in love- no, not in love. Because I like you. "Because..." I move closer to him.

We've stopped and I face him, looking into his eyes. You can do this, Em. You can do this. However, instead of speaking I pull him into me, an arm snaked around his waist, our lips touching again. I can feel his heartbeat quickening, I can feel his cheeks becoming hot, I can feel him relaxing into me, enjoying it, letting me take control. Letting me take control. God, that is such a good feeling. I lick his lips, asking for entrance. He grants me it and everything feels so good. Leon Wang, you make me feel alive. You bring emotions into me that I didn't know I was even capable of feeling. The kiss ends and his face is so red. It's so adorable that I have to resist the urge to kiss him again. His mouth is hanging slightly agape and that does not help the longing within me. "Because you're absolutely fucking adorable and I'm in love with you." I whisper, loud enough for him to hear. Hold up, like not love! Oh my God, I did not mean to say that! Abort ship! He looks straight into my eyes. His are shining, bright, beautiful.

"You're in love with me?" His question is barely audible, that seems to be the main running theme today with us. "Well, you see, I meant to say I like you but it came out as I love you and-" I pause, noticing him fiddling with his hair. He's nervous. So nervous. So am I. But he's so cute- "Yeah, Ég elska þig... I love you." I look away. And now, I will experience rejection for the first time. Our friendship will be ruined. God, it will be so awkward. "I'm in love with you as well. Ngóh oi néih. I, like, love you, Em." My eyes lift up to meet his. His hand grabs mine. "I've liked you for quite a while." He looks sheepish. God, he's so cute. How does one ask another out? "Will you go out with me?" My voice works on its own. I guess that's how. "Yes. I, like, will." Leon smiles at me, finally not displaying a smirk. "I'm glad we figured that out," he exclaims and then proceeds to plant a kiss on my cheek.

"Am I interrupting anything?" A female voice perks up. Long blonde hair, dark blue eyes, a white bow on top of her head, a stern expression. Natalya Braginsky. A terrifying girl who is overly obsessed with her older brother, Ivan. The same Ivan that scares the absolute shit out of me. The same Ivan that could end up being Leon's brother in law. Holy shit. Help me. I practically jump away from Leon, "No, you weren't- Um, nothing happened!" My voice goes an octave higher. Shit. Her eyebrows rise, curious, "Sure I wasn't. You two ready to see him?" My heart needs to slow down. Her eyes stare into our souls, it's like she's judging my every move. God, why does she look like she wants to kill me? "Absolutely. How 'bout you, Em?" Leon glances at me. I open my mouth and quote Mikey Way, "Fuckin' ready." He smirks at me, understanding the reference. I guess this really is love-
Not that I will ever admit it to myself.

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This chapter focuses a lot on Hongice, which wasn't the initial plan but I'm glad with how it turned out. I have discovered that I like writing as Iceland with all his pessimism and sarcasm.

So sorry about the slow updates. I was in a really crucial exam year but they were cancelled so I have the free time to write lots now. Expect more updates soon.

Here's a Hetalia picture:

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

Bye!
~Peanutsfan1