Club Y.A.O.I of Hetalia
Disclaimer for the whole story: I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia...my major fail skills will infect it anyways, if I did. So I amuse myself by writing fanfiction.
Warnings : Yaoi, and my fail?skills
It must be mentioned that I'm not even in high school yet, so I have no experience in how to make a club...I just know that you can. So, if there are some things that don't add up, ignore it~! Or tell me!
"Kiku, why did you call me today? You know I run a tight schedule." The female voice seemingly floated out of nowhere, due to the oppressing darkness in the Young Achiever's Otaku Investigator clubroom (YAOI club for short). The lights were off for unknown reasons.
"I have some interesting new regarding our lovely friends Alfred Jones and Arthur Kirkland," this voice, too, came from the darkness, but it was a lilting male voice, burred with an Oriental accent.
"Oh really now? Do tell - would it have something to do with our ulterior motive?" The female's voice perked with interest.
"Indeed it is, Elizabeta-chan. We might as well call this our first case. Watch this, I recorded it yesterday."
Suddenly, a screen in the room flickered on, lighting up the few faces in the clubroom. There was no time to scrutinize their faces, though, for the screen shows a video - seemingly taken by camera.
Two teenagers fill the screen, both blond - though that is as far as the similarities go. One is an American, and his blue eyes twinkle merrily while draping an arm around the other's shoulders. Said American is talking cheerfully around a mouthful of a hamburger.
The other blond is scowling angrily, and is British. His bottle-green eyes glints maliciously as he swings an arm at the offending American, who simply bounces back and put his arm around the Briton's shoulders again, laughing all the way.
Sadly, the TV screen could not produce sound, because the club's funds were low. So none could hear what the conversation was about.
The American was Alfred Jones. The Briton was Arthur Kirkland.
The Asian's voice cut through to reality. "Watch closely at Arthur-san's face when Alfred-san says something...."
Right on cue, Alfred says something cheerfully, and Arthur's face lights up a deep red before he splutters and tries to retort.
The video is paused - and the Asian voice - Honda Kiku, or Kiku Honda in the Western world - spoke again, quietly.
"See Arthur-san's face? He is blushing furiously...and watch when Alfred-san looks away."
The video resumes, and when Alfred is distracted by an ice cream truck one would notice Arthur allowing himself a small smile.
"There. See, Elizabeta-chan? Though small, Arthur-san definitely smiled there. Have you ever heard of the Japanese term tsundere?"
"Yes, I have, but -"
"Do you see the potential of these two as our first case, Elizabeta-chan?"
"Ah, so that is what you are hinting at. Oh! - But we would need them close, so we can keep an eye on them...and not to mention the..."
"Pictures." The two voices said simultaneously.
"Ah, it is truly wonderful to have a friend with the same passion as you, ne, Elizabeta-chan?"
"Indeed it is, Kiku. I really don't feel as lonely anymore."
"Let's hatch a plan...." Two figures rose and turned on a light, revealing a short Asian, a brown-haired girl with a flower pin in her hair, and another person tied to a chair, a dark bit of hair defying gravity as he struggled against his bonds.
Paying no attention to the tied-up teenager, the two others walked to a table, pulled out a piece of paper, and began to plan.
"Look here, if you two won't include me in this conversation of yours, why drag me along to join your club?" An impatient voice interrogated Kiku Honda and Elizabeta Héderváry.
"But Roderich~! If you don't have three people in a club, we can't really be a club! We needed you!" The female - Elizabeta - looked over at the person tied to the chair.
"Well then, why tie me to a chair?! I'm quite fine on my own, thank you very much!" The teen struggled against his bonds, only succeeding to contract rope burn.
"Well, we don't really know if you'd stay is you knew what this club is for...," Elizabeta trailed off. "Anyways, Kiku, let's explain to Roderich what a tsundere is."
"Certainly," Kiku responded smoothly."Roderich-san, there's a certain type of person who acts aloof against the person they love - in Japanese, that is translated to tsuntsun. However, if something is triggered with the tsundere, usually being alone, they will act love struck around their partner - which is deredere in Japanese. And it seems that our dear friend Arthur-san is a tsundere towards Alfred-san."
"Well, that's wonderful," Roderich responded dryly. "But - why am I tied up, and why are we investigating this - tsundere - anyways? Hell, what is this whole club about?" Try as he might, Roderich felt his anger ebbing away, to be replaced by numbness. He should be used to is by now, really, being around the Bad Friends Trio, Elizabeta, and Kiku.
At this seemingly innocent question, the two stood up, eyes sparkling.
"We investigate otaku!"
"We make doujinshi and fanfiction!"
"And best of all..."
"We are cupids for yaoi couples!" The two yelled together at the end statement.
"Though our club might seem to be solely for examining the ways of otaku, our ulterior motive lies in the initials of our club - YAOI!" Kiku finished with a flourish.
"And pray tell, what is 'yaoi'?"
Elizabeta fidgeted and coughed. "Well, first, promise me you won't run when I say this."
"You think I can run, what with my being tied to a chair?"
"True. Well, yaoi...is gay men. So, our ulterior motive is to help struggling gay relationships," Elizabeta said feebly.
"Roderich? Roderich! Kiku, I think he fainted! HELP!"
I'm oh-so sorry, Elizabeta!! In this fanfic, you're the crazy yaoi lover who will do a LOT to get her yaoi fix! I need to remind myself to write something nice about you later! /reminds self
Ooh, my first multi-fic chapter! Thank you all to those who commented or favorited my other fic, "Plane Misadventures." You gave me the courage to (finally) upload this!