APH Fic: Prompts
Title: Prompts
Author: Jyonrai
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters/Pairings: France x South Korea (x North Korea)
Word Count: 1,469
Rating: T
Copyright: Prompts©2009, and the plot contained here in the copyright of Jyonrai (author, publisher) - All Rights Reserved.
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia.
Prompts
#1 - Taekwondo
Yong Soo considered Francis to be his best friend in the whole world. It made much sense after all. The both of them thought at the same wavelength and shared the same hobbies and interests. The Korean could do anything with the Frenchman, and the latter never tried to shut him off because of his hyperactive personality like his siblings (especially Aniki and old man Japan) had done so many times before. The European never scoffed at his ideas nor treated him like he was some kind of recalcitrant child. Francis saw him as his equal and always listened patiently with a sincere, kind smile on his face to all of Yong Soo’s ideas (even to the ones that the Asian found outrageous himself) and laughed at his attempts at humor.
This proved to be very advantageous when Francis started to frequently fly to the peninsula to strengthen the France-South Korea relations. And although the blond’s visits were because of political reasons, the raven-haired youth was just delighted. He always treasured his friend’s presence, and he went out of his way just to give the other the best accommodation possible (because great accommodation was invented in Korea after all). The days the two spent together were some of the happiest times the young nation had for a long time, and much to Yong Soo’s joy, it seemed to be the same for Francis…
…Which is why he was so concerned when he saw the Frenchman’s crestfallen face during one of their dinners.
“What’s the matter, Francis-shi?” asked the Korean across the round, white, lace table clothed table the two sat around.
“A-ah!” Francis snapped back to reality. “No-nothing, mon ami. I’m just tired.”
“Is it because of your constant flights to my house?”
“Actually, oui. It is because of my constant flights. I was never one that could handle trips on planes very well…”
The young Asian lowered his head shamefully with a small pout on his lips. “Oh- I’m really sorry! That was really selfish of me… I knew that I should have suggested that I should go to France instead, but I just wanted to show you all the things I invented and…” he trailed off.
“Non!” Francis chirped, shaking his palms in front of his chest to assure the other. “It’s fine! Ju- just don’t feel bad! I really like being in le Corea. Really! It’s just-“
But before he was able to finish his apologies, Yong Soo quickly snapped his head upright with a twinkle in his inky eyes. “Hey, Francis-shi! I just thought of something!”
The European promptly stopped shaking his palms and preferred to raise one of his eyebrows in curiosity instead. “Wha-what is it, mon ami?”
“Remember the martial art that I told you I invented?!” he said with a huge grin.
“Oui. Taekwondo, was it?”
“Yes! That! And what does Taekwondo specialize in?”
“Ummm…kicking, right? Taekwondo practitioners are have very strong and accurate kicks?”
“Mhm!”
“Wha-what about it, Yong Soo?” At this point, one could tell the nervousness in Francis’ voice.
The youth’s smile just grew even wider. “Hey! Wanna faster and cheaper way to fly back to France?! I can’t guarantee the landing though…”
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Arthur stopped mixing his potion. For some strange reason, he had the sudden urge to fly to South Korea and learn Taekwondo.
#2 - Trash Can
Francis was a little more than surprised to find Yong Soo sprawled inside the Frenchman’s dumpster, seemingly half-dead.
“Le Corea! What are you doing in there?!”
“Aniki and old man Japan threw me in here! Just because I told them that Asia originated in me!” the Korean mumbled, swatting away an offending banana peel off his head.
Francis just laughed as he assisted the Korean out of the trash bin and gave the young Asian a peck on the forehead.
Yong Soo was surely not a piece of trash. He was Francis’ treasure.
#3 - Soufflé
Sometimes, when he wasn’t hanging out with his brother or America nor engaging in Taekwondo training nor practicing his break dance moves, Yong Soo would spend his afternoon baking cakes.
It was a hobby of Francis that rubbed off on him over time. Francis would often visit the Korean’s house, bringing a large box of cake. The European brought many different cakes - some tall, others round, and others again unconventionally-shaped but still pleasing to the eyes - of various colors and fancy designs, but no matter what kind of cake he would bring, he would always proudly proclaim that it was made with his infinite love for the Korean. Yong Soo would give the Frenchman a big, childish smile and give him a big hug as he silently vowed that he would give an even greater cake to the European the next time he would visit France…
…But this cake wasn’t for Francis…
It was for his betrothed, Hyung. Due to their leaders’ unanimous decision, the two of them were to be unified once and for all. The wedding would take place two weeks from now.
Yong Soo’s leader suggested that South Korea should start becoming more accommodating to his northern brother and make a cake for North Korea like he always did for France.
He had already mixed the ingredients and was just about to pop the mixture into the oven. He was preparing a soufflé, the cake that Francis liked the most. If he liked it, then his brother would too.
A small smile crept to his lips when he remembered the time when he baked Francis a soufflé for the very first time.
The raven-haired youth was clumsy enough to accidentally spill the concoction on himself.
After he was clean, Yong Soo was determined not to screw it up again and put all his effort into baking the cake. Much to his disappointment, it didn’t come out nearly as beautifully as the soufflé that Francis had given him a day ago. It was looked all beaten up and unsymmetrical that it made his heart sink. He wanted to make a cake that Francis would love! He felt the pinpricks of tears forming at the edges of his eyes, but he quickly looked up when he felt the back of Francis’ hand wipe away his tears.
“Don’t be sad, mon ami! Look! It’s still inflated!”
“S-so what! It isn’t worth eating! I messed up like I always do!” Yong Soo whimpered, rubbing his eyes.
Francis just placed a comforting hand on the Korean’s shoulder. “Non! It may not look like other soufflés, but you didn’t screw up! Usually, this kind of cake would deflate if not made in the proper steps. You put a lot of love into making this, didn’t you?”
The young Asian couldn’t only nod weakly.
“That’s the secret of this cake: if you don’t put love and care into making it, then it will deflate after just pricking it with a stick! Oui, see here!”
The Frenchman produced a stick out of his apron and gave the cake a thorough pierce. “See! It’s still inflated!”
He always picked out a fork from his apron, took off a piece and promptly brought it to his mouth.
“It’s delicious, mon ami! Just see for yourself!”
The Frenchman took off another piece, walked over to the Korean and offered the fork to him.
Yong Soo hesitantly accepted the fork and ate cake bit. It was just as Francis had said. It was delicious. Different from the taste of Francis’ soufflé, but still delicious all the same.
“I’m really glad that you made me a cake for me,” Francis said with a kind smile on his face. Merci beaucoup…”
Ever since then, the raven-haired youth had been practicing baking soufflés for the blond many times, and he was glad to say that none of his cakes had deflated yet!
Sadly, he wouldn’t be making cake for Francis anymore. His leader had cut the ties between the two nations, and he hadn’t seen the Frenchman since…b-but it was okay because he wanted to reunite with his brother and he loved Hyung so very much, and…
The oven timer rang, bringing him back to reality. It was finished already?
He walked over the oven and brought out a hot soufflé with mittened hands. It was the perfect shape of a soufflé - perfectly round.
He held out a thin stick. After this, he could finally give it to Hyung and…
The soufflé promptly deflated at the stick’s touch. The beautiful soufflé was reduced into a flat, unappealing excuse of a cake.
A large frown was plastered on Yong Soo’s face as he felt hot tears trail down his cheeks.
He was deceiving himself the whole time after all.
He wasn’t in love with Hyung at all…
He was still madly in love with Francis…
Author’s Notes: Darn it! This drabble thing ended up being WAAAAY longer than I expected it to be! OTL It’s 1:40 AM. :| WTH?!
Oh well! FrancexS.Korea is awesome! I crammed humor and fluff and angst in one fic! Yay me!
I took time out of my killer schedule to bring this to you because I don’t feel like sleeping or doing homework. :P I hope that you liked it!