Woo! My first story post! :D I'm so psyched. Lately, my favorite pairing has been DenNor (DenmarkxNorway). Those two are just so cute. Not to mention Denmark is just plain amazing. XD Alright, first off, Hetalia and its characters do not belong to me. If it did, Germany would knock up Italy with the amount of times they do it, Sweden would always be naked and Romano would just admit to loving Spain more often. Lol Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. Second, Mathias Køhler is referring to Denmark and Lukas Bondevik refers to Norway. (Hopefully, those two get OFFICIAL names soon.)

Let me just say I love my job. Who wouldn't love a job where you see a stripper or two on stage and get free alcohol after hours? Not to mention my boss isn't too hard on the eyes either. But today was just...agonizingly boring.

So there I was, sitting behind the counter and watching bar patrons enter and leave, some of them tipsy as hell or just barely buzzed. (Half of them have a hot chick or a handsome guy too.) Just watching these people having a good time was getting me in a good mood, despite my eternal perch on the bar stool next to the beer keg.

Each order rolled over my head as I watched, just hoping for a fight or something to break out. It was a good thing that Italian's shift happened to be the same as mine today, because I wasn't paying attention at all. This job had its perks, but even then it was boring as hell when there wasn't any excitement.

I sighed, eyes half lidded as I put my cheek in my hand and leaning my elbow on the counter. Some girl just slapped who I guess thought they were a ladies' man. Another girl was starting a grind train on the dance floor. All of this was just too typical. I needed something exciting to happen, or I'll most certainly die right where I sat.

"Ve~! Mathias!" Here we go…

I looked over my shoulder at my Italian colleague, giving him the same look as I normally did. This guy was a riot when he was drunk, sure. But ever since he and my boss, Ludwig, started getting "down and dirty", Feliciano has just been a total kiss up.

"What's up?" I asked him, sitting up a little straighter. I have no doubt in my mind I'm getting blamed for his stupidity (again).

"Would you mind covering my shift? My brother needs a ride home again." He pointed to his older brother at the end of the bar, his dark brown haired head down on the counter with an empty wine glass in his hand. While I was mopping after hours a few days ago, I heard he was involved in the local mafia from some Spanish guy who was dragging him home, Antonio. But that guy seemed like a total airhead, so I took it to be a rumor.

I put on a failed attempt at a smile and nodded. "Yeah, sure. Drive safe." I replied, standing up and taking away his brother's glass.

"Thanks Matt!" I winced at the nickname. I didn't exactly want him calling me that. Otherwise people would start thinking we were having an affair.

He took off his apron and threw it over his shoulder before running over to grab Lovino by his armpits and drag him towards the door. As he did so, Lovino started to feebly freak out, flailing weakly at Feliciano with his balled up fists. "Let go of me!" He hiccupped. "I'm fine!"

"No you're not, Lovino." I heard the door slam after that, more protests from outside being muffled by the walls.

And now continues my boredom. I actually pulled my weight around the bar, refilling glasses, kicking people out, and acting as a security guard once when someone was being sexually harassed by a French guy on the dance floor. That was the most excitement I had gotten then.

After shoving the blond haired, French pervert out the door, I regained my perch behind the bar and took up my usual bored position, frowning even more than before.

"Tino, I don't want to be here." Well that was a new voice. I picked up my head and looked at the front door.

"But Lukas! It's good to let go once in a while!" I smiled. That voice, I knew all too well.

"Hey, Tino!" I exclaimed, slamming my hands down on the counter. Last time I saw him here, he had managed to pick up that Swedish guy that was brooding in the corner. "Long time, no see!"

My small blond friend glanced at me before grinning and running over to give me an awkward hug across the bar. His violet eyes seemed as happy as ever, widened as if he had seen Santa himself on Christmas Eve.

"Mattie! It's good to see you." His smile was ever so stuck on his face. It was a rare occurrence to see him with a sad or angry expression. Then again, he was probably the most normal person I know. Except for the name, of course. These Finnish people must be really creative or something: Tino Väinämöinen. Yeesh…that was a tongue twister all on its own. Plus he managed to bribe my boss to let him drink here despite him being a year underage. That or his new boyfriend managed to scare the living daylights out of him. (I highly doubt that though.) "Have you met my cousin?" He motioned to the man sitting next to him.

I stopped for a second as I stared at him. This guy, for some reason, had a scowl pasted onto his reluctant face as he crossed his arms. His short light blond hair had a little cross barrette holding a chunk of it back, revealing his dull, expressionless blue eyes to the rest of the world. He even had a little curl that seemed to float independently from his head, just taunting everyone with its presence. He was shorter than me; even though he was sitting, I can tell it wouldn't even make a difference if he was standing next to me.

Was it just me, or was it getting hot in here?

"No… Can't say I have." I smirked and leaned in front of this stranger, raising an eyebrow. "Mind telling me who you are, Sweet Cheeks?" Oh, I'm good.

He rolled his eyes and looked at Tino with a disapproving look. "Please don't tell him…"

"But Lukas, he's a good guy."

"That's what you said about Berwald."

"He's a great guy! He's just a little...um, rough," He squirmed uncomfortably on his stool. "Is all."

"Psh, sure."

I grinned. "So your name's Lukas?"

Lukas looked up at me and glared. "Yeah. And?"

I held my hands up and toned down my expression a little, smiling instead. "Hey, I'm just trying to be social here. You're the one giving me the cold shoulder."

"Well I don't like being hit on by low life bartenders with bad hair." He sneered.

"For your information, it's not bad hair." I ran my hand through said golden locks. "It's stylishly messy." I looked out of the corner of my eyes sensually at him, trying to analyze his reaction. He didn't take his gaze away from me, but it wasn't exactly a turned on stare.

"Sure it is. Would you just get him some beers before Tino here explodes from anticipation."

Tino giggled next to him, hand over his mouth. "You two are so funny. Get me some salmiakki beer, please." He asked, plopping some bills down on the counter.

"Nothing for me… Under aged." Lukas sighed.

Maybe if I get on Lukas' good side, he'll warm up to me. I smirked at the idea and fulfilled Tino's order before dragging my stool over to Lukas and sitting in front of him. "So tell me about yourself. You single?"

Lukas jumped a little on his stool before glaring at me. "What?"

"Are you single? Certainly a guy of your caliber must have some other guys drooling at your feet."

Tino laughed again interrupting my flirting for a quick second. "He's single, but I've been telling him to get a boyfriend sooner or later." At least now I know he's gay.

"Why'd you have to tell him that?" Lukas muttered, looking down at his lap with a bit of nervousness in his eyes.

Maybe to hint that he trusts me with his cousin. I thought to myself. With that, I raised an eyebrow at him and inched a little closer. "Well, you're single. That's always good to know." Lukas scoffed at that comment. "How old are you?"

"That's for me to know and you to never-" He was cut off by a certain Finnish man.

"He's eighteen, Mattie!"

I smirked at Lukas before glancing at Tino. "Thanks." My gaze back on my newest toy, I held my hand out to him. "I'm Mathias Køhler, age twenty one. Pleasure to meet you."*

He stared warily at my hand before taking it and shaking, a manly grip severely lacking. "Sure. Whatever…"

"More beer!" Tino demanded from the sidelines, an almost obnoxious slam of his glass on wood bringing me out of my flirting for a quick second. With the now buzzed Finn preoccupied, I could get back to work.

"So…" I trailed off in feigned innocence, giving him another sultry look. "You a virgin?"

"…." Silence and a hard blush from Lukas later, he raised his hand and slapped me, my cheek instantly turning red from the impact. Even Tino jumped at the sound of Lukas' palm attacking my cheek, both of us staring at him in disbelief.

My hand instinctively going to rub my cheek, I spoke. "Damn man. It was just a question."

"A very intrusive one." Lukas retorted, narrowing his eyes at me. "I swear, if Tino's Swedish friend with benefits was here, your ass would be grass."

I blinked. I've met Tino's newest catch, Berwald Oxentierna, before, and one thing's for sure; if a friend of his needs his help, he's quick to act. Especially since he seems to hate me… God knows why that is. I gulped, taking a small step back. I didn't need a reason for Lukas to blow the whistle and have his and Tino's guard dog pop out of nowhere. Kind of like that bulldog in Tom and Jerry! Man, I haven't seen that show in a while…

"But Lukie," Tino said, hand on his cousin's shoulder. "Matt's just trying to make small talk."

"By asking whether or not I'm a virgin?" Lukas basically screamed at Tino.

I interjected by saying, "Hey, it seems like a good ice breaker."

Tino glanced at me, his eyes warning me not to say anymore. From the look on Lukas' face, it seemed like his warning was correct. "I refuse to be hit on by some lowlife," He stood and shot daggers straight into my eyes. "Nosey," He started jabbing at my chest accusingly with his finger with every word he said. "Cocky, rat's nest haired, no good bartender in the worst part of town!"

Damn, someone should bottle up that anger and make a weapon of mass destruction out of it.

I stared at him with wide eyes, a cold sweat forming on my brow. No one has ever spoken to me like that before. What was it about his explosion, though, that seemed to get me both scared and excited at once? Was I really getting enjoyment out of making this guy blow his top? Or was it fear of having Berwald beat me to next winter making my heart race?

Yep. It had to be the latter of the two. Why else would I be sweating like this?

All I was able to do was stare at him in utter shock, watching his red face turn into a slight pink as he turned away quickly on his heel and head for the door. "Get Berwald to drive you home, Tino. I don't need this."

Tino watched him leave like I did, the doors slamming behind him as he stormed out into the cold autumn air. The Finn in front of me sighed, shaking his head. "He'll lighten up eventually. You're just a stranger, so he doesn't want to get into any potential trouble."

His comment made me smirk. Well, we met. We know each other. He definitely won't forget who I was after tonight. And after meeting a good looking person like that, how could I ever possibly forget that nice piece of ass' name? I leaned on the counter of the bar again, the music in the room fading into a dull background noise in my ears as I stared at the door, mesmerized. No one has ever rejected my flirting before. I'll be damned to the deepest pits of Hell if I'll let him get away so easily. "Yeah… I see what you mean."

I'll get him to warm up to me, and when I finally do, he'll be nothing but attractive putty in my hands just begging to be stretched. And oh, how I'll enjoy stretching him when the time comes…

*"Thanks." My gaze back on my newest toy, I held my hand out to him. "I'm Mathias Køhler, age twenty one. Pleasure to meet you."*- There is no official age (or birth date, for that matter) for Denmark. So I made a guesstimate based on his looks. Please don't brick me if it's off. :/

A/N: Oh Mattie. You dirty boy you. XD Woo! Done! I hope you enjoyed this, 'cuz I certainly enjoyed writing it. Sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors. Reviews are greatly appreciated! Any constructive criticism or praise is more then welcome! :D