Hi!

I'm a girl from Denmark, and while I still remember, thank you so much to Multicultureiskey for reading this chapter through for mistakes.

Anyways, I'm a girl from Denmark, as I said before, and this is the first Hetalia story I've written. You must be aware of the fact that the nations are not nations in this story and I will use their human names.

I will probably use some Danish words because the story takes place in Denmark, but I will translate them in the end of each chapter.

But let's get on to the story.

(Hetalia does not belong to me, in case you couldn't figure out)

It looked like an ordinary restaurant from the outside and it looked like an ordinary restaurant from the inside. No one would ever think of this place as anything but an ordinary restaurant. But this restaurant was hiding a lot of secrets. Most of them involving the owner, Jakob. But we will get back to that.

The restaurant's name was Memadin, and was located in the capital of Denmark, Copenhagen. Many people from all over the world visited this place every day, and they all went home afterwards happy and satisfied. The people working there also looked happy. Especially this guy, who was currently standing in front of a small family. His hair was spiked, and he was tall. The small sign on his shirt showed the name 'Matthias'.

The man in front of him had brown hair and brown eyes. He was holding his wife's hand, and the small girl beside him looked like his daughter. He looked at Matthias' hair with disbelief, before he spoke.

"Hello. We have reserved a table for three."

Matthias gave them a wide smile and nodded. "This way, please." He began walking towards a table. The family followed him. He handed them the menu as soon as they were sitting down. Then he walked back to the door.

He loved to stand there, just looking at the people passing by. It amazed him to think of how all those people had a life, had family, had thoughts and decisions. And all of those people knew someone else who had a whole other life with different decisions. It was a crazy thought, but he sometimes wondered what it would be like if you could read everyone's thoughts. People always said that it would be really cool to be able to hear others' thoughts, but you would probably go crazy, considering how many people there are in the world.

"Hello?"

A voice cut him out of his thoughts. It was a hard voice, but with a soft inflection. The owner was standing in front of him, his hair blond and flat. A small silver cross was holding some of his bangs out of his face, and he was smaller than Matthias. He was wearing a blue sweater, and he had some papers in his hand.

"Oh... Hi... Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts."

The man rolled his eyes at Matthias' words. "Yeah, I could figure that out. Anyway, I'm here to speak about a job." Matthias looked confused for a couple of seconds, before he nodded. He couldn't take his eyes of the man. His first word to describe him would be beautiful, even though he didn't really like to describe men as beautiful.

"Right. This way," he said, and began walking towards the kitchen door. The man followed. "What's your name?"

The man looked at Matthias for a couple of seconds, as if he wasn't expecting to receive that question, before answering. "Lukas."

Matthias smiled. "That's a great name."

The smell of food filled the room as soon as Matthias opened the doorpost the kitchen. Lukas could hear the sounds of pans and talking everywhere, along with the loud grumbling sound of the ovens.

"A gåsesteg to table four!" Someone behind them yelled, making Lukas jump a little. Another small man stood behind him, with a big smile on his face. The name Tino was written on his sign, and he gave Matthias a short wave before he grabbed some plates and hurried out into the restaurant. Matthias smiled and waved back, before he continued to the white door on the other side of the room.

Lukas followed the tall, blonde man in. Matthias stopped as they reached their destination, and knocked three times on the door before he entered. The office was big and clean, and everything in the room seemed either white, black or grey. Even the man sitting behind the desk had black hair. He looked up from the computer monitor as the two blondes walked in to the room. A big smile appeared on his lips, but Lukas didn't like the smile. There was something about it that seemed unnatural.

"Hello, Matthias. Who is your friend?" His voice was deep and friendly, and had, just like his smile, something weird about it. Lukas could already tell he didn't like this man. But he needed money to keep him and his brother from starving.

"Jakob, this is Lukas. Lukas, this is Jakob Hansen. Lukas is here to hear about the job," Matthias said, sounding like him and Lukas were old friends, and stepped back so Lukas could get past him. Lukas stepped closer to the desk, and once more got the feeling of something unnatural when the man motioned for him to sit down. He did so.

"Matthias, you can go now." Jakob said, and Lukas moved his eyes to the tall man realizing that he still was in the room. Matthias still had a big smile on his face, and Lukas began to wonder why this man looked so happy all the time.

"I have something to talk with you about afterwards..." He said, almost like he wanted to have an excuse for staying in the room. The man behind the desk frowned. His eyes became a bit darker, but Lukas didn't notice. "You can wait outside the door." Matthias almost looked like his smile was going to disappear, but then it just became wider. He nodded and gave a thumb up for his chef before he turned around and walked out of the door.

"So, Lukas. Tell me something about yourself."

Lukas looked back at the man, confused by his words. It was a weird question to begin with. He was used to questions like 'what is your name' or 'do you have any experience with this job'. No one ever asked about him personally. But Jakob probably didn't mean it like that. Perhaps he just used the wrong words.

"Well, I have worked on a restaurant before, but that was back in Norway. I was-"

"So you've lived in Norway, huh?" Jakob interrupted him, making Lukas lift an eyebrow. Why the hell did this man want to know if he had lived in Norway? How did that have anything to do with the job?

"Yes I have... But as I was about to say-"

"Were you born there?" Once more, Lukas was interrupted by Jakob. The blonde man was not one to talk so much, especially not about himself, and especially not to strangers. If he had been somewhere else, talking to someone else, that person would not have gotten an answer. But he needed this job, and he had to answer Jakob's questions even though he didn't want to.

"...Yes, I was. "

"Why did you move?"

"Because of some family problems..."

"Which family problems?"

This conversation was becoming too personal for Lukas to handle, future boss or not.

"What is the job about?" He asked, ignoring Jakob's last question. The black haired man smirked a bit, and once again, Lukas became aware of the fact that he didn't like this man.

Luckily, Jakob just began to speak about the job, and didn't ask any more questions throughout the whole conversation. Lukas was told to wait a couple of days for the answer, and he left the place as soon as he got out of the door. He did see the tall blonde man waving to him as he left, but he acted as if he didn't see it.

Little did he know that this place would be where he would spend his life in the next few years.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Feel free to review. I know you probably hate when people asks for reviews, but it's really nice to hear from someone so you know that they are reading your story. And I really need the motivation.

Gåsesteg: A Danish dish. Gås means goose. Go look it up if you want to know more about it. :)

Have a nice day! (Or evening, depending on where you are)