"I really thought he was the one this time, Lukas, I really did," Matthias sobbed in to his arms, alcohol on his breath. Lukas set down his coffee and sat next to Matthias.

"You only knew him for three days," He tells him, it's harsh, but true. Matthias had found his way back to Lukas' apartment for what seemed the umpteenth time this month; just to break down about blind love and broken hearts.

"I loved him!" Matthias shouts and Lukas' swears he can hear his heart shatter, it's pounding so hard in his chest he feels as if he is dying, but he practically is though.

"You only knew him for three days, Matthias, three fucking days!" His voice is louder than it usually is when he's mad. He's showing more emotion than he ever would. He pushed Matthias out of his embrace.

"Like you would ever understand love Lukas, you can't even express emotions on your face, how could you ever express something like love?" He demands. Lukas of course knows he only is saying this because he's drunk but it doesn't make it hurt less. He heart bursts inside his chest."If Lukas wasn't completely head over heels for the man sitting in front of him, he would have kicked him out right then. But, Lukas loved him. Though, he hated to admit it because he knew Matthias would never love him back, he did. He had chosen to remain silent and let Matthias rant.

Still Matthias words stung him and Lukas' heart pounded harder. Why couldn't Matthias love him back? Lukas' hands shook slightly as Matthias went back to sobbing loudly in his arms, he slowly rubbed the latter's back with one hand. How many times had they gone through this routine? How many times just this year? Just this month? Lukas knew that just this month was more than he could count on one hand, though it was near the end of the month; it was more than a normal man ever would.

But, Matthias was not normal in anyway, personality wise and Lukas knew that. He also knew that was another reason why it would never work out, they were too different. As Matthias held on to him shaking, crying, and smelling of alcohol, Lukas felt the need to cry as well, but for Matthias he kept his emotionless face and comforted him. His tears could always wait for later.

He held Matthias closer to him, ignoring the loud beating of his heart, ignoring the urge to kiss him right there and then. Right now Matthias' needs ranked higher than his. He let out a deep breath, trying again to count how many times he's done this, ever since Matthias' break up with Berwald, so almost 5 or 6 years. Lukas could feel himself starting to cry, but wiped the tear before Matthias could see, emotionless, he would be emotionless. Lukas knew feelings caused trouble, only damaged more things, he had learned that the hard way.

Lukas comforted Matthias until he was okay to leave, until over whomever he was going on about and Matthias was. He just needed to get it off his chest. It was now nearly three in the morning and Matthias was leaving. He thanked Lukas for listening, clearly not remembering the fighting, patted him on the back and left. Lukas closed the door behind him, resting his head on the door he let a few tears slip.

That night wasn't the first, and would never be the last time he cried himself to sleep. But to Lukas it felt worse than every other time he did before, his body shook, and his nails dug into his skin, and he sobbed harder than any other night before.

Another Angst-y story! Yay... ;-;

Because there isn't enough DenNor angst. But, I've notice, if it's one-sided it's always Denmark is in love with Norway, so I figured a switch.

If I have any spelling or grammar errors, please tell me.

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