Lukas was simmering with a tranquil fury as he stared at Mathias.
A leggy brunette, a petite blonde and pixie-like red-head were gathered around Mathias, who was animatedly telling them a story, waving his hands around like he was conducting an orchestra.
The girls were enthralled. Their made-up eyes and perfectly manicured eyebrows were wide and raised to communicate their interest in Mathias' babbling.
The brunette, clearly the most ambitious of the trio, leaned in ever so slightly to Mathias and touched his forearm. Her blonde compatriot giggled cutely at the punchline of his joke. The red-head made her own sassy comment.
These girls were flirting with Mathias. And he appeared to be flirting back.
"Your accent is so cute, where are you from?"
"Oh my gosh, you are too funny!"
"I love that movie. Are you a fan of Ingmar Bergman?"
"Haha, Denmark is a lot of fun in the summertime."
"I've never been before!"
"I'm really interested in how they do that."
Back and forth. Tete-a-tete. Adorable banter. Did he ever banter with Mathias? They certainly went back and forth but their banter usually involved insults and threats of violence.
Lukas gnashed his teeth is frustration and assessed the group.
Blondie wore too much eye makeup. Brunette was wearing a low-cut top and a very short skirt. She looked like she was about to walk the streets, he derisively noted. Red-head had an annoying laugh.
And then there was Mathias. Mathias, with his ridiculous bed-head hair style he probably thought made him look cool, his wide grin that revealed charmingly crooked teeth, a cardigan sweater over his old, faded Joy Division t-shirt (again, likely for cool purposes), and those black jeans. Far too tight. He looked like a fool. You could see the outline of his…
Oh.
Oh.
OH.
Mother of God, he was…
But the worst was yet to come. The brunette leaned in even closer, whispered something in Mathias' ear and slipped a piece of paper into his back pocket- GODDAMNIT!
Shit fuck damn fuck. Oh fucking fuck oh fucking great. He was jealous of this girl. And he was jealous of her because he was… in love with Mathias.
No, it's not possible, he thought frantically. It can't be. How could I be in love with that doofus? No, I'm not in love with him. He's so stupid and loud and overbearing. And caring and sweet- No, no! There must be another explanation because this can't be correct.
But what if it is? Oh god, I…
Suddenly, caught between the horror of his epiphany and the impending doom being acted out in front of him, Lukas marched over and grabbed Mathias' arm.
"Oh hey Lukas, there you are! I was wondering where you were. This is-"
"Let's go," Lukas said and tugged roughly.
"Well ok. Uh, nice talking to you ladies." He waved and smiled as he let his friend drag him unceremoniously out of the store. Lukas kept on dragging until they were a safe distance away, then, finding an alley, slammed his much larger companion against the wall.
"What the hell was that?" Though it was masked by his by typically emotionless voice, Lukas was seething. He had actually never had the experience of shaking with barely contained rage before, he mostly released steam in the form of snarky comments and dry-as-a-desert wit, and he found it to be strange and slightly arousing.
Mathias, ever the dense simpleton, blinked at him.
"Whaddya mean? I was just having a chat with those nice young ladies. I didn't mean to ditch you, but I know how shy you are. Don't be mad, buddy, I was just trying to be friendly."
"Yes, and they were being very friendly with you too," Lukas snarled, his hands shaking as they gripped Mathias' collar.
"Eh?"
"I saw that girl touch you and put her phone number in your back pocket."
Mathias smiled as though he had finally understood a joke. "Oh, is that what she was doing? I thought I felt something touch me back there."
"Are you interested in her?" Lukas realized that his interrogation was going nowhere and he was starting to lose what little patience he had.
"Oh yes, she was a very interesting person. She was telling me all about how she went white water rafting and how she wants to get her degree in meteorology with a minor in-"
Lukas slapped his hand over Mathias' mouth.
"No, you dumb bastard, I mean are you attracted to her?!"
Mathias' eyebrows shot up and Lukas moved his hand away slowly.
"Are you asking me if I like her? She was very cute but…" Mathias moved his hand up and touched his fingertip to Lukas' nose, "You're cuter," and winked at him.
It took a moment for this to register in Lukas' brain, but when it did, he was livid.
He shoved Mathias away and snarled, "What the hell do you think you're playing at, doing and saying things like that? Don't you have any sense of decency? First you flirt with those women, and then-"
"Flirting? Is that what was going on?" Mathias scratched his head.
"Don't pretend you don't know, you were flirting."
A concerned look crossed Mathias' face. "Oh no, I must have given those ladies the wrong idea. I thought they were just being friendly, I didn't know I was flirting with them!"
Lukas's eyes widened and he stepped back from Mathias, feeling as though he was going into shock.
It was unthinkable. There was no way. Surely, surely, no one could be that oblivious…
Mathias cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy.
"Is that why you're so upset? You thought I was flirting with those girls?"
When his friend didn't respond, Mathias continued.
"Gosh, I thought we were just talking. But why are you so mad?"
Lukas shut his eyes and pressed his lips together hard.
"Why do you think?" he whispered.
Mathias was silent for a moment, absent-mindedly rubbing the back of his neck and screwing up his mouth in concentration.
"Um, you're mad cause you had to stand by yourself?"
"No."
"You wanted to leave and go somewhere else?"
"No."
"You wanted to talk to the girls?"
"Certainly not."
"You don't like it when I flirt with people?"
Then Mathias' mouth formed an O and his eyebrows knit together. "Do you not want me to flirt with people because you like me?"
Instinctively, Lukas stepped close to Mathias again and flicked his ear. "Annoying, presumptuous brother."
A small smile blossomed on Mathias' lips. "You didn't say no."
"Conceited, full of yourself."
"It's okay, I like you too." He reached down and took Lukas' hands.
Caught off guard by the abrupt and intimate contact, Lukas tried to regain some of his floundering dignity.
"Could you at least use a word other than 'like?' We're not in grade school."
"Okey-dokey then! I love you." A goofy grin stretched over Mathias' face and Lukas had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep one of his own from appearing.
Even so, he leaned forward and plunked his forehead against his friend's. He could feel the warmth radiating off Mathias' skin and smell his warm, minty breath.
Lukas felt his mind begin to melt away and time slow as Mathias, stupid, bumbling, dopey, good for nothing, beautiful, sweet Mathias move his lips in a dance with his own.
The soft, warm, wet slide into euphoria made Lukas forget himself and just as he was about to…
"You know, your voice sounds really sexy when you're mad."
Smack!
"Shut it, Dane."
This was my first time writing for Hetalia. So any kind of constructive criticism will be be appreciated. Seriously guys, I have no idea what I'm doing with these characters and even less of an idea as to what the point of this was. I will not be offended if you completely trash this story.
I would love to hear your feedback and thank you for taking the time to read this.