Lukas looked up at the smiling boy, both oblivious to the terrible event in their near future.

"Is it normal for boys to love each other? Cuz I love one." Mathias blushed. Six year old Lukas looked up at him curiously. They hadn't had a play date in months and this was the first thing he said?

"Who is it?" The Norwegian asked. Mathias shifted nervously.

"Well, he has blonde hair . . ." Lukas thought for a moment.

"Is it . . . Berwald?" He asked.

"Maybe, maybe not." The Dane said, grinning.

"Another hint."

"Um . . . He has . . . good hair. He has good hair." Lukas face palmed, looking annoyed.

"Stupid Dane, that's an awful hint." The boy groaned.

"Fine, he has . . . he looks . . . like you." Lukas - being the oblivious boy he is - instantly thought of his brother.

"It better not be Emil." He growled.

"No," Mathias shook his head. "More like you." Lukas thought. It couldn't be me, to obvious. Who else looks like me? Who could it be?

"Another hint?" Lukas inquired.

"He. Is. You, Lukas." Mathias said haltingly. Lukas froze for a moment, then blushed furiously. Could it really be? The Dane's eyes welled up with tears. "Do you hate me now?" He curled up in ball, looking scared. Lukas shook his head profusely.

"No, no! Not at all!" Lukas said quickly, kneeling next to the boy and hugging him tightly. "I lov-" little did he know his father was hovering outside the door.

Suddenly the door swung open. Lukas found himself being lifted off the ground and carried away. Next thing he knew he was being thrown into the basement. The lock clicked. Mathias ran over to the door, trying to wrench it open. Pounding on it, screaming to unlock the door and let Lukas out.

He ran over to the phone, trying to call someone before he was stopped. He succeeded. Soon the police arrived, wrenching open the door. It took a while, but they had cornered the man. Mathias was already by Lukas' side, helping the barely conscious boy up the stairs and into the ambulance. Being cut off by his furious mother - no, she was not furious at Lukas, but at his father - she helped carry him the rest of the way. The woman turned to Mathias.

"Go, home," she instructed. "I'll call your parents."

"But what about Lukas?" The Danish boy asked worriedly.

"He'll be . . . Fine." She said, hesitating in her worry. Mathias smiled, though, not looking completely convinced.

"Okay!" He shouted. "Tell Lukas I love him!" The woman stared, slightly shocked. She nodded, though, smiling gently.

"Alright." With that Mathias ran back home.

It had been 4 years since that day and Lukas hadn't seen Mathias since. He missed him, but his memory of the Dane was fading. (In case you're wondering, they had moved to Norway after the incident.) They had only known each other since they were four. His bedroom door opened his mother stepped in.

"Hey, Lukas. I have a surprise." She said, smiling softly.

"What is it?" The boy asked.

"We're going on a trip to Denmark next week." Lukas instantly perked up. Denmark meant Mathias, and Mathias meant . . .

"We're staying at Mathias' house." Lukas - for the first time in a while - smiled widely.

They had arrived in Denmark. Lukas - being very persistent - insisted that Emil call him "big brother".

"I'm not gonna call you that!" The Icelander yelled for probably the one millionth time.

"Why not?" The Norwegian asked monotonously.

"Because it's immature, and so are you!" Emil shouted.

"Emil, you yelling is immature." Their mother said, sighing. Lukas smirked.

"Get rekt." He said. Emil huffed and turned to look out the window.

Lukas took a deep breath as he looked at the house, anxiety blossoming inside him. Would Mathias still like me? The Norwegian thought. He chewed his lip nervously.

"Are you alright?" His mother asked.

"What if he doesn't like me anymore?" Lukas asked quietly. Emil looked over at him, clearly confused. "We're friends." He mumbled, clearly trying to hide something. Their mother bent down to whisper in the Icelandic's ear. After she pulled away, Emil smirked.

"Yeah, just besties." He teased. Allysa - their mother - gave him a dirty look.

"That information was suppose to be helpful," she said sternly. "To be used nicely."

"There's nothing wrong with being gay." Emil shrugged nonchalantly. Lukas blushed profusely.

"No, I'm not! I'm only gay for Mathias," he pointed his mother. "See, I like her!" Allysa face palmed.

"That doesn't count, I'm your mother." She said obviously annoyed. "Lukas your gay - not just for Mathias, Emil shut up. Now get along and let's go inside." She said, marching towards the door.

"LUKAS!" Mathias screamed, jumping into Lukas' arms.

"Ha, GAY!" Emil shouted at the pair. Lukas glared at him, while blushing. All he got in return though, was a sly smirk.

"Come up to my room!" Mathias yelled, dragging Lukas towards then house. After being tossed into the room, Mathias gave Lukas a kiss on the cheek, and proceeded to hug him tightly. He started pounding him Lukas with questions about what happened after the incident.

After answering his questions, Lukas blushed. "When we're older are we gonna get married?" Lukas asked, looking quiet serious about the matter. Mathias grinned.

"Why not now?" He paused. "You know, unofficially official?" Lukas smiled.

"Sure. Blah, blah, marriage stuff, officials, blah blah. You may now kiss the man!" Mathias looked down at Lukas - since he was taller - and pecked the boy on the lips. Lukas wrapped his arms around the Dane's neck, snuggling into it . . . And that's when Emil walked in. He gave a little horrified screech, running back to his mom, screaming about what he witnessed. Marie and John - Mathias' parents - looked at him them in confusion, trying to figure out what the heck he was saying. Lukas and Mathias walked into the room, grinning wildly.

"We're married now!" Mathias said to his parents. "Married by unofficial officialness!"

". . . What?" Marie asked. "Did we miss something?"

"We're married," the Dane repeated happily. "Me and Lukas, Lukas and I!" He said once more.

"Congrats, guys. Want some cake? I'll make some for after dinner, to celebrate the our newly wedded couple."

"CAKE!" The boys yelled cheerfully in unison. After eating the cake they went to bed and settled into the land of dreams.