There is no smut my fine feathered friends. That'll be in the next chapter.

Sorry if Lukas (Norway) seems a bit OOC….I really don't have that much practice writing the Nordics but I SHIP DenNor, SuFin and HongIce soooooooo haaaaaaard

….now I realize how wrong that sounds

Sorry for any spelling/spelling errors I started this on my phone so...there may or may not be some bad grammar/spelling/text speak...for that I apologize

Anyway I hope y'all enjoy

Matthias unlocked the door to the house that he shared with his boyfriend and his boyfriend's brother. It was small but warm and homey. He had just dropped his own brother and his husband -Berwald -off at their house fifteen minutes away. As he pushed the door open at a normal, everyday speed, Lukas slammed the door open and huffed passed him followed closely by his brother.

"Lukas-."

"Leave me alone, Emil," the blonde snapped stomping up the stairs and slamming the door to their bedroom.

Emil turned to glare at the clueless Dane still standing by the front door. "What?" he asked eyes wide and clearly confused, the Icelandic pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. His impassiveness was always nonexistent with matters involving his brother.

"Your oblivious attitude and plain selfishness really hurt him, you know!" Emil hissed scratching his birds black feathers in frustration, "You better go upstairs and fucking apologize or I'll beat your ass to a bloody pulp and have Mr. Puffin eat you alive!"

Coming from anyone else the threat would've been ridiculous but he knew Emil was serious. Deadly serious and he gulped, nodding fervently. With one final glare Emil cradled his bird close to his chest and stalked off to his room on the bottom floor. Matthias sighed, leaning against the door. He always seemed to be fucking something up at some point rather it was or wasn't intentional. Crap...this may have been the last straw... he gulped; dread filling his stomach as he climbed up the stairs to their room.

He really didn't want to lose him; Lukas was the greatest thing that ever happened to him. He opened the door slowly and was met with a heartbreaking sight. His little Norwegian was sitting cross legged on the bed, his back to the door, with a pillow pressed against his face to stifle the obvious sounds of his sobs. Matthias's mouth hung open; he had never seen him like this. So emotionally distraught. What...had he done...?

Silently the Dane closed the door and walked up to his oblivious lover; he sat down on the bed and wrapped his arms around him before he could react. "M-Mathias?" he looked up at him through watery eyes, "Wha...what are you d-doing?"

"I'm sorry," he rasped burying his face in the crook of his pale neck, "I'm so sorry please don't cry. I hate seeing you like this."

"H-How could you do tha-at?!" he asked letting the older male hold him. They never held each other, except after sex when Lukas was way more affectionate then he usually was, "How could you f-flirt with him?" He remembered the ashy blonde with the too big sweater and ability to speak French. Fuck him and his French. Fuck that broken red light. Fuck Matthias. Fuck everyone.

"I...we...he had a boyfriend."

"Like that makes it any b-b-better?!" he snapped glaring up at him, "He c-alled me your br-brother!" He hit him across the face. Hard. He wanted him to hurt like he hurt. But Matthias didn't fight back; just let him hit him like his hits were actually going to do something. Eventually he just ended up burying his face in the Dane's chest and sobbing twice as hard.

"I'm so sorry, Lukas," Matthias whispered running his hands up and down his back, "I...I just wanted to make you jealous and he was trying to do the same with his boyfriend, we were helping each other out. We weren't going to do anything. Not really."

His sobs quieted down as the words sunk in. "What...the hell is wrong with you?!" he hissed jerking out of his arms violently, "Why the hell would you do that do me?!"

His face was full of sadness and remorse while Lukas's was full of anger and betrayal. "I was hurt-."

"You were hurt?" he repeated incredulously, laughing bitterly, "I am the one who should be fucking hurt! How would you feel if I did that in front of you?! You'd fucking kill the bitch, which is what I should've done!"

Suddenly the Dane's eyes flashed and he stood up, clenching his fists. "I was hurt because you wouldn't give me the fucking time of day! You never do!" He hissed pacing angrily, "You never let me hold you o-or hug you! We don't even hold hands in public even though we're dating! I was hoping with our family you'd be more relaxed but, no, you shrugged me off every fucking time. Even in the car all you did was read!" he stopped his pacing to glare at a shocked Lukas. All he saw was red and he could hear his own heart breaking. "I love you Lukas! I fucking love you! I would follow you through hell and back if you asked, I-I would fucking die for you if I had to but sometimes..." he shook his head sadly and laughed as a few tears slid down his cheeks, "sometimes it feels like...you don't feel the same way. And I just...it hurts too much..."

He started backing up to the door, tears silently flowing down his cheeks as Lukas continued to stare at him in quiet shock. "I-I can't take all this hurt. I can't...I can't do this anymore..." he opened the door and sprinted down the stairs. He saw Emil stick his head out of his room and barked out a raspy, "Get back in your room!" Which he happily did, apparently sensing appending doom. He pulled on his leather jacket that he had put on the coat tree, his hand resting on the door knob and his forehead on the wood.

He loved Lukas with all his heart...why couldn't he love him back? Matthias waited. And waited. But the little blonde didn't come looking for him, didn't come running down the stairs. He sighed...he guessed Lukas really didn't love him. I guess I can stay with Tino...he mused twisting open the lock to the front door, he'd let me stay and Berwald can just go fuck himself, he knows Peter loves me.

The door was open, one foot across the threshold when he heard his name screamed throughout the house. Panicked, he instinctively stopped and spun back around so his back was to the outside of the house. What the...? Emil ran out of his room as there were a furious pounding of feet down the stairs.

"M-Matthias!" Lukas appeared at the bottom of the stairs and rushed at him so hard, the Dane actually stumbled, "Oh thank God! I-I thought you left...!"

He felt tears soak his red t-shirt and he gaped. No...please don't cry, love, please don't cry... "Lukas, shh, don't cry. Why are you crying?" he stammered running his hand through the long platinum blonde hair. He felt the Norwegian's arms tighten around his waist and nuzzle into his chest as his fingers continued to comb through his long hair.

" Jeg elsker deg," (I love you) he murmured tilting his head and looking up at him with pink, puffy eyes, "I love you more than I've ever loved another person. I...I've never been so close to someone else, it was always just Emil and I. This is...just so knew to me. I love you, please don't leave me."

Matthias felt tears well up in his eyes and let them run unchecked down his cheeks.

"Ma-Matthias?" Lukas stammered panic seizing his heart, "Was it something I said? I'm sorry!"

"No, baby, no," he stammered lifting him up by the waist and spinning the Norwegian around, "Oh, I'm so happy! You have no idea how much I love you!" After a minute he set Lukas back on his feet and kissed him. Hard. Square on the mouth.

Lukas hummed, gripping the taller male's shoulders and parting his lips. The Dane's tongue immediately surged forward, rubbing against his before caressing the inside of his mouth. He pushed against the tongue in his mouth, starting an intense battle of dominance that ended with his legs around Matthias's waist and his hands twisted in the front of his shirt, Matthias had one hand yanking on his hair and the other groping his ass as he pressed the smaller male against the wall.

He moaned into his boyfriend's mouth, arching his back and grinding his hips. "M-Matthias~" he gasped yanking the Dane closer.

"Hey, guys, did you-WHAT THE FUCK?!" Emil shouted blushing bright red and covering his eyes, "MY EYES, I'VE BEEN TRAMATIZED! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

The blonde in the big sweater is Matthew (Canada) by the by

So I ended on a funny note. I think. I don't know what's funny….

ANYWHO! I hope you guys liiiiiiiked~

There will be one or two more chapters containing the deliciousness of *~smuuuuuuut~*

Until next time mon chers! :*

~kitty