A/N: WHOOT! FIRST CHAPTER WEEE! Okay, for clarification, this IS a DenNor, it just doesn't really seem to start out that way. Yeah. Okay, so also for future reference, Lukas calls Berwald bro because that just sounds more legit and Emil calls Tino and Berwald "Uncle" because of the whole age difference thing and it makes more sense to us. But they are not the actual Uncles of Emil. Because in blood related terms they can't be uncles and bros. They're brothers...but it's awkward for Emil to say brother because of age difference...I mean, who wants to think about their parents getting it on at that age?

And Iceland might seem a tad OOC...but that is the way he is :P

Emil is a drama queen.

It was an obvious factor but it never ceased to amaze Lukas how his little brother could go on and on about everything and anything. Especially if it had to do with boys, gossip or sex. In fact he was now going on about some sexy man meat he had spotted at the coffee shop downtown.

"And, oh my god, his MUSCLES were, like, gorgeous. Sculpted by Michael-freaking-Angelo! Even you would want a piece of that you homophobe."

"I'm not a homophobe...and I highly doubt it. Boys aren't my thing, Emil." Lukas slumped into the couch and closed his eyes.

Emil rolled his florescent eyes, "If you say so. Hey, can I borrow some money from you? I wanna buy some new boots."

"Ugh, no. Get a job. I already pay for your overly expensive tuition. What do you even need hooker boots like those for anyway?"

Emil's face was overtaken by a fierce blush, and Lukas narrowed his eyes at the suspicious behavior.

"I think the guy at the coffee shop plays for my team...

"I fail to see what he has to do with stripper boots." Lukas added blankly, courtship was not his realm of expertise…

"OH MY GOD LUKAS I'M GONNA SEDUCE THE GUY AND GET HIM TO-"

"Please save the details for your blog." Emil couldn't help but smirk at his genius, his brother hated when he said those sorts of things; he could expect money in approximately, 5...4...3...

"AND THEN WE'RE GOING TO-"

"FINE! You can have some money, just stop telling me about this!" Lukas flung his wallet at Emil.

"Give me extra and I'll get you some coffee while I'm out."

"Bribery will get you nowhere. Just take $50."

"Alright, well, don't blame me if the beans have gone bad..." Lukas narrowed his dull blue eyes in a calculating glare.

"You wouldn't dare."

Emil slowly started taking things out of the wallet, giving the empty sad looking shell back to his brother who frowned at the picture of the cute little boy he used to know, where did his little angel go?

"I'm taking your credit card. I'll pay you back next week."

"Or just stop living here. You're bringing my costs waaayyy up."

"Bad for my economy."

"You don't have an economy, it's not like you're a country. Just go buy your stupid boots. No corsets, though."

Emil stuck his tongue out at his older brother as he sashayed out the door.

Lukas wondered how the adorable, shy little boy he had raised had become this flamboyant, almost slutatious but still lovable teenager.

Emil rubbed his hands up the white smooth leather of his beautiful new boots, the thick tassels on the zippers flipping to the sides with each movement of his jean clad legs. Zipping up the snug shaft of the boot, Emil checked to make sure he looked perfect.

Smoothing his hair down he nodded at his reflection and shot himself a confident smile for a boost, he need all the courage he could get.

Heading out of his favorite store and waving to the clerk, Emil headed off in the direction of the coffee shop. Trying not to think too much about what he was doing (flirting was easier with an airhead), he opened the door, spotted the beautiful man behind the counter and sauntered up to him.

Leaning against the counter, he tugged on the sleeve of the black uniform of his new potential boy toy.

"Hey!" he said in a sing-song voice, dropping his eyelids and then looking up from under them.

"Oh, hey, it's you..." the guy smiled in the most charming way, "What do you want?"

"Oh, the usual. A grande hot chocolate, caffeinated, with a shot of peppermint with whipped cream. Or...would you say 'varm chakolade?'"

"Hey, how did you know? Are you Danish too?" the guy grabbed a cup from the shelf and started to make his drink.

"I heard you swearing in Danish last time I was in here. My uncle Berwald likes to insult his least favorite people in their native language. Apparently all Danes don't go down well with him. But I do seem to like them..."

The Dane chuckled with his sexy throat and his sexy face smiled in all the perfectly sexy ways. Emil wanted him. Now.

"What's your name?"

"Who needs a name with a face like mine?"

"Well, my name is Mathias. Mathias Kohler. Now you'll know what to call me when you scre-"

"Excuse me, Mr. Kohler. I told you to stop chatting up customers." Mathias made a face at his boss, an angry looking man with slicked back hair and a perpetually throbbing vein in his neck. Guy looks like he seriously needs to take some chill pills.

"I'm done with his drink anyway." Mathias handed Emil the cup, "So what is your name anyway?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"I'll be watching out for you, Lukas." he winked

"What!? Thats my brothers name!" Emil was thoroughly confused

"You stole your brothers credit card? Really?"

"He handed it over, don't judge me." Emil huffed, it was bad enough that Lukas minded and now a stranger, albeit a hot one...people need to mind their own business.

"Hey, not judging. I've borrowed a good amount of credit cards."

Emil smiled, "My name is Emil Steilsson-Bondevik and here is my number. Now you'll know what to call me when I answer the phone."

Mathias laughed a bit and took the slip of paper, "I'll remember this."

Emil gave a little wave and walked out the door, swaying his hips and sipping his drink. He couldn't wait to tell Lukas about this.

A/N: You like? THEN GO TYPE SOME LOVE INTO THAT BOX OVER THERE.

We are already working on Ch. 2….