If I owned Hetalia, I wouldn't be posting this on FanFiction, now would I?
The crowd gasped as the small, slim skier flew through the air gracefully, flipping himself over in a perfect backflip and landing far more gracefully than anyone could comprehend.
He didn't advertise his shows; he wasn't big-headed about it, it was just routine. Of course, there were the occasional ones that weren't part of his extensive training ritual- this one, for instance. He had been driven out of his house by his own anger, needing an outlet that would not end in tears.
At the front of the crowd, a white-blonde with violet eyes held his camera steady as he watched his brother in the only place he really felt alive- the ski slopes. As his half-sibling, Emil had only known Lukas for four of the sixteen years of his life- but that was enough to build a trust and respect. He helped Lukas with his YouTube channel- it was, in fact, he who suggested it. He was glad he has done so, too. Had he kept his opinion to himself, perhaps Lukas would not be the mysterious king of the teenage skiing world that he was today. They didn't talk much, but the bond between them was the strongest that both of them had. Neither of them were very social, both only with a few acquaintances in school despite Lukas' renown.
It would be an understatement to say that the brothers were happy with their lifestyle.
So, when their father dropped a bombshell on their tranquil lives, it was not hard for the two to turn against him.
Especially not since said bombshell involved Lukas putting down his skis and Emil putting down his camera.
Especially not since said bombshell could pull a metaphorical rug from beneath Lukas' feet, giving him more than an emotional bruise or two.
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Earlier
"Lukas, Emil, come here, we need to talk."
Well, this was new. Family talks in the Steilsson-Bondevik household were scarce, seeing as Lukas was barely ever home to listen and Emil was either with his brother or reading with his headphones on.
"I need to tell you something," their father said, "And I need you to understand that this is for the best."
Lukas and Emil shared a worried glance.
"We're moving. To Denmark."
Lukas' jaw dropped. He released his grip on the glass he was holding and it smashed against the hard floor.
"Denmark...?"
"Why? What's wrong with Norway, where Lukas has a career already and I am studying for my exams? Why?"
"Jemma and I have decided it is for the best- I was offered a job there a while ago and am taking up the offer."
The brothers both gave a slight growl at the name of their father's girlfriend. It was clear to them both that she only wanted their father's money, yet he himself didn't seem to see that.
"What about MY job? The one that I have worked on for the last six years, the one that Emil has helped me with, the one that I spend every moment I can with?" Lukas asked his father.
"What about it? You can't make a living out of doing tricks on a ski slope."
"Yes, he can! The resort pays Lukas to perform his tricks regularly as entertainment, and he can get money from competitions, and he receives money from advertisements on his videos on YouTube!" The anger in Emil's voice was icy, the Icelander aware of the possible outcome of the situation.
"And where do YOU come into this, Emil? You seem so intent on assuring the importance of Norway to Lukas, but what about you?" Their father asked snidely.
"He is happy here, he handles my YouTube channel, he likes the tranquility of Norway!" Lukas spoke his brother's mind.
"We're moving, and that's final. Emil, you are going to a Danish high school to do your exams, and Lukas, you are going to a Sixth Form college. No buts, that is what is happening. We will leave next week."
At this, Lukas grabbed his ski gear and pass and stormed out to his real home- the ski slopes. Emil grabbed his camera, gave their father a dirty glare and followed Lukas. It was clear that Lukas would be taking out his anger on the slopes- and that meant a good performance. Might as well take advantage, Emil thought to himself. This may be one to remember, if anger equals determination.
A/N: This is my first story on FanFiction. Please tell me whether or not I should carry on with it!
