A/N: Yay another fan fiction! *happy cheering noises*

I've been hoping to write something historically accurate for some time, and I guess this might be it.

This'll be a three chapter fic (maybe four if I add an epilogue)

Enjoy!

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The first time that they meet, it is at Tivoli Gardens, in the early-mid twentieth century. The Danish theme park is in full swing, couples holding hands with sweet smiles and the air light with a gentle melody. Tantalizing aromas weave between the crowds, leading them on towards the center of the park, all laughter and cheer.

The day is beautiful, the sun's rays filling every visitor with pleasure, the clouds lazily rolling over the perfect sky.

They both notice the sky, the baby blue sky that reflects marvelously on the lake where the pirate ship stands proudly. Their varying cerulean eyes are drawn to the ship, and they both stride towards it, unaware of the other at their side.

One, a tall, spiky haired blonde whose eyes dance with excitement, brushes a hand along the wooden exterior with awe, with a childish amusement. The ship, for him, brings back memories of a childhood at sea, fishing and sailing.

The other, a shorter, more orderly blonde with eyes that are more subdued, but are still alight with fascination, knocks on the smooth wood lightly, wondering if it was real.

Their hands brush briefly, and they both jump back, just then realizing that the other is there. They study each other for a second.

The taller one, a Dane, notices the opposing's dull blonde hair, his polished cross hairpin, his sailor outfit. He also notices his eyes. His eyes are mysterious, deep, and he wants to learn more about those eyes.

The other, a visiting Norwegian, notices the Dane's obviously gelled hair, his steel-toed boots, his suit that is too formal for the occasion. He also notices his grin. His grin is knowing, pained, and he wants to learn more about that grin.

The Dane speaks up first. His voice is loud, brash, confident. His Danish is practiced yet casual at the same time, like a student talking to his literature teacher.

"I'm Mathias! Mathias Køhler! You like this ship too, don't you?" he points out boldly, his grin still pasted on his face.

"Obviously. I wouldn't be studying it so closely if I didn't, right? I'm Lukas. You may call me Mr. Bondevik," he deadpans, staring blankly at the taller.

His voice is quiet, calm, testing. His Norwegian is smooth and silky, a beautiful melody composed of mere words, like a famous opera singer.

"Oh! You're... Norwegian? That's neat! Coming all the way here to Copenhagen!" Mathias brushes off the curtness, keeping up his pep and cheer.

"Well... I was begged to come. A friend of mine recommended it, and they have very large persuasive capabilities. And obviously you're Danish, going off of your rude nature," Lukas snapped back, yet it didn't have the bite that it usually had. The Dane puzzled him. Usually people backed off from his prickly personality; Mathias did the opposite.

"Ahaha~ Your friend sounds like a fun person! And I bet you are too!"

"You bet wrong. I am anything but fun."

"Everyone has a wild side!"

"Then I am no one."

The Dane becomes serious suddenly, placing a heavy, calloused hand on Lukas's shoulder. With a deep breath, he asks, softly, "May I show you around?"

And Lukas is speechless, finds himself lost in the crooked smile of the other male, finds himself drowning in those soft eyes. With a furious blush and a slap at the hand on his shoulder, he can only nod quickly.

"Get your dirty Danish paws off of me!"

Mathias grins and lets out a loud, unrestrained laugh, wrapping his strong arms around the other. The Norwegian's face burns brighter, but he smiles softly nonetheless.

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They spend the day exploring the beautiful park, taking in the sights and sounds, the scents and feelings of the area. The whole place feels alive, and they converse idly, bonding over rides and shows and food.

At the opera house, Mathias learns some Norwegian.

"Eg heiter Lukas," the shorter says at the end of the opera, waiting for the other's reply.

"Eg heiter Mathias!" the Dane cheers, his Norwegian so Danish sounding, yet it somehow feels right. "Godt å sjå deg!" he adds, beaming with pride.

Lukas just ducks his head, waving his hand in approval. He tries to hide his reddening face. Mathias sounds so attractive.

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At the carousel, Lukas learns some Danish.

"Jeg hedder Mathias!" the spiky-haired blonde shouts over the cheesy carousel music, atop his black stallion.

"Jeg hedder Lukas," the other replies, his voice nearly lost in the excited screams of young children. "Det var hyggeligt at møde dig," he adds, his head lowered towards his chestnut mare, a mere whisper, yet Mathias hears him.

The Dane's grin widens impossibly, and he gives Lukas a big thumbs up.

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At the dragon boats, they tell each other their histories, rather fitting, if one were to ask them.

Mathias tells of the sea and of the sickness that took his parents. He tells of the fear that drove away his adopted siblings. He speaks with the wistfulness of an old man, yet his childish actions defy that greatly.

Lukas tells of a normal, schooled childhood, albeit somewhat lonely and of the earthquake that took his parents. He tells of the luck of him and his brother. He speaks fondly, a smile on his lips.

Any bystander that happens to be in a dragon boat or passing by stares at the odd couple. It looks ridiculous, their knees up to their chest while they drive the small boats side by side, both smiling awkwardly. The kids think it's adorable.

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At the food stands, they become good friends.

Mathias stuffs his mouth with huge sandwiches and downs cup after cup of beer, tearing through his food ravenously. Between bites, he offers current events to discuss and the turmoil around Germany. After a while, though, he is too far gone in the realm of drunkenness to add to the conversation, and it becomes small talk, the weather, the park, so on and so forth.

Lukas takes prim bites of the rather delicious sandwiches, a cup of iced lemonade by his side, more restrained. He piles on what he has heard about the things Mathias brings up, and discovers how political he can be. When the other is slowing down and his movements are slurred, he is content to just chat idly, enjoying the day.

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And when they separate, very reluctantly on both of their parts, they promise to contact each other, trading business cards and goodbyes.

They put their newly learned languages to good use.

"Ha det!" Mathias waves, a bit sluggishly, still fighting off some aftereffects despite having drunken water.

"Farvel!" Lukas replies, waving back.

Then they turn their backs on each other, minds buzzing with the day's events.

That was the first time they met, in a time of life.

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Eg heiter Lukas (Norwegian): My name is Lukas

Eg heiter Mathias (Norwegian): My name is Mathias

Godt å sjå deg (Norwegian): Nice to meet you

Jeg hedder Mathias (Danish): My name is Mathias

Jeg hedder Lukas (Danish): My name is Lukas

Det var hyggeligt at møde dig (Danish): Nice to meet you (casual)

Ha det (Norwegian): Goodbye

Farvel (Danish): Goodbye

I'm not so sure about the Norwegian translation, but the Danish one I'm pretty sure I got down... I do suck at Danish so please correct me if it's wrong! (I should feel ashamed, but I don't; English is a beautiful language.)

And they understand each other because the languages are so similar that experienced speakers can understand the other language, as with Swedish.

The fair is real, it's the second oldest amusement park in the world, and the first is also in Denmark!

I actually feel pretty satisfied with this chapter!

As always, review please!

Tak and Best Wishes,

Wannabe-Danish-Cookie