Disclaimer: I claim no ownership to any of the material (characters, lyrics, etc.) in this fanfiction. Only the idea is mine. It is purely for entertainment purposes only.


The sun filtered through the blinds of an apartment in the city of Copenhagen. Its inhabitant had been up long before the dawn staring at computer screens, papers, data on his desks set up conveniently in an arc. Lükas squinted at what he had input into the computer not three hours ago and scowled.

"That was a B not B flat." He hissed, spitefully digging a finger into his keyboard in an action similar to stamping out an ant.

He needed sleep but not now. Not when he was close to actually finishing a god forsaken song. With a whirl in his coaster chair he spun around to take a look at his notes on the other end of his desk comparing the computer data with what he had written. He let out a disgruntled sigh and tossed the papers somewhere behind him running his hands through his hair.

If trying and failing melody wasn't pissing him off, that now ringing phone was. The blond reached over and grabbed the phone tucking it into his neck with his shoulder as he rapidly typed to fill in blank spots. "What?...oh…hey…no I wasn't getting snappy with you…what? No you didn't wake me up." Lükas paused with a yawn blinking tired and teary eyes. "Yes I have been working. How keen of you…yes that was sarcasm."

He wheeled around pushing himself to the blinded window behind him peeling the cheap plastic with his fingers to look out at the waking up city down below from his complex.

"I'm sorry what was that?" He turned his attention back to the phone tucked in his neck when he heard the chatter. "If I can finish this song I'm going to present it yes…Emil you don't need to worry. Mmhmm." Leaning back in the chair he stretched effectively popping his back. He wasn't really listening now, as he heard the idle chattering from his little brother his eyes happened to catch the flashing red numbers on his alarm clock. "Shit. No no I have to go. I'll be fine, got to go. Tell mom and dad I said hi. Yeah bye." He threw the phone on his desk somewhere and scrambled about putting the song onto a flash drive. Lükas' fingers drummed on the surface of his desk as he waited for the transferal of data. "Finally." Grumbling a few none too kind works he yanked the flash out of the port and grabbed up loose papers of song bars shoving them into a tote bag along with his precious flash drive; booking it out his door as forgotten papers flurried in a whirlwind all into his floor.

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Rock n' Roll Dreams Come Through


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Medley Studios wasn't too far from Lükas' apartment and for good reason. The teen only planned this for the past few years since he moved to this place. As a Norwegian native he was pretty far from home but it had been a dream of his to make music. It was all he thought about as a kid. The only way to make his dream possible was for him to get his music into Denmark's mainstream. Through a certain branch it could catch into the larger organizations and go worldwide even.

Lükas panted as he ran from block to block flagging a bus down just barely managing to jump onto it. Silently he weaved through the crowd and seated himself near the back in a lone seat. As the scenery of the concrete jungle passed, the Norwegian resigned himself to nervously shaking his leg. If he hurried he could catch the President of the studios himself before he went inside the building, before all those cameras and security guards made sure he was heavily guarded. Today would be the day. Setting his face into a determined scowl a few Danes stepped back; intimidated or weirded out no one would know.

He whipped out of his seat the moment the bus came to a stop but he still had a ways to run. Lükas sprinted down streets, ducking vendors and people crowding the street without pause or break. His finesse and ability to weave effortlessly through the streams was blatant evidence that this was a daily occurrence. The businessmen he slipped by cursed mildly at Lükas. One man's briefcase slipped from his hands popping open spilling papers into the street. Some girls squeaked as Lükas brushed past, their hair fluttering. He barely had the time to shout a couple of apologies over his shoulder as he made it in record time to the towering kingdom.

"Medley Studios..."

A few seconds passed as his blue gaze rested on the tower before the Norwegian grunted almost pathetically and hunched over, his hands resting on his knees panting for his breath. If he wasn't smart he would have sworn he broke his spleen. As he looked up he spotted the limousine pull up beside the building. "Shit." He panted breathlessly and forced his body into a sprint to catch the blond haired man coming out of the limo. "Excuse me, sir?" He shouted out just as a group of executives from inside the limo crowded around the man chattering loudly passing around papers. "Sir!" He shouted again not even noticing the small group of paparazzi from the local paper snapping shots of the CEO frowning seriously at the papers. Camera lights flashed as he followed the tightly knit group up to the doors. "SIR!" Shouting one last time he moved to touch his shoulder but was ultimately pushed out of the way by unknowing loud businessmen. Great, hindered and they didn't even know they did it. The sound of doors clamping shut behind the executives echoed as all voices were silenced. "…fuuuu-" He groaned and slumped again.

"Hey smile kid." A cameraman grinned holding up his camera. He slowly turned his head, frowning hard. Snap.


Lükas made his way around to the front of the building stepping inside, the sour attitude rolling off of him. A multitude of people walked in and out chatting to their companions or on their phones. The skylight inside made this place seem more radiant than on the outside, but the beauty didn't do anything to help his mood.

"Didn't make it, did you?"

He sighed and looked over to see a tall blond Swede behind a desk carefully hiding his amused smile.

"Bite me Sve." The blond chuckled and stacked papers. "Why can't you just set up a meeting with the president like I asked? I did ask nicely might I add."

"I'm supposed to keep people like you out, Lükas. Anyway-" He turned and frowned, staring malevolently at a squirrelly man in a suit tiptoeing behind Lükas and pointed harshly to the door. The man squeaked upon being spotted and immediately ran right out the front door as directed. "-it's out of the question. I can't just let anyone in."

"I'm not just anyone." Lükas sighed, brushing some hair out of his eyes. "We're friends."

"We are." The Swede nodded in agreement and turned back to sorting his papers. "But I have my orders. Do you want me to lose my job?"

"Of course not." Lükas groaned.

"Then please stop hounding me about it." He gave his friend a pointed look. "The last thing I need today is a distraction."

"I'm hardly a-"

"Berwald!" Came a loud cry from the entrance of the building making both men spin around in alarm. A smaller young man ran to them excitedly holding a brown paper bag in his hands.

"Er Tino…" Berwald blushed lightly.

"But that might be." Lükas smiled coyly up at his friend, the Swede giving him a look. It should have been threatening but the blush did nothing for it.

"I brought lunch!" Much to Berwald's chagrin Tino happily held up the bag.

"Awwww." Lükas smirked at Berwald sarcastically crossing his arms. "That's so sweet. Isn't that sweet Berwald?"

"Uh er…ja…" He mumbled tipping his head down fiddling with his glasses nervously.

"Hm?" The plump faced Finn tipped his head to the side still smiling. "Say Lükas, you want to eat with us? That's a good idea isn't it?" Tino looked up at Berwald. With a sigh Berwald nodded, swallowing the groan down as the smaller young man jumped to hug his arm.

The three of them ended up sitting together at a café patio down the block some. Lukas sighed to himself leaning his head back in his chair to look up at the sky squinting harshly as he felt the sting of bright sunlight.

"So Lükas." Tino began.

"Huh?" He looked back, blinking to get the spots of blue out of his vision.

"I know you and Berwald are childhood friends, right?"

"That's right." He nodded and smirked over at Berwald who was shyly eating the baked herring and turnip dill sauce Tino had prepared for him. He chuckled watching him tip his head down even more. Even when he was downright embarrassed that man still looked so cool and sophisticated. "He was an exchange student when I was in school in Norway."

"Aw did he get picked on?" Tino pouted, nibbling his bread.

"As a matter of fact-"

"Lükas." Berwald warned with a huff, his head popping up.

"The three of us have been friends for a few years." The Norwegian smirked. "What's wrong with Tino wanting to know more about you?"

"Yeah you're just too cool, Berwald." The Finn nodded his head.

"I know what you're doing Lükas and it's not going to work." Berwald warned again.

"Doing what? I'm not doing anything."

With a sigh the Swede resigned himself to his fate, listening to his friends talk about him. He'd duck his head down into his food each time Lükas would mention Berwald as a young boy and how he stuck out like a sore thumb in school. How Lükas had him for a study buddy, invited him over to his home and how his mother and father had practically taken Berwald as their second son. All the happy memories and how close the Swedish and Norwegian men were but the embarrassing moments came with it as well.

"So what happened?" Tino's eyes widened. "Why did you move out of Norway?"

"Ah…a lot of things happened. A lot of change." Lükas sighed. "My father passed on and mother remarried and a few short years later we moved to Iceland. And then a while after that mother had Emil." Tino's expression softened to show his condolences for bringing up a sensitive subject. "It's no problem Tino. We're all friends here."

"Since you mentioned it." Berwald reached for a napkin to wipe his mouth carefully. "How is Emil doing?"

"Just graduated high school. He's thinking about taking a break for a year before going to college."

"Oh, that'll be good for him." Tino smiled wide. "He's going to love college. It was so much fun when I went." Berwald placed the plastic tubs back inside of the bag handing them back to Tino. "Oh finished? Was it good again today?"

"Again?" Lükas smirked at Berwald.

"Bite me." He frowned at Lükas. Ah sweet revenge. "It was very good. Thank you Tino. And speaking of going, I have to get back to work. I'll see you later." He nodded to the two men giving them a small wave before beginning his walk back to the studios.

"You too huh?" Lükas gazed up at Tino as he moved to stand up.

"I'm sorry! Did you want to hang out?" The Finn pouted, beating himself for even thinking of leaving Lükas all alone. And right after lunch too!

Lukas shook his head but gave Tino a smile to reassure him he had nothing to feel guilty over. While Tino did have the cute look down, it should have been a crime for anyone to make that guy sad in any way. "It's fine Tino, I was about to leave myself." Just as he was about to wave the other off he paused, a thoughtful look covering his face. "Tino?"

"Er yes?" He perked, violet eyes ever so wide making Lükas chuckle softly.

"You don't work at Medley Studios. Just how did you become so close with Berwald?"

"Ohhh he didn't tell you?" He sat himself back down at the table before Lükas, the smile coming back to his face.

"Please I'm lucky he'll tell me what time it is." Scoffing softly he waved his hand dismissively. This much was true. Berwald didn't like disclosing much information especially if it wasn't useful.

"Well. As you already know, the company I work for makes the ads and signs for Medley. It was my first day and I was really nervous you see. I kept messing up orders for our other clients and my boss was getting angry. He didn't want me around the office so he sent me to shadow a co-worker at Medley. I wasn't allowed near anything so I just hung back out of the way. That's when I met Berwald. I was a little scared at first, I thought he was glaring at me." Tino laughed.

"He definitely gives that impression. I think it's his lens prescription." Lükas gave a little smirk reaching for the remnants of his drink mixing with melting ice.

The Finn smiled back contemplating that theory. "I was told to stay back and watch while the others work. I was standing there watching my job opportunity pass me. I just remembered feeling the tears coming on and thinking 'this is it, I'm going to be fired.' He came up to me and saw my portfolio tucked under my arm and asked to see it, so I gave it to him. I was so nervous I was shaking! Each one of my pieces he looked at made his eyes stare harder and longer until he just looked at my co-worker and rejected him right to his face! He said my designs were better and he wanted me to headline all graphic design for the Simon campaign!"

Lükas smiled, absently stirring his drink with his straw. Ah that sounded like Berwald too. So brutally honest. "I bet that was like a dream come true."

"Oh it was." Tino smiled sighing. "Drawing was all I ever wanted to do. My parents meant well but they never encouraged me in my art. To be honest I never wanted to work for the agency. It just wasn't what I wanted to do with my art but Berwald opened my eyes. Having him praise me like that, it was so…so…surreal."

"Surreal?"

"Yeah…I was just a newbie, it was my first day and he wanted my work over my co-worker's. And his stuff was amazing; it was exactly how I pictured all the flyers and advertisements to look. To think, he preferred my greenhorn ideas to a seasoned veteran's I was dazed…"

"Well Berwald is in charge of the entire first floor you know that right?"

"Huh?!"

"Mmhmm. He's a senior staff member, it's earned him some jewels in his crown. That includes setting up meetings with other board members, connecting calls and filtering them for the recording artists working upstairs, and making sure the campaign's advertisement goes according to plan is the one recently added to his criteria. He's practically one of the elite. He could have been working upstairs with the president directly but he turned it down. Just to sit at that desk by the front door day after day."

"Huh?! Turned it down? But why…"

Lükas looked at Tino and smiled standing up. "Ah think about it."

"No no Lükas tell me! Tell me please?"

"Maybe some other time." He left some crumpled bank notes on the table and gave a mild mock salute off to the Finn. "I'll see you tomorrow. I'm going home."

"Oh alright." Tino huffed, cheeks puffing with a pout. "See you Lu..."

Lükas made a slow pace on the sidewalk. So today he had missed his chance yet again and damn it all it was getting close to fall. That meant they were looking for fresh talent, or were supposed to. With a heavy sigh he pocketed his hands back slumping into a sort of sulk. Without Berwald's help it was just going to be hell to get his music into the studios and he couldn't leave his data with the Swede.

He started remembering back to when he first moved to Denmark and found his friend working with the agency. Berwald made it quite clear that any and all tapes given to him were to be destroyed. What in the world? How the hell did they find new artists then? Simple, they scouted the talent.

So that meant all he had to do was opt to frontline some no name concerts but then not even they wanted him. Much like he was doing now, he began the long trek back home rejection burning and dragging him down. When he was just about to give up he was approached by a short blond…he assumed male but that valley girl speak was questionable.

'You like want a job?' He asked.

Of course he wanted a job, hell he had needed a job or else how could be pay for that apartment? Money he had saved up to fly over here was getting tight.

'You should like, check this place out? It could totally use someone like you.' And he flashed Lükas the business card. As the Norwegian would look at it blinking at the name. 7th Heaven? Really?

'Hey isn't this a-' Looking up he'd see the blond already prancing off.

It wasn't exactly a job offer but it was better than nothing. Later he went to check it out but he was at a roadblock. Figuratively speaking. He couldn't help the deep furrow in his brow or the twitch in his temple as he stared at the building belonging to the address hands shoved into his pockets. Should have known. 'Fucking strip club…'

Fast forward to today Lükas sighed thinking back on all the trouble he went through to get to where he was today and he still had no success in getting any of his music into the mainstream. "Ah!" He grunted feeling his elbow catch into someone else's arm. "Sorry." He mumbled over his shoulder continuing on his merry way.

Once he made it home it was already in the afternoon. Ah bed…come to think of it he needed the sleep didn't he? Kicking off his shoes, he leaned forward letting gravity send him hurdling face first into his bed landing with a whoosh of fabric and a small grunt. If he could sleep now he could be rested up for work later tonight. To prevent himself from suffocating he turned his head to the side staring at his work station at the foot of his bed. What a mess…not looking forward to cleaning that up.

In the back of his skull he felt the pleasant tingling of sleep calling to him. Slowly his eyelids grew heavy. There he lied passed out on the top of his covers sprawled out exhausted.


I was nothin' but a city boy
My trumpet was my only toy
I've been blowin' my horn
Since I knew I was born
But there ain't nobody wants to know

I've been sleepin' on the sidewalk
Rollin' down the road
I may get hungry
But I sure don't want to go home

~Queen


Author's Notes:

I had this plot idea rolling around in my head for months and decided to finally start writing it out. I didn't really need to lol not with the other unfinished fics in my account but I had the most ideas with this. Plus my gf seemed really interested in this idea, that doesn't happen often!

But anyway the inspiration that came from this was watching Hinder in concert with my sister. It's been a very long time since I had last seen a live performance of any kind and the feeling of bass shaking the floor and music pounding into your ears was very invigorating! (Couldn't help but think of the Nordic 5 in a band) Anyway we went to a booth before the show hoping for some memorabilia but we didn't have much to choose from. For my sister's enthusiasm the guy gave her a free autographed photo by all the bandmates. Afterwards we stuck around hoping to get a glimpse of the band but we didn't get to. I remember watching her sulk beside me but smile at the photo and I found myself thinking about what she was feeling. That hopeful feeling of just wanting to catch a glimpse of a famous person she wanted to see and looked up to sparked something in me and I wondered; (since I'm stuck on Hetalia) what if a certain character in the same position wanted to see another? Thus I spawned Rock n' Roll Dreams. It's going to be a long one like The Bear Prince and much like TBP it's going to feature a hella lot of Nordic couples with surprise guests and surprise couples. I hope you'll enjoy the ride~