A/N: Hey bros. Guess what? I have surgery in...Four hours. 7: 45. A tonsillectomy and an adenoiectomy. Nothing majour, but man, do I have a lot of questions. So, Denmark is my puppet. Love ya guys~!

Warnings: Mentions of surgery, mentions of blood, and human names used

Mathias winced as the needle broke the skin. It hurt a bit, but his kind nurse only took a little bit of blood. Nevertheless, he felt slightly shaky after having a needle poke into him, so he was forced to rely on a grumpy Lukas. Lukas had been at the specialist's office with him, so he knew all of the apparently gross details. Mathias didn't know what was wrong with a hot knife cutting out his tonsils, but whatever. The pair went out grocery shopping, and when they got home, Tino told them the news.

"Mathias, your surgery is going to be at 7:45 a.m. You can't eat or drink past midnight tonight, and need to be at the hospital by 5:45 a.m. You have to pee in a cup when you get there. And, nothing under the hospital gown they give you," The small boy said. He excused himself to go watch Peter, leaving the due sitting in the living room. Mathias seemed as though he was thinking intensely. Lukas let him be. Maybe the idiot was thinking about the surgery. He kinds felt bad for the guy.

"Hey, Lukas?"

"What is it, Mathias?"

"I'm not allowed to drink water but they want me to pee in a cup?"

"What?"

"Tino said the doctors said that I can't drink water past midnight, but I have to pee in a cup when I get there. That doesn't make sense!" The young Danish wailed, dramaticly flailing around. Lukas sighed, but he agreed. That didn't make much sense.

"It doesn't matter. Do it anyway."

"I will Mr. Grumpy-Pants!"

"I'll skin you alive." And with that, the boys found themselves racing through the house, with the sounds of glass shattering and "Mathias!" being shouted for about an hour. Tino smiled as Peter talked to him.

"Stupid Mathias will be alright, right?" The twelve-year-old asked. Berwald nodded, and Peter, apparently satisfied, went back to playing with his dolls-I mean, action figures. Peter sneezed, and glared up towards the ceiling, "What's your problem?!"

Downstairs, Mathias looked up at Lukas from the floor.

"Hey, Lukas?"

"What is it Mathias?"

"I can't wear clothes under my hospital gown, can I?!"