So, another DenNor story. I'm sorry to say but it will be quite slow, as Lukas will not be very happy with the Dane's affection for him.

Disclaimer- I mean Cookie time!

Hetalia is not mine and it belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. Oh the joy of writing fanfictions about my OTP... ^^

If anyone read the book, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, this fanfic might be quite similar to it, so

Another Disclaimer: The parts that are from the book, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, are NOT mine!

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Oh and to the people that follow this story, I will try to update as much as I can... Which is every Saturday or Sunday or Friday. Enjoy!

- DereDere


One summer night I fell asleep, hoping the world would be different when I woke. When I opened my eyes, trying to adjust to the morning light streaming through the window, I knew nothing changed. It was exactly the same as yesterday. My summer was to be run by other people's rules and ideas.

My hand reached for my iPod on the bed stand to my right. As I grabbed it, the clock fell over. Groaning, I snatched it and placed it sloppily back on the stand and sighed. I was in France for the last few days, staying at my family friend's house. I never liked this family or this country. I prefer the cold, Scandinavian area of Norway. That's where I'm from. That's who I am. Norway.

I was fifteen.

I was bored as hell.

I was miserable.

As far as I was concerned, the entire world could have collapsed from global warming. Then the world would be as miserable as I was. I would have liked to sleep a few more minutes when Francis walked in.

"Salut, Lukas. Rise and shine! Today, I'm going to finish the tour of this beautiful nation~" He smiled and posed as if he was in a photo shoot. I grumbled and pulled the covers over my head. I could tell that he was pouting. We knew each other since we were little, all because our parents were 'fellow students in the World Academy'.

"Oh come on, wake up!" he whined. I shot a glare at him from under the sheets. He froze. Today, Francis had tied his shoulder length, blonde hair in a low ponytail. It suits him. He fits in wherever he goes. I stick out like a sore thumb. Always the loner. Not that I would enjoy anyone's company…

I sighed as I slipped out of the comfortable bed. Francis smiled a bit. "I'll wait for you in the café!" He ran out of the room excitedly. The Bonnefoys owned a small, French café in the town of Nice. The coffee was splendid there. I always wondered how they were able to make it so…so… delicious. Mr. Bonnefoy always said that he filled each cup with the power of love. How cheesy.

I dressed into my casual attire and quickly slipped on my tennis shoes. I loved tennis shoes, and I never knew why. Maybe it was just a comfort for me. The café was quite beautiful in the morning light. It was like a painting. I sat down at the table Francis was sitting. Immediately, a hot cup of coffee was placed in front of me. I sighed happily and breathed in the warm aroma. Columbian. Not my favorite but at least it was black. I hated additional creamers and sugars. Blech.

"Good morning, little Bondevik," Mrs. Bonnefoy smiled as she handed a small croissant to me. I nodded and gave her a quick smile. Fake smile. A pure, fake, convincing, smile. Everyone fell for it. Not that I cared if they did or not.

"Aujourd hui, nous allons a une piscine!" Francis exclaimed. Ugh, the pool. Well, whatever. "So get your swimsuit, mon ami! For we are going to the pool!" I finished my coffee and croissant, went upstairs to pack my swimsuit and all that other stuff. Soon, we were walking to the pool.

"Why are we going to the pool, again?" I asked, sighing a bit, trying not to stare at the lovebirds holding hands and walking the other way towards this fair. I hate fairs.

"For fun in the sun~" Francis hummed quietly. Soon we were at the pool. The loud, annoying laughter of children and the sound of loud splashes replaced the silence from before. I noticed that I should have worn my swim trunks and a hoodie when I came here, because I would have to go into the locker rooms. My face scrunched up with disgust. It was disgusting. With all the laughs of the French, the screaming children running around, the disgusting shower stalls and lockers with dust and gum wrappers, I was not sure how one could survive five seconds in there.

Sadly, my 'friend' dragged me in before I could protest. My eye started twitching as soon as I smelled the chlorine. It was so strong, I could gag. Francis was still humming happily. Suddenly, Francis swung into the locker area. I immediately jumped off the floor and onto the bench, standing up. You never know what happened on that floor. Suddenly, I heard a loud voice with an accent that stood out from all the French ones. It sounded Scandinavian. I suddenly felt more comfortable.

In no time, Francis dragged me outside. He almost threw me into the pool, but I beat him to that. He crossed his arms and pouted. I sat down on the side of the pool, dipping my feet in the cool, clear water. Then, I heard that annoyingly loud, Scandinavian accented voice again.

"Cannon ball!" A wave of cold water splashed on me.

"What the hell?!" I shouted. When I moved my wet, blonde bangs out of my eyes, I saw a boy about my age and the spikiest hair I have ever seen.

"Are you okay? Oh! Um.. I mean, Êtes-vous d'accord?" He asked. I glared at him

"One, I am not okay and two, I speak English, dolt."

"You seem like the type that has trouble making friends,"

"Shut up, Scandinavian idiot?"

"Woah! You know I'm from Scandinavia?"

"Yes, now turn around and go away"

"I'd rather not"

"You're annoying. Maybe you're Danish."

"I am but that is just plain rude!" He crossed his arms but then held out a hand. "Sorry, my name's Mathias and I'm from Denmark but I'm moving to Norway once I go back home to Scandinavia. What's your name?" I stared at his hand. The only thought running through my mind was biting that hand. Instead, I gave him one of my fake smiles.

"Yeah, sorry. My name's Lukas and I'm from Norway. I have lived there my entire life." Mathias looked at me strangely.

"Are you faking a smile? I can tell you're irritated."

"Of course I'm irritated, you just got me drenched."

"At the pool, everyone is wet." I sighed. It seemed useless to argue with someone I just met. He was still looking at me strangely. Was his face pink? What is he looking at? I glared at him.

"What the hell are you looking at, Dane?" Mathias's face became bright red and he dunked his face underwater. When he came back up, I was still glaring at him.

"N-nothing. It's really nothing!" He started laughing. I sighed and stood up. "Can I buy you an ice-cream since I got you wet?" An ice-cream did sound nice, especially on a day like this.

"Hey Francis," I called him over, "I'm going to get some ice-cream with this idiot—"

"I'm not an idiot!"

"In my eyes you are, so see you back at the café…" I waved to him and grabbed all my stuff. Thankfully, I had brought all my stuff outside to the pool instead of in the lockers. I didn't want to go in there ever again. Mathias bought me a strawberry ice-cream. Not exactly my favorite but I didn't hate this flavor like I hated everything else.

"So who is Francis to you?"

"Just a friend. Why?"

"Nothing…"

"… Idiot…"

The idiot Dane walked me all the way back to the café. Once he left, I took a shower and grabbed a snack, consisting of a regular, black coffee and a chocolate croissant. I loved chocolate. Especially dark chocolate. Oh I loved it so. When I walked outside with a thick Sherlock Holmes novel, I spotted the idiot running towards the café. He waved to me. God, he's an idiot. Why would he come back? I have no idea, I'm not an idiot to understand his idiocy.

"Hey Norge!" Mathias exclaimed and tried to hug me. I must have really good reflexes because I moved just in time for him to almost bump into the brick wall of the café. It was so stupid and laughable but I didn't bother to even hint a smile, as it would be rude of me.

"Why are you here?"

"To talk to my new best bud!"

"You mean me or Francis?"

"You, my wittle Norge~!" I rolled my eyes. He was really getting on my nerves. Thankfully, Mrs. Bonnefoy saved me.

"Lukas, we're leaving for Paris tomorrow! Do you have all your stuff?"

"Shit, I forgot to pack! I'll be right there!" I waved a little bye to my new 'friend' and ran back upstairs. Today was the day I was leaving. I should have known. How could I forget? Maybe idiocy is contagious. Mathias seemed like he wanted to say something but he left. I felt a bit bad for him. The expression he held was a bit disappointed and sad. He mentioned that he was going to move to Norway. I wonder if he would move into Oslo, where I live. Nah, that's impossible. He might go live in Svalbard or something.

oOo~ Time Skip ~oOo

In the morning, Francis woke me up again. Well, I could not tell if it was morning or night, as it was dark as hell.

"Mon ami, you have to wake up now…"

"Ten more minutes, sil te plait…"

"Even if you said please, I am not going to allow you to stay in bed. Today, we are going to the city of love! Paris! How could you not be so excited to see all the beauties of this city?" He posed dramatically. I think Francis would be starring in a musical in his later years…

Soon, he dragged me out and I groaned before sitting up on the floor and pushing him out of the room to change.

oOo~ Train Ride to Paris ~oOo

This was officially the longest train ride of my life. I sat there, bored out of my mind, my cap pulled over my face. Francis was going on and on about how beautiful Paris was. Yeah, I get it; he's been talking for three hours.

I groaned. I was bored. Really bored. And I finished all the books I carried with me everywhere, five times. Each one was quite boring now.

My fingers glided across the pages. They felt cool and so… light while the air was heavy inside the train. I would have died if I read The Story of King Arthur and His Knights for the sixth time. I sighed and groaned again, like a needy child. Not that I was, but I needed entertainment.

I lifted my cap off my face and squinted at the ribbons of light streaming through the window. Dust danced around in the light and it annoyed me. What if they all fell so they could be as miserable as I was? Francis looked at me and smiled.

"Enjoying the train ride?"

"Oh yes certainly~" I rolled my eyes and spoke in a sarcastic tone. He pouted and I just shrugged. "I'm actually supposed to enjoy an eight hour train ride?"

"You were always a downer…"

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing~"


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