Hi guys! Most of you probably won't read/respond to this and that's okay! Anways I know Denmark and Norway don't have official names so bear with me okay? I'm going to use Mathias Kohler for Denmark because I like the sound of it, it kinda fits him. I like the name Lukas for Norway, probably because one of my favourite DenNor fanfics used this name, I think. Anways I know that there are a few Norwegians reading this story so if you could help with a last name I would appreciate it and owe you a favour of some sort! Possible one-shot or story-insert?
P.S. Sorry it's shorter than I would have liked it to be. :(
So you might ask yourself. Lukas, why is a respectable person such as yourself even associated with such a fool? Well I suppose you could call it outgoingness on the Danes part. You could also call it forced friendship. But I, well I like to call it kidnapping. Now some may say that one kid cannot kidnap another kid, but that's if you've never experienced it.
There I was. Four years old with the same sparkle in my eyes that resembled the shine found in a lump of coal. My lackluster personally matched this spunk, as it resembled that of a wet mop. As you so obviously can see, I was not your typical child. I didn't get excited about toys and things normal children so easily got amused with. In all actuality I found it rather stupid. Another thing that set me apart was my mind set of cleanliness. I couldn't stand getting dirty and soiling my clothes. I cringed at how the other children were overjoyed to play in the filth they called mud. I don't think I was ever really happy with anything, the closest thing I was about content with were stuffed animals. Specifically speaking, bunnies. I never really knew why, but I just was. My idea of happiness back then, and basically still now, was sitting alone in a corner clutching something I liked. Back then it was bunnies, and today, seeing as how I've grown a little more mature since then, now prefer books. Thinking back, these qualities were probably the source of how I attracted the Dane's attention in the first place. I mean he did just sort of jump on me from out of the blue one day.
It was a wonderful sunny day in late August when it happened. There I was in the corner of the classroom tightly holding a pink stuffed bunny staring off blankly into space. I wasn't particularly interested in watching the other children play mindless things with each other so I didn't mind them any attention. To be completely honest I don't believe I was really thinking about anything, my mind was just somewhere out there. So you could imagine the shock I had when I was pounced upon, yes literally jumped on, by a spazzed out Dane. I was sure that he had had far too much sugar, but I was mistaken as I would later find out that it was in fact just his personality. And that is how it all started.
"Hi." He said to me with the goofiest grin I had ever seen. I was an only child at the time, so seeing as the other kids hadn't attempted to communicate with me didn't help my lack of socialization skills. So because of this I really didn't know how to respond. I just basically nodded back and began to stare at him.
He didn't seem fazed by this and just continued to babble on. "My name's Mathias. You don't talk very much do you? That's okay because I know your name is Lukas because I've seen the nametag on your desk." Again I just continued to stare at him.
"You should smile." As he said this he attempted to push up the corners of my mouth and I just kinda stood there looking like a baboon while he molested my face.
"You're really pretty you know, kinda like a girl. You can be my friend so let's play house okay? I'll be the daddy and you can be the mommy since you are so pretty." Not even waiting for my answer, which I'm sure wouldn't have mattered either way; he grabbed my hand and dragged me away to some large cardboard box which we used as a pretend house. For the next half hour I would be forced to be a woman. This had me pretending to clean, cook, and take care of our babies, all ten of them. You could only imagine how thrilled I was. And this was only the start of what they call a childhood friendship. Or the beginning of what I like to call vassalage. This was also the beginning of the numerous times I'd be forced to play house with the nutcase. In later years he even went as far as dragging my younger brother Emil into the mix.
Sobasically to sum it all up, my first friend was someone who jumped me, molested my face, kidnapped me, and basically made me into his bitch, or friend as he would call it. Not to mention he forced me to pretend that I was a woman, which I didn't particularly care about, especially since in later years he grew to understand the concept of two men being together was also acceptable. But at the time I apparently also didn't care too much about being hijacked by him either. Maybe I was just passive back as a kid. Or I was just too shocked by his brash behavior to react in any sort of way. Probably the latter. I mean, what could I really do in that situation? I guess I could have punched him, but then again, I don't think punching would have fazed him either. He is just that kind of person. He doesn't plainly, 'take life by the horns,' it is far more than that. He loves life and basically he is damn well going to enjoy it while he is still kicking. Though I hate admitting this, I really do admire this quality about him. So even though I am in love with an idiot, it's good to know that he has his priorities straight. Maybe this love isn't so foolish after all, you know?