Thank you to Xou for the follow and the review. And a big thanks to Ms Maddie for the big review!

This time, you'll all know what happened going from the end of both Matthias' and Emma's accounts. Matthias I still think is the more central character, so his views will be more seen.

Xou: Again, thank you for the follow and the review!

Ms Maddie: You think my story is awesome? Thank you so much! Don't worry, I don't think it's stupidity that you thought the woman in the beginning with Matthias was Emma - it was an honest mistake. But with all due respect, I would never cast any of the nations in a role like that - I don't see anyone fitting that role and I don't really hate the nations either. That woman will appear later, anyway. I felt a little bad at first making Peter sick, but I became fine with it since he gets better anyway. As for Emil, you're not wrong on him being beaten up, but that's a different story altogether in a separate piece I'm planning with him and Turkey (and no, Turkey isn't the one who beats him up). I'm glad I was able to capture the grimness of the situation since I was never bullied myself (though I do know people who were, even are). Your review wasn't pointless at all; I really appreciate it!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia.

Shall we move on with the story?

"What the hell?" Matthias looked before him to see what he had bumped into when he was met with warm, light green hues.

His jaw dropped slightly as he stared at the owner of these lovely orbs, seeing a blonde woman wearing a simple aqua dress that reached her calves with a pale lavender bolero jacket over it. She was leaning down to pick up a block of chocolate she seemed to have dropped from their collision. He couldn't help but stare at how soft her wavy, yellow gold hair was and admired how her face was free from any blemish. She had almond eyes, a finely shaped nose and a full set of pink lips.

"Uncle Matthias! Uncle Matthias!" Peter called to the Danish man repeatedly, now worried at the stunned expression on the Dane's face. "Come on, Uncle Matthias!"

Matthias eventually heard the recurring calls from the little boy and shook his head, mentally slapping himself. What the hell had gotten into him? He then approached the lady, swallowed a lump that somehow magically appeared in his throat and asked, "Erm…you…you need some help there?"

Unlike Matthias, Emma hadn't noticed what caused her to drop her chocolate at first; opting to pick up the necessary ingredient before discovering what or whom had caused her to stumble. However, as she looked up from hearing a male voice traced with a rather thick accent ask if she required assistance, she was instantly met by a pair of baby blues.

The owner to the pair of said baby blues was a rather tall man with a muscular build. He had short and spiky blonde hair that was swept slightly to his right and he had a slightly long face as well as a curved nose. He had high cheekbones; no signs of scars or acne and judging from a slight indent in one cheek, Emma assumed that this man had dimples. Her eyes had widened just a little bit upon gazing at him.

Peter was now very concerned upon seeing that the two adults were now seemingly frozen in their positions as they continued staring right into the other's eyes, rather spaced out expressions on their faces.

Warm green against baby blue.

The child began tugging on the Danish man's arm and piped up, "Uncle Matthias! The milk!"

"Milk…?" Matthias instantly gazed over and his eyes were now fixed upon the smashed bottle on the floor. The white liquid from within, slowly spreading around the sharp fragments. "Crap!"

"I'm so sorry," Emma apologized, finally catching herself staring at this stranger. She didn't know what had come over her – it was very impolite to stare after all. "I didn't mean to bump into you; now you lost a bottle of milk because of me."

"No, no, no, I'm sorry," Matthias spoke up as he placed a hand over his chest. "I bumped into you and well…" he groaned. "Looks like I have to pay for that…"

"No, I'll pay," Emma insisted. "It's only fair, isn't it? It was my fault in the first place."

"No way could I let you do that!" protested Matthias. "That's not right! A woman shouldn't be paying for a stupid mistake that I caused!"

Emma shook her head, "It's fine – I insist. You can have my bottle and I'll just get a new one and pay for this one. Sounds right, doesn't it?"

"No, it doesn't! I feel like a complete idiot – I'll pay."

"Why don't you both just pay for it?" spoke up Peter, now annoyed. The two adults gazed down at the child, who had his arms crossed over his chest, a pout present on his face, "You can both pay for it and therefore, no-one feels that it's their fault! And that's fair too, right?"

Matthias gulped, feeling his face heat up; he was babbling like an idiot and he looked like a complete fool in front of Peter and probably, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Smooth move, there…

Emma smiled, "You're right. Absolutely right." She then leaned down a little to go on eye-level with Peter, "What's your name, sweetie?"

"Peter!" the child said proudly, puffing his chest out. "I'm Peter! It's nice to meet you, ma'am!"

The Belgian woman gave a giggle, "Oh, no need for formalities! Just call me Emma." She smiled at the Danish man, "May I ask what your name is?"

Matthias swallowed, rubbing the side of his head as he responded, "M-Matthias. I'm Matthias…" the Dane was shocked at how much strength he had to muster to keep his voice from shaking uncontrollably.

"It's nice to meet you, Matthias," Emma said earnestly, flashing him a warm smile. Her hand was extended outward. Matthias stared at it for a moment, his eyes slightly widened, but after catching himself he immediately shot his hand out so as not to look rude.

He was amazed at how soft that petite hand felt against his large and rough one. Likewise, Emma was in awe at how strong yet gentle the hold of the large hand she was gripping was.

"Uncle Matthias, come on!" piped up Peter. "We need to get the rest of the things for Mama Tino! It's getting really late!"

"H-huh? Oh! Right!" Matthias smacked his forehead – he had completely forgotten as to why he was at the market in the first place. He accepted the bottle of milk from the Belgian woman as she then checked her list. "You got…some more shopping to do?" the Danish man asked, trying to make some conversation.

The Belgian woman nodded, "Just some tomatoes, then I'll be on my way."

"H-hey! I'm looking for tomatoes, too!" spoke up the Danish man, flashing a big smile, though he was starting to feel rather self-conscious. "How about we all go and get some?"

Emma gave a shrug, the smile still planted on her face, "Sure, I have no problem with that."

The three had obtained the red fruits in a rather short time, in Matthias' opinion. During this time, they were both silent as they inspected the tomatoes, judging the ripeness and plumpness until there were six in both of their bags. Emma was gently squeezing the tomato to confirm its quality as Matthias watched her. He couldn't help but gaze at the great care that the Belgian woman had towards the product, but quickly tore his eyes away before she could catch him staring.

After leaving the counter (where both had paid for the broken milk bottle), they parted ways. Emma pointed to the left, "I live in that direction. I really need to be getting home; my brother worries if I don't come home after a while."

Matthias nodded in understanding as he pointed to the opposite direction, "Pete here and I have to get going, too. We live that way."

Emma smiled, "It was really nice meeting you, Matthias."

The Danish man gave a jovial laugh, "Right back at you, Emma! See you again…maybe?"

The Belgian woman gave a soft giggle, "Maybe…" and with that, after a wave, she turned around and made her way home. Secretly, as she hummed to herself on her way home, she began to wonder if she would see the Danish man again.

Little did she know that Matthias was having much similar thoughts.

He was suddenly in his own little world up high in the clouds as he stared skyward, unaware of what was going on around him. He was walking in a rather dazed fashion as the visage of Emma's face was still glowing brightly in his thoughts. His own face had a rather wondering, faraway look to it, which naturally concerned Peter.

The little boy wasn't sure what to think upon seeing the Danish man in such a weird state – he wasn't sick, was he? He tugged on Matthias' arm, trying to lead him back home.

Emma was distracted, Lars noticed; as soon as he came home, he saw her walking with a rather wondering look on her face, seemingly looking at something that wasn't in his line of view, and she didn't seem to be paying much attention when he called her a few times, either. Her humming also had a more soft and dream-like tone, which was unlike her usually cheery and bouncy melodies.

Naturally, the Dutch man was worried.

"What's gotten into you?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow.

The Belgian woman was immediately snapped out of her thoughts. "Oh…?"

"I'll repeat again," the Dutch man said, slightly annoyed. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Oh…" Emma shook her head. "It's nothing, really. I'm just…distracted…"

"Distracted?" Lars asked. "Is it because of the shop?"

"Oh…yes," Emma said; she knew it was a lie, but her brother had a rather overprotective streak when it concerned to the company she associated herself with.

Back home at Brussels, he had already chased off five suitors who were after the Belgian woman's heart. When they moved here, Lars chased off a good several more with cold ferocity. Emma had even heard one of them claim that it was Lars' fault for his broken nose, to which the Dutchman denied. She didn't want to believe it, and instead, disregarded it.

"I'm just excited to finally bake something for the shop."

"Well, you'll be doing it soon," Lars said with a nod. "I bumped into this Swedish guy on my way back. After taking a while to understand what the hell he was saying, he told me he claims he knows a handyman who'd be willing to fix up the place."

"Really?" Emma's attention was immediately brought back. "Really? When can he work?"

Lars smirked at finally capturing his sister's concentration, "The guy I spoke to said he'd tell the handyman tonight, so hopefully; the handyman will come in and start looking at the damages tomorrow. Then hopefully, the day after, he'll start working."

Emma was ecstatic, "Oh my God! I can't wait! We're going to open our patisserie soon! Isn't that wonderful, bro?" she immediately ran over and wrapped her arms around the Dutch man's neck. Lars gave a snort as he patted his sister's arm, a rolled up newspaper in hand.

The Belgian woman was so delighted, that she had completely forgotten about the new friend she met at the store.

"Mama Tino!" Peter cried as soon as he was able to lead Matthias back home. "Mama Tino! Help! Come over here! There's something wrong!"

Immediately, Tino, Berwald and Lukas rushed into the room as soon as they heard the boy's cries for help. Emil had emerged from his room, too; peering from the top of the stairs. "What? What is it, Peter?" Tino asked in alarm. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's Uncle Matthias!" Peter pointed at the Danish man, who still had that spacey, far-off expression etched on his face. "There's something wrong with him! He's acting all weird!"

Lukas sighed, "There's always something wrong with him. Worry not, Peter; he always acts weird…"

"What happened?" Tino questioned, noticing the strange expression on the Danish man's face. "I'm glad you bought all of the groceries, but what happened, Peter? Tell us."

"He bumped into this lady and dropped the bottle of milk! Then they both acted weird! They kept staring at each other all googly eyed and insisted that they should pay for the milk and after when I told them that they both should pay it, they agreed, but Uncle Matthias continued staring at her again as we all went to buy tomatoes!" the child spoke in such a rush, that Emil was starting to get confused.

Lukas arched an eyebrow, "So…he was acting this way because he met a woman?"

"Yeah!"

"Care to tell us what this woman was like?"

Peter tapped at his chin, his eyes looking upward as he thought carefully, "Well…she was really pretty. She had golden hair and green eyes. And she was really nice, too!"

Tino then gave a sigh of relief, which was then replaced by a chuckle as his gaze fell on the Dane. "Oh, Matthias!" he chuckled. "You silly man!"

Lukas rolled his eyes, "Idiot…" he then pinched Matthias by the ear, prompting the Danish man to crash back into reality.

"Owww! Norge! That really hurt!" whined Matthias as he gave a childish pout in the Norwegian man's direction. "Seriously! What the hell was that for?"

"For being an idiot as usual," Lukas said tonelessly. "Next time you see a stunning woman; don't just stare at her like a creeper."

Matthias' mouth was flapping up and down in shock as the Norwegian man calmly returned into the kitchen to finally pick up the cup that contained that lovely smelling tea that his new friend, Arthur, had given him during their shift together earlier that day.

Berwald finally spoke up, "Matthias."

Said Dane reverted his attention to the tall Swede. "What?" he asked.

"Found a job for you."

This definitely gained the Dane's attention. Matthias perked up instantly, "A job, really? For me? What is it, Waldo?"

"Bumped into this Dutchman on my way home," Berwald continued in his low voice, though he was slightly annoyed at the nickname the Dane bestowed upon him. "Said he and his sister will open a shop, but the place was a dump. Said they needed a handyman to help with some damages they cannot fix…"

"Really now?" Matthias laughed. "Well, with me on the job, the shithole will look awesome in no time!" his laugh was immediately caught off by Lukas slapping his arm. "Oww! Norge!" he whined childishly. "What was that for?"

Lukas looked stern, mug in hand, "No swearing in front of Peter." He gestured to the kitchen to where Peter was following Tino for some hot chocolate.

Matthias instantly reddened as he rubbed the back of his head. He chuckled sheepishly, "Right! Sorry…"

Sorry if my writing is a bit sloppy, but to be honest, I really don't know what it's like to be in a romantic position (forever alone). Haha, I imagine it to be a feeling you cannot describe. But, anyway...here's a question for you guys: what do you guys thinks Lars will be like if he met Matthias? How would Lars react if he discovers Matthias would become a suitor?

Share you thoughts and opinions, guys? They make me happy. Hahaha, have a nice day! :DDD