In case you're confused

Lukas- norway

Matthias- Denmark

Emil- Iceland (fits him so well X3)

Berwald- Sweden

Tino- Finland

Peter- Sealand

And 'tak' means 'thank you' in Danish and 'jeg eskler dig' means "i love you' in danish. Correct me If i'm wrong, i just googled it.


No one knows what goes on in Matthias' mind. What he's thinking when he's secretly laughing over something someone said, or when he sees something random- such as a balloon or pogo stick, or when he's looking at Lukas with that sly smirk stretched across his lips.

So, naturally, Lukas decided to find out one day exactly what.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Emil asked, worried. He and Lukas were always early risers, so the two brothers were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup or two of coffee.

"Yes. There's nothing else to do today, and you know I hate being bored." Lukas said casually.

The Icelandic man sighed and shook his head slightly. "Just how are you going to do it anyways? I know you have magic and all...but it's confusing."

Lukas sat up straight as he took another sip of coffee. "I'm going to set up a mind-link with him. I'll be able to hear all of his thoughts, but he can't hear mine. If you'd like I can record them for you for later." He held up a small tape recorder.

"How are you going to do that? Didn't Peter buy that at the grocery store?" Emil snorted.

"Yes. But with my magic I can transfer his thoughts onto here. Then we can listen to them later. Understand?"

"A little. I don't get how it can be done, but I guess so." Emil put his empty cup in the sink. "If you can actually do this- which I doubt- I will call you big brother."

Surprised, Lukas looked up, a slow grin spreading onto his face. "Really? You will"

Emil winced slightly. "Yeah, but only if it works."

"Of course it will." Lukas said, his maniacal side overcoming him for a moment.

"The amazing King of Denmark has arrived!"

Speak of the devil.

Muttering a few words in ancient Norwegian under his breath, Lukas cast the spell and turned on the recorder, slipping it into his pocket. There. It should be working right now.

"Good morning Matthias. Sleep well?" Lukas asked as the Dane slumped at the kitchen table, already opening a beer.

"Good, tak." Matthias grinned at him.

Holy crap. Norge is actually talking to me without inflicting pain.. Dang he must be in a good mood. Lukas heard Matthias' voice in his brain. Good, it was working.

"Hey, wanna hear about a crazy dream that I had last night?" Matthias asked him.

Lukas rolled his eyes. "No, not really.

Matthias frowned. "Awwww. Okay."

Maybe it's better that I didn't tell him anyways...It was kinda weird. Except for that part where he turned into a girl and we got married. And had kids. That was pretty cool. But the part about Emil and the fridge...gah that was horrible. They had freaking fridge babies! It was so creepy. Poor pregnant Emil...

Wow. That...was disturbing. And not just the part about the 'fridge babies'.

For the rest of the day, Lukas listened to Matthias' thoughts. They weren't anything particularly interesting- most of them were totally random like "Oh, I should poke a squirrel someday" and things like that and made next to zero sense.

Lukas gave up for the moment and was currently relaxing on the couch, secretly reading a book of Norwegian fairy tales that was hidden inside a book jacket of a murder mystery. Berwald and Tino had taken Peter out to the park and Emil was at the vet with Mr. Puffin. (Lukas suspected that Matthias had given the poor bird beer again.)

Okay, okay. Here's my chance. Don't screw it up, Matthias. You can do this. You're the freaking amazing King of Denmark.

Looking up from his stories, Lukas stared confusedly at Matthias, who had just sat next to him. "What did you say?"

Matthias stared back with an equal expression. "What? Nothing..."
Then Lukas remembered that he was listening to Matthias' thoughts. "Oh, sorry my bad. Must of been my imagination."

"Ah okay." Matthias said quickly, sitting there anxiously.

Okay it's going good so far...good. Oh crap what should I do next?

Having no clue what was going on, Lukas closed his book and turned to Matthias. "Is there something you want?"

Matthias. You can do this. Do it now. Don't hesitate. But...what if he-DAMN IT ALL!

Lukas was suddenly pulled into a tight hug. His indigo eyes widened and met Matthias' sky blue ones. "M-matthias?! What the hell?!" He felt his face flush red.

Lukas, to heck with it all. I've tried to tell you many times, but either couldn't gather up the courage or was pushed away. I love you. Jeg elsker dig.

"I love you too." Lukas murmured, putting a hand on the side of Matthias' face and gently kissing him.

This kiss lasted a few minutes before Matthias pulled away, surprised. "But...I didn't say anything..."

Oh crap. Lukas thought, mentally face-palming. "Well...that doesn't matter." He murmured. "I could tell what you meant."

Matthias chuckled. "Like a mind reader."

"So- how did it go?" Emil asked at the end of the day. He and Lukas were also the ones that stayed up the latest.

"I could hear his thoughts fine, but the recorder didn't work." Lukas said casually.

Emil stared at him in surprise. "What? Really?"

"Yes. I guess you win. Anyways, I'm tired. I'm going to bed." Lukas stood up and left the room, leaving the recorder on the table.

Confused, Emil picked it up and listened to it. As the recording continued his grin grew wider and wider. He quietly began to giggle. His giggling soon reached Lukas' ears, and the Norwegian came back.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked sleepily.

Emil flashed him a maniacal grin, which was out of character for him and nearly made Lukas shudder. "How much would you like to pay me not to tell anyone what you did with Matthias earlier?"


And that, friends, is how Emil got his X-box 360 Kinect. :3 So learn from him. If you want something, make sure you have blackmail first. Good, nice blackmail.

Or do what is right and just save up years for it. :3 you dont hurt peoples feelings that way.

THANK YOU TO MY FRIEND ISABEL FOR GIVING ME THE IDEA! 8D