Of all people it was Norway who helped Alfred fit all of the pieces of the unicorn puzzle together in his hero-clogged brain. He hadn't gone out seeking the quiet individual much less asked for his help; it was all happenstance that the Norwegian was walking out of the elevator the same time Alfred was walking in. Both headed separate directions while they waited for the Arctic council meeting to get on its way. Alfred had run right into the smaller man not paying attention as he often times found himself doing. "Oh I'm sorry!" He said quickly a hand shooting out to catch the other male to steady him.
They stood there awkwardly for a moment Lukas staring at the spot Alfred was holding him with an creepy blank expression making Alfred wonder if the smaller nation was mad at him for the accident. Pulling his hand back Alfred watched as Lukas slowly reached his own hand up fixing the Nordic cross barrette in his hair before making eye contact.
Dull blue bore into sky blue and Alfred felt strangely out of place as Lukas titled his head to the side as if listening to someone next to him as he nodded slowly his free floating curl bobbing with the movement. How did it just float there? It wasn't even normal. And what was with that dot just hanging but it?
"It's alright America." He said suddenly drawing Alfred's eyes back to his own and away from that damn hair. With those simple words he brushed past the American intent to leave before his arm was grabbed causing him to stop.
"Hey you're weird like Arthur right?" The words fell from Alfred's mouth before he could think better of them.
"I don't-"
"I mean you talk to stuff that's not real, like him." Alfred pressed on. Hearing the elevator door dig in protest at being held open for so long as it tried to shut but he shoved it back.
"A matter of opinion I suppose." He muttered knowing he would get nowhere arguing with the alien obsessed man about the idea of things he couldn't see.
"Well maybe you could help me." Norway raised a thin brow at him but he paid it no mind refusing to let the other leave without getting his help. "Francis told me that Arthur hates him because of something to do with Unicorns. What's that all about?"
There was that look again. The same look he had seen on Arthurs face when he asked about the one horned horse. Grant it the look on Lukas's face was nowhere near as devastating looking as Arthurs had been, but it was still there. Pain, regret anguish. "It would make sense." The light haired man said softly glancing to his side again as if looking at something that wasn't there before looking back and stepping closer to Alfred. "Arthur was much closer to them then I was so he would have been devastated by the loss."
"What loss?" Alfred asked scowling.
"Of the Unicorns, tosk!" (fool) Norway replied back coolly.
"Ok let me try and get this straight. I know Arty is crazy and sees fairies and gnomes and crap but not unicorns apparently? Why? Can't he just imagine them there like everything else?" Lukas made a face like he wanted to protest Arthur's proclaimed craziness but stayed quiet. "What does Francis have to do with any of this?" Norway grit his teeth and may have been muttering some type of spell under his breathe as his aggravation with the American grew, but Alfred paid it no mind. "Well?" he demanded the elevator dinging again and he shoved the door with a little more force this time to keep it open.
"Alfred let us pretend a moment that you grew up with Arthur." Sarcasm thick in the heavily accented voice.
"I did grow up wi-"
"Well then he must have told you stories as a child yes?" The Norwegian asked doing his best to keep his calm. "Fairytales perhaps? Think very hard now what do you remember of the stories about unicorns? Whom do they visit."
"That's a stupid question they only visit virg…"
Dull Blue met wide sky blue. The Elevator doors bell rang out again as Norway gently eased his arm out of Alfred's grip and the metal doors finally closed.
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