A/N: Little longer chapter. by a little. WONDERFULNESS.

It was saturday. Therefore Emil was strictly banned from waking his brother up. If he broke this rule Emil would have to take freezing cold showers for a week.

This saturday morning was quite peaceful in the bedroom of Lukas Bondevik. He was still asleep, dreaming about how he did not have to stay up all night, bored out of his mind and writing essays and other mind numbing things.

A loud crash sounded from the kitchen and Lukas snapped his eyes open.

"I got it!" Emil's voice drifted through his door, "Shhh!" a giggle followed. Lukas kicked his sheets off and literally rolled all the way across the bed, forgot to catch himself at the edge and fell off the bed.

"Hngngnggnfuckingarghghfhfwak ingmeupargh!" Lukas grumbled, picking himself up off the carpet. He walked out the door, ready to kill his brother.

The way that the apartment was set up was elongated. The kitchen was a rectangle without one side, the counter making up one of the longer sides of the rectangle and the missing side is where it leads into the living room, which is really just a really comfy couch and a tv. A door to the outside world is in between the kitchen and living room. A long hallway stretches all the way across the apartment, so Lukas's bedroom is directly across from the kitchen counter.

Therefore, whenever he came out of his bedroom he had full view of the whole kitchen. This morning, however, Lukas stumbled out of his bedroom, rubbing his eyes and blinking at the floor.

"God morgen, Lukas Bondevik."

Lukas-startled-fell against his wall and glared up at Mathias, who was sitting at the counter, what the hell was this guy doing in his house!?

"I'm here for breakfast." Mathias leaned his elbows on the table, reading the expression on Lukas's face, which was confused with a dash or two of mad.

"What!?" he started fuming silently. It was too early in the morning for this.

"Oh, calm down Brother. I invited him. Let him in." Emil came out of the bathroom, "He does not have a key...yet." he winked, "Now go put some pants on. We're having French toast with the works. Mathias brought me-us-some whipped cream." he giggled again.

Lukas could not handle this many giggles. He couldn't handle being woken up on saturday morning. He couldn't handle having just boxers and an overly large t-shirt on in front of a semi-stranger. He especially couldn't handle his brother having invited a semi-stranger into his home.

"Ugh...two weeks no heat." he slammed his bedroom door and fell onto his bed with a groan.

Staring down into his steaming cup of coffee, Tino felt his brows pull together in a troubled glare with thoughts of Emil and Mathias. He was starting to worry. Not only was Mathias too old for Emil he didn't know it. What was he gonna think when he found out that he could be sent to prison? Also, what was Lukas doing in this situation? Did he know that Mathias didn't know about Emil's age?

He couldn't possibly be okay with the situation, even if he seemed cold sometimes he really did care about Emil, so why would he let this go on?

His thoughts were interrupted by his sexy lover friend, who had sat across from him at the table. Or fiance, if you wanted to be boring.

"Hei Berwald." he looked up forlornly.

"Whats tr'bling you? Yah look worried."

"It's just that Emil is too young for Mathias and he's a really nice guy and all, but he doesn't know and Lukas isn't doing anything about it and I really don't want this to end badly and I wish there was something I could do..."

Berwald stared at him for a second, looking a bit frustrated, he really wanted to dance around his IKEA kitchen singing "I told you so!", but that's not exactly helpful. Like at all.

"I think yah need to talk to Emil 'bout it. If he doesn't r'spond corr'ctly then talk with Mathias and convince him t'd break up with Emil." Berwald said, adjusting his glasses.

"I don't know...will you talk to Lukas, too? You have more...persuading influences on him..." Tino took a sip of his coffee. Berwald smiled slightly. Tino was so cute when he tried to spare his feelings. Berwald knew he wasn't exactly the friendliest looking, hell, Tino had run away the first time he saw him; but he had learned to use it to his advantage.

"If yah really want m'to." Tino beamed at him and he couldn't help but smile at his fiance. He really was lucky.

There was a specific reason that Berwald didn't like Danes. Well...Danish guys. Well...one specific Danish guy.

Mathias Fucking Kohler, recovering 'pyromaniac' and mega douche extraordinaire, skilled in the fine art of screwing everything up and burning everything down. Why he decided to waltz unwelcomed into Berwalds life is a mystery to all, not even Holmes could crack that nutcase.

The annoying thing was that Berwald hadn't done anything to stop inevitable doom. He had actually been in college with Mathias (as well as Tino. Thats where they had first met.). Then his weird behaviors had first started to show themselves. First with the bonfire parties and then onto the juggling chainsaws, it was a surefire sign he wasn't headed in the right direction. And then there were the times where he would lock himself out of the world for days, not eating and just being...scary.

Alas, he had waited too long.

Berwald, after college, had started working at the local IKEA, slowly climbing the ranks with his...skillful use of expression, until he was managing the store. He was good at his job, his employees were faithful and always did their job well, until one day when Mathias got fired from his job.

Tino had come to the IKEA to eat lunch with Berwald while he was on his lunch break. Mathias had decided to come along, too. He didn't talk at all. He was spaced out and kept looking off in the direction of the bedroom section, like there was something he needed to get.

"Mathias, are you okay?" Tino couldn't help but worry about his friend, he usually had so much to say...

Mathias just looked at him, cocked his head and smiled softly, "I'm fine Tino, but I'm going to head to the bath rooms, I'll be back soon."

A few minutes later Berwald could smell something burning. Tino's eyes widened and he whipped out his phone, dialing Mathias as he walked towards the general sections of baths.

Smoke was starting to fill the building, screams rang throughout the store as a surging mass of bodies ran for the exits, swarming the parking lot. Berwald ran to the pillows, following the high-pitched shriek of a little girl, seeing the small figure huddled under one of the loft beds filled Berwald with rage; it was one thing to set things on fire that don't belong to you, but to endanger the lives of children was unthinkable.

Mathias was out of his mind and Berwald was determined to protect the world from him.