Hello guys, HetaWriter/HetaReader here. Back with another chapter of Truffles and a Hammer. Big thanks this time go to DeviousDragons for the fave and follow! Also, a big thanks goes to September Samstar, Benevolent Ice Queen and K-Ojousama for the reviews!
September Samstar: Spain, huh? Read on and find out. :D ohhhh, if you're studying for a test, then please put my story on hold and go study - I'd feel like a total bastard if you ended up failing something D:. If it's not for a test... *shifty eyes, whispers* go right on ahead...
Benevolent Ice Queen: Ah, I'm glad that the moments between Matthias and Emma aren't sappy and are well-received by you - I was really worried because this is the first time I've written this sort of a story before. Hehe, Lars' character was very fun to write; he was actually also the easiest to write, too. Yes, I'm a total sucker for details. Vietnam FTW. Wy is awesome, too (too bad she's not shown too much, though...TT_TT). Haha, I tend to feel that way towards cliff-hangers, too. I become so on edge that I become irritated at the chapter ending like that, yet at the same time, it makes me have something to look forward to.
K-Ojousama: It's okay, find any of my mistakes in your own time; I really appreciate you actually looking for some, though. I apologize if I was being mean for ending in a cliffhanger! TT_TT you guess it's Spain? Read on to find out who it is.
I notice that everyone is interested with Emil and how he's doing. I've also put up another story that corresponds with this one and in the same universe as A Piece of Me (also like this one). I put up the first chapter right now - Smoke Catching Fire. This story focuses on Emil's perspective, as well as Sadik. You can look at it, if you like.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia.
Emma turned her head around, and became highly alarmed when a sudden blur of brown and green almost knocked her off her feet. Luckily, the Belgian woman was able to maintain her balance.
Matthias had stepped forward with Peter in his arms just in case Emma fell over, but was relieved when he saw that she had caught her footing. The Dane looked closely and saw that the cause of Emma almost falling was a young woman.
A young woman about the same age as her.
This young woman had long brown hair that was somewhat wavy at the ends. She also had an orange flower in her hair, and was wearing a short-sleeved dress with a black bodice and an orange shirt. She was also wearing brown boots that reached her calves.
"It's been so long!" the woman exclaimed, her eyes sparkled a vibrant green. "I haven't seen you for years! How are you, Emma? Remember me?"
Once the hype calmed down a bit, Emma was able to take a better look at who attacked her with the surprise hug and at once, her jaw dropped. "Lizzie, is that you? I can't believe this! It has been so long!" she immediately leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the other woman's neck.
"You guys know each other?" Matthias questioned as he let down Peter.
"She's a friend of yours, Ms. Héderváry?" inquired Peter, looking genuinely interested.
The brunette woman, Elizaveta, laughed, "Emma and I have been best friends in high school! I always wondered what happened to her – everyone wondered that actually! She just disappeared after graduation!"
"You knew that the culinary college I went off to was in the city," Emma said as she lightly pushed Elizaveta's shoulder. "I tried to keep contact, but I guess my studies got me in the end, I do apologize…"
"Why must you apologize? There's no need for that!" Elizaveta waved a hand dismissively. "What matters the most is that you're here and you look better than ever! Now, weren't you studying to be a patissieur?"
"I did," said Emma proudly. "And I was able to get my degree a year ago."
"Really? I'm so proud of you, that's really impressive," remarked Elizaveta. "So now that we'll catch up again, I'll expect to one day try your cakes in future, now will I?"
"But of course," laughed Emma. "My brother and I actually opened a shop recently."
"A shop already?" Elizaveta asked, fascinated. "My, my – you've been quite the busy woman now! I'm impressed you were able to get a shop already!" the brunette woman then stopped and finally laid her eyes onto Matthias. She whispered to the Belgian woman, "Oh…who is this, Emma?"
"This is Matthias," Emma said, pulling the Dane slightly closer. "He's a friend of mine."
"Nice to meet you," Matthias shook hands with the woman as he patted Peter's head. "I'm also Pete's uncle here."
"Ahh, yes; Peter speaks about you a lot, actually. Hmm…a friend, really Emma? That's all?" a slightly disappointed look than crossed Elizaveta's face. "For a moment there, I thought the both of you were together…"
"Wait, what?" Emma's whole face flushed a hot shade of scarlet while Matthias' jaw dropped at the notion as he gaped. "No, Lizzie, we're not together," stammered the Belgian woman.
Matthias couldn't help but feel something sharp cut through his heart as he heard those words blurt out of the Belgian woman's mouth. Elizaveta sighed, "I even thought you both might be married, for a second, too…"
"Okay, now that's going too far, Lizzie!" said Emma, trying to keep her voice from going shaky. "Matthias and I aren't even dating." The Belgian woman was shocked at feeling a pang of disappointment run through her as she said that.
Elizaveta leaned closer and gazed at Matthias' face. The Danish man leaned back only a bit, a little uneasy about the brunette woman's rather scrutinizing gaze on him. He maintained eye contact with her though, as she looked him up and down. Matthias began to wonder what the brunette woman was even thinking out and just why was she even looking at him like that.
After a while, Emma then piped up, "Lizzie, were you able to keep in contact with everybody?"
"Hmm?" Elizaveta snapped her head around, prompting Emma to repeat her question. The brunette woman gave a laugh, "I actually was able to keep in contact with some people! Some of them, for instance, work here."
"Really?" Emma looked excited. "Who works here? Where do you work?"
"I work with the kindergarteners," responded Elizaveta with a warm smile.
Emma nodded, "That's to be expected; you always were so wonderful with children."
"Anyway, you remember Katyusha, right?"
"Of course!" exclaimed Emma, remembering the Ukrainian woman who was two years older than her and had therefore graduated earlier. Despite graduating before her and Elizaveta, she kept contact with them. Emma remembered that the woman had a big heart made of gold, but she was very emotional, too. "Katyusha works here?"
"Not anymore," Elizaveta shook her head. "She's now working at the high school as the counselor."
"Really?" Emma was truly impressed - Katyusha seemed so fragile, actually. "That's really impressive."
"Oh, and remember that guy who kept coming around from that university near the beach? He kept picking fights with Heracles in Katyusha's grade? That jerk, Sadik?"
"The tall Turkish guy with the mask?" Emma asked, then scolded, "Lizzie, that's not really a nice thing to say – he's not a bad guy, actually. He's just misunderstood; Gupta said he actually lived a hard life at home."
"Gupta actually spoke to you?" questioned Elizaveta, her green eyes widened. "I've been trying to talk to that guy ever since that one time in high school when I was partnered with him for an art class and the only thing I could hear is mumbling!"
"I actually saw Gupta not too long ago," explained Emma with a light smile. "I went to the supermarket one day and I saw him carrying a pot. He's not wearing his keffiyeh anymore."
"Ohhh," Elizaveta leaned closer. "Seriously? What does he look like? He disappeared just like you! I've never seen him without that thing on his head!"
"What's a keffiyeh?" inquired Matthias, now wanting to be left out of the conversation anymore. He had trouble pronouncing the word, though.
Emma flashed him a smile, glad that he was able to join in the conversation; she was worried that he was bored for a moment, "A keffiyeh is a sort of headdress."
"We had a classmate back in high school named Gupta," explained Elizaveta, also beaming at the Danish man. "He always wore one on his head – I think only Sadik knew what he looked like without it."
"Wouldn't he get bald from that?" questioned Matthias as he ran a hand through his own pale blonde hair. "I mean, if he kept that thing on his head all the time?"
"I actually wondered about that," Emma agreed at the Danish man's notion. "And when I saw him at the supermarket, I actually didn't know it was him until he waved at me, said hi and even came over. He could tell I didn't know it was him, though," to this, Emma gave a good-natured laugh. "He smiled a bit and finally introduced himself after asking me to guess who he was. I felt so stupid when he told me in the end!"
"How different does he look anyway?" wondered Elizaveta. "I wonder if he and Sadik still talk. Anyway, how's your brother? Does he still play soccer?"
Before Emma could respond, Matthias quickly cut in, "Wait, your brother plays soccer?" seeing the Belgian woman nod, the Dane exclaimed, "Why didn't you tell me? I play soccer, too!"
"Really now?" Emma was slightly surprised at that piece of information, but seeing how well-built the Dane was, it became a no-brainer. "Bro used to play soccer, but he doesn't do it much anymore. He just watches it on TV. I think it'd be wonderful if you could play soccer with him some time; seriously, I think it'll do him a lot of good."
"Lars was one of the best players in our school," added Elizaveta with a fond smile. "He filled in for our star striker, Antonio, and well…we were all scared at first, because Lars was a reserve for the whole school soccer tournament, but everyone was just…wow."
"That good, huh?" Matthias smirked. "I'd love to play with him sometime; I'm quite good at it myself."
"Can't wait to see your skills then," smiled Emma. From the Belgian woman's words, Matthias felt his stomach turn into knots as he hoped that he didn't eat his words yet. She then turned to Elizaveta, "Speaking of Antonio…how is he? How is Toni?"
Matthias didn't like how interest the tone of the Belgian woman was. His scowl came unnoticed when Elizaveta laughed, "He works here, too! He teaches one of the Year Two classes!"
"I expected as much," sighed Emma, a fond look crossing her face. "He loved kids; he's good with them, too. Is he here?"
"Over there!" Elizaveta pointed after she and the Belgian woman began looking around. "He's just there!" she then held Emma's hand, "Come on! Let's go over and say hello!"
Emma laughed, "Okay, then!" before she and Elizaveta went forward, the Belgian woman offered her hand to Matthias. "Come on, let's go! I'll introduce you to Toni!"
Matthias gazed down at the hand, his face uncharacteristically blank as the light scowl furrowed slightly. After a little while, he hesitantly took her hand and allowed himself to be pulled forward as he gripped tightly onto Peter's little hand.
"Oh, Toni!" sang Elizaveta. "Toni! Look who I have here! It's somebody you know!"
Matthias was able to catch sight of a head full of short slightly wavy, mocha-coloured hair that suddenly exclaimed the Belgian woman's name and dash forward. In one leap, Emma was engulfed into a tight, warm hug.
Emma smiled as she wrapped her arms around the man embracing her. Once they pulled apart, the Belgian woman greeted, "Toni, it's been so long; how are you?"
The man, Antonio, gave a light-hearted laugh, "Ay Dios mio, I know! It's been so long – we all thought you forgot about us by now. It's good to see you're doing alright! So, how are you, mi amiga?" he then leaned back slightly as he gazed at her up and down. He then gave a whistle, "You've certainly become more beautiful over the years."
Emma laughed; the Spaniard was always one to pay many compliments. "Why, thank you," looking at Antonio up and down, she chuckled. "You don't look so bad yourself, Toni. The years have been even kinder to you."
Looking closer at Antonio, and comparing him from what he looked like as a teenager, Emma could certainly see that he had changed a lot, too. He was slightly taller and his face was absolutely free and unmarked as if previous signs of blemish were never there at all. He stood straight and proud, body well-toned with broad shoulders and his skin a rich and exotic hue of tan.
He was definitely blooming in the prime years of adulthood.
Matthias felt something boil from within him as he could see the rather fascinated look cross Emma's face. He licked his lips as he lifted his chin slightly, eyes narrowing at the shorter man before him.
"Hola, Peter!" Antonio greeted, hands now on his knees as he leaned down to go eye level with the child. "How are you? You know Emma?"
"Doing jolly good, Mr. Carriedo!" responded Peter cheerfully as he gave a salute in the Spaniard's direction. "Of course I know, Miss Emma! She's uncle Matthias' friend!"
"Uncle Matthias?" Antonio asked with a tilt of his head, slightly confused.
"I'm uncle Matthias," said the Dane, not regretful at how biting and loud his tone suddenly became. He then protectively wrapped an arm around Peter's shoulder. Though the child eagerly held onto the Danish man's hand, it was plain to see that Matthias did not look happy at all. Much to the Dane's irritation, the brunette man was still smiling towards him.
'Is this bastard mocking me?!' Matthias wondered in outrage as Antonio then began chatting animatedly with Emma. The Dane didn't like how close they looked together and felt a roar resound from within him as Antonio suddenly wrapped an arm around the Belgian woman's shoulders.
He was about to retort or interrupt the pleasant looking conversation Emma and Antonio were having together, when he caught sight of the Belgian woman's face.
Her face was glowing, her eyes sparkling with eagerness as her lovely voice spoke in great cheer and enthusiasm. Her laugh resounded throughout Matthias' mind.
The Dane felt himself deflate and something his chest started throbbing painfully; as if his heart was trying desperately to beat itself out of his chest. He licked his lips as all sources of sound were now becoming fuzzy in his mind.
"Uncle Matthias?" Peter tugged on the Danish man's arm. "Are you alright there, uncle Matthias?"
"Come on, Peter," Matthias said in a strangely quiet voice as he lifted the boy up onto his shoulders. "Let's go home…" he awkwardly took a step forward and cleared his throat to gain Emma's attention. "Hey, Emma…Pete and I are gonna be heading home now," he said, forcing a smile onto his face so as not to worry her. "I'll come and clean the rest of the windows tomorrow; I'm really sorry, but I'm kinda tired…"
"Oh, really?" Emma asked, surprised at his words. She was worried at how quiet his tone of voice was, as well. "Are you sure you don't want to stay? I would like to introduce you to other old friends of mine…"
"Si, why don't you stay?" questioned Antonio, his forest green eyes feigning innocence. He actually sounded disappointed, "Any amigo of Emma's is an amigo of mine!"
"I already said I'm tired!" snapped Matthias as he glared down at Antonio. He shook his head, "Sorry, but seriously, that's how tired I am…my head really hurts…"
"Oh no, uncle Matthias!" cried Peter as he began rubbing on the Dane's temples. "We should go home, then! Onward to home we go! Goodbye Miss Emma, goodbye Ms. Héderváry, goodbye Mr. Carriedo, goodbye Ms. Nguyen!"
"Be safe Peter," responded the woman who Antonio was talking to earlier. Matthias saw that it was the Asian woman with the long, dark hair in a ponytail; Peter's teacher.
"Yeah, hope you get better, too, Matthias," said Elizaveta, though she had a strange look on her face as her eyes trailed onto Matthias' tall figure. She rubbed her chin, face contorted in a thoughtful expression.
"Oh, okay, I'll see you tomorrow!" Emma said with a wave, though inside, she wondered what was wrong with the Dane. She felt really worried at seeing him in a suddenly blue mood. She hoped he wasn't horribly sick.
Maybe she should go and visit him later on. After all, on the day he fixed the roof, Matthias had told here where his address just in case she needed his services in the future.
"If you need help in anything else, just give a shout and I'll come," the Dane had said with that radiant smile spread out on his face. That smile that always seemed to make the place and more importantly, the day, much brighter.
And so maybe that was why, but Emma found herself walking over to his address with another a red velvet box tied with a white ribbon, this time with a clear, bell-shaped cover at the top as billows of steam blew on the treat inside.
She stopped at a porch with some hedges and saw a simple, two-storey house with a white exterior as well as a black roof. Her finger was only a few millimeters away from the doorbell's button, when she could hear loud screaming coming from inside. She froze in the spot when she heard the shouting go louder and louder in a language she had never heard before; it definitely didn't sound like Matthias, either – his voice was higher in pitch than one of the voices, but it was lower sounding than the other one.
The Belgian woman wasn't sure on whether to ring the bell or not, until she heard a familiar voice sigh, "Lort, I'm going outside; my head seriously hurts…no Tino, it's not as bad as it is, really!"
Suddenly, the door swung open and Emma was face-to-face with the blue-eyed Dane. She weakly beamed at him, "Hello Matthias."
Matthias froze when he saw who was in front of him. He rubbed his head and blinked a couple of times, shocked to see that she wasn't a figment of his imagination. He opened his mouth to say something, but was alarmed at no words exiting his mouth.
Hearing that the shouting didn't cease, Emma bit her lip, "Did I come at a wrong time?"
Matthias vigorously shook his head to try and collect himself; damn, this woman always made him tongue-tied. He gently shut the door just when he could hear Emil scream in a voice lined with fury:
"Just leave me alone and stay out of my business!"
"Emil! Get back here, this instant!"
Emma flinched when she could hear the sound of a door slam even when after Matthias shut the door.
"Sorry you had to hear that," Matthias said sheepishly. "Things have been getting really hectic lately…"
"What's wrong?" questioned Emma softly, knowing that she was treading into deeper waters.
Matthias sighed, "Just some family stuff…" before he could go any further, he noticed that the Belgian woman was holding yet another red velvet box that was tied with a white bow. Only this time, it had a clear cover that was somewhat rendered non-transparent from steam. "What's that?"
"Oh, it's just a little something I hoped would make you feel better," said Emma with a shy smile. She held it out to him, "I hope you like it."
Matthias carefully took it from the Belgian woman's hands and removed the cover. At once, a delicious aroma floated right up and into his nostrils. A calm, pleasing sensation overcame his being as the smell lingered in his mind. "A pie?" he asked with a smile. "It smells so good…you really shouldn't have-"
Emma shook her head, the shy smile now stretched into a more satisfied one, "It's apple, and you're wrong there; I wanted to."
"Ah, really?" Matthias couldn't help but sound eager as his spirits lifted up from those words. "You seriously wanted to?"
"You've been very kind and hard-working," responded Emma as she listed the adjectives down on her fingers. "You've also been wonderful company, and a really great friend."
"Friend, huh?" there was a hint of disappointment that laced Matthias' tone of voice. "Just like Antonio?" there was a bitter bite in the Dane's words.
Much to Matthias' surprise, Emma laughed, "I actually thought that you and Toni were alike at first – you're both so cheerful and optimistic, you both also like to make people smile, and you're great company."
"I see," Matthias licked his lips. He then gestured to the steps on the porch and sat down, with the box on his lap, "Hmm…were you and Antonio always so close?"
"We were in high school," responded Emma as she fixed her dress, smoothed her apron, and planted herself right next to the Dane. She had lightly brushed his arm as she came down, sending light sparks jolting through her veins. "He was a lot like my brother."
"Ever gone out with the guy?" questioned Matthias, trying to force a smile on his face, though he inwardly winced at how painful it was to muster.
Emma gave a soft chuckle as she fondly gazed up at the now darkening sky. "We did use to date before," was her answer.
"Use to?" echoed Matthias as he perked up. "What happened?"
"Well, we got together at a party actually," explained Emma. "You know, one of those wild, out-of-control parties that teenagers have the capability to throw. It was so sudden, and I'm pretty sure he was slightly tipsy at the time."
"Tipsy, huh?" Matthias knew he shouldn't be a harsh critic towards Antonio since he himself loved alcohol, but he couldn't help but bristle in anger at hearing that the Spaniard seemed to only have a fling with the Belgian woman. "Anything stem from that, really?"
"We kissed," Emma said as she continued gazing at the sky, her whole demeanor very calm. "I wasn't sure about him at first, but we decided to try it for a while. After six months passed, we broke up – we just didn't feel anything."
"Nothing?" Matthias leaned closer, his blue eyes sparkling. "Nothing at all?"
Emma laughed as she shook her head, "Nah, sure we kissed, but there simply was nothing there. No spark or anything. He was my first kiss, though."
"First kiss? Hmm…but there was no spark, huh?" Matthias rubbed his chin, sitting in a thinking position. "So there was no spark at all between you and Toni?"
"None at all," replied Emma. "We stayed friends, though – honestly, it felt better that way." She then turned to Matthias, who looked to be much better than before, "How about you? I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, right? I bet your first kiss was special."
"My first kiss?" the Dane scratched his head; this seemed like a rather feminine topic, but he was in a good mood now, so why not answer that? No matter how embarrassing the story was. He let out a booming laugh as he sat up and leaned back slightly, "My first kiss wasn't special. It was definitely something alright…"
"Really?" Emma asked, leaning closer. "How was it?"
Matthias chuckled, "It was pretty hectic, but one time when I was living in Stockholm with my family, we had a party for Tino, Pete's mama, at a pub. I was in the middle with this weird-ass drinking game with some Chinese guy who kept ending his sentences with 'aru' and boy, was that guy a tough drinker!" seeing Emma giggle, Matthias laughed, "Man, that guy looked girly and he loved pandas and stuff, but he was actually manlier than I thought! He was able to cause a dent in one of the walls when they refused to serve him a certain dish – something about having a certain palate of tastes."
"Who won, anyway?" questioned Emma, and then lightly teased, "Was your first kiss with that man? I didn't know you swung that way, Matthias."
"I don't swing that way," responded Matthias, though he couldn't help but chortle at the crazy memory. "And obviously, yours truly won that drinking match!" he proudly beat at his chest. "The poor panda boy collapsed right after eleven shots or so. Then when everyone announced that it was time for Tino to blow out the candles of his cake, well, he was about to cut it and everyone was congratulating him. I was already drunk by the time I went up to him. You can guess what happened next…"
"No…really?" Emma asked, a big smile spreading across her face. Seeing Matthias nod, the Belgian woman burst into laughter, "Your first kiss was with the birthday boy? Really? Oh my…!"
Both were laughing out loud as Matthias nodded, "Yup, I kissed Tino. Everyone was shocked by it and man, Berwald was so pissed off! He not only smashed a bottle on my head, but he chucked me out of the house at one point. Of course, I couldn't remember properly until someone showed me a video and photos of it…"
"And who exactly took a video and photos of the whole thing?" questioned Emma with a mischievous smile as she quirked an eyebrow. "I would like to see those; and I'm sure Lizzie would squeal if she saw them, too."
"Hahaha, Norge actually took a video of it while Emil was taking photos," responded Matthias. "Tino was so embarrassed of it when I asked him." He rubbed his knuckles on his chest again, "My first, but perhaps I'm just that good of a kisser."
"That, or maybe it was horrible," teased Emma.
"I don't think so!"
Both laughed again and as they gazed at each other again, once more they found themselves wandering into each other's eyes.
Emma admired his eyes again, wondering how a man could have eyes with such a beautiful hint of baby blue. She could feel his breath not that far from her own lips and before she knew what she was doing, she felt her face lean forward as he eyes softly shut.
Matthias felt sweat pop from the sides of his head as he inwardly panicked when he saw that the Belgian woman's face was progressively leaning closer to his own. Her perfect, pink lips were also just sticking out a bit more, her gorgeous green eyes shut behind those naturally lovely lashes.
'Oh, Lort…' the Danish man thought in panic. 'You can't just kiss her now! You've only known her for what? Like a week and a half? You're going too fast! You can't! It's…oh fuck that! You know her well enough, she knows you well enough, and she's making the move! Fuck rationality, I want to kiss her!'
Pretty soon, Matthias leaned his own face forward, his eyes softly shut as he could feel her warm breath tickling his lips. The gap between the two adults almost closed.
Until the sound of a loud door banging open rudely interrupted them.
Both Matthias and Emma jumped at the harsh sound. Emma was heavily flustered at being so bold, but highly disappointed that they were both interrupted. She saw before her was a teenage boy with silver-white hair and violet eyes that sparked with anger.
The boy paid no attention to the two adults and instead leapt down from the porch as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his brown jacket as he began storming away.
"Emil!" Matthias shouted after the boy. "Where are you going?"
"Somewhere!" the Icelandic boy called back in a sharp, snappy tone.
"Emil!" Matthias heard Tino's voice cry out. "Emil, come back! Please!"
Hearing the sound of bounding footsteps, Emma saw the Norwegian man, Lukas, taking a step outside. He was gazing right after the silver-haired boy as he called out as well, "Emil! Emil!"
The Norwegian man's calls only made the boy break into a run as he dashed as fast as his legs could carry him from home. Lukas took another step forward in an attempt to go after his little brother, but was stopped by a large hand on his shoulder.
Emma could see Lukas gaze up to be met under the gaze of a very tall man wearing glasses. This man had a stern look on his face as he shook his head. Lukas sagged slightly, though his face remained impassive.
Berwald's gaze then settled onto the Dane and the woman with him. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he continued peering down at them. He then gave Matthias a look and, after pulling Lukas into the house, shut the door quietly.
Emma took this as a cue for her to leave. She stood up with her hands clasped in front, "I think I came at a very bad time…" she sounded very sheepish. "I think your family needs you now more than I do…" her words however caused a piercing pain to shoot from the bottom of her heart, though.
Matthias sighed, feeling extremely irritated at being interrupted from having a proper kiss with a woman who by now, he knew, had taken hold of his head and heart. However, he was extremely worried about Emil, and grateful that Emma was understanding. He flashed her a brave smile, "Yeah, thanks again. Well…see you tomorrow, then?"
"Yes," Emma replied with a nod, feeling cheerful again. "I'll see you tomorrow." Before she left however, she suddenly stood on her tip-toes, gently pulled Matthias down a bit, and planted a soft kiss to his cheek. Once she pulled apart and went on her way, she felt her face go alight as she tried, as calmly as she could, to walk away.
There was no denying the big smile that spread out across her face as she touched her lips.
Matthias himself was shocked at the unexpected peck and he felt his face go on fire all over again. The kiss had only lasted a second or two, but it still filled the Dane like a beer in keg. He raised a hand to his cheek as he felt the spot where she had planted her soft lips on. Before he knew it, he gave a dreamy sigh and a giddy chuckle as he waltzed lightly into the house. Tino, Berwald and Lukas perked up from their spots in the kitchen when they heard the door open, but despite it not being Emil, they became rather stunned at seeing the Dane in such an odd state.
Said Dane didn't give a damn about how his family stared at him, though.
And there you go - another somewhat sappy ending. Meh, at least Matthias gets a kiss (albeit not on the area he had initially wanted). Next chapter should hopefully come on either tomorrow or the day after that, since I have a short time to make as much updates as I can for the stories that are still incomplete (except for HetaVoice, I think I'll put that on hiatus for now).
So, as always...thoughts and opinions, guys? Have a nice day! :DDD