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Denmark:
Mathias was dreaming. It was the same predictable dream he'd had every year at this time of the year, ever since 1850, with few minor alterations in 1867, 1916 and 1954.
He was standing in a room, a kaleidoscope of memories revolving on around on the walls, so that if he wanted to follow one, he would've to turn around. The memories were connected to the same thing, even if they were from different time periods.
It was a dream that was neither sad nor joyful; it was just reminiscing.
The smell of coffee and a hearty breakfast woke him up to find Lukas standing over him, a tray in his hands.
-Wake up, sleepy head, he said affectionately, your Boss want you bright and sharp in an hour and half.
As Lukas sauntered out, leaving Mathias to eat his breakfast, he noticed both Lukas' fine ass and that he'd left a change of clothes for him too; all ironed.
Author's notes:
I don't own Hetalia