Mathias watched Lukas' sleeping face in the dark. He loved how the Norse looked when he slept. That crease between his eyes disappeared and he didn't look so cold and intimidating. In fact, he looked almost angelic. Calm, peaceful...beautiful.

Instinctively, Mathias reached out and gently stroked the side of Lukas' face. It felt so smooth and warm that Mathias wished he could hold that face in his hands. His thumb brushed the surface of the Norse's lips ever-so-slightly. Lukas' breath was delightfully warm and his lips soft. If it hadn't been for the bars separating them, the Dane would have loved to find out what those lips tasted like, would have loved to see how they felt against his.

Lukas stirred in his sleep but settled back after a while. Mathias brushed a few strands of the Norse's bangs from his forehead and ran a hand slowly and gently through the Nordic's hair. A slightly annoyed look suddenly passed over the Norse's face and his hand lifted to his face, attempting to swat away whatever was there. But his face slowly relaxed and his hand dropped to his side. Mathias smiled as he withdrew his hand from between the bars.

He sighed and hung his head. Why was he even still doing this? He wasn't supposed to feel this way. Not towards Lukas. And for many reasons. One, because he was a guy. Men weren't supposed to feel this way towards other men without being called a sissy or something. Two, he was a Nordic. They were enemies. Enemies were supposed to hate each other to death.

And third, it just wasn't right. All of the above reasons led to this one conclusion. Having these feelings, falling in love with Lukas...just wasn't right.

Yet, why did it feel right to Mathias?

He knew that this was wrong. He knew that he wasn't supposed to be doing this, he knew that this wasn't going to end good, yet he still did. It didn't quite explain it, but somehow remaining in love with Lukas felt like the right thing to do. Being in love with him and not even feeling sorry or ashamed for it. It just seemed...right.

Mathias gazed longingly at the Norse. The moonlight from the window bathed Lukas in an almost other-worldly light and the Dane couldn't help but be dazzled by how the Norse looked sleeping peacefully there. How stunning and simply...beautiful he looked.

Mathias sighed and forced himself to look away.

Lukas was acting even colder than usual when Mathias woke the next day.

He wouldn't look straight at him and he avoided any sort of contact with him. Mathias knew immediately that something was up and he also knew that he wanted to know what this was.

"Hey." He said after a failed attempt of making the Norse laugh. "What's wrong? You've been acting really strange lately."

Lukas scowled up at him but for only a brief moment before looking away. He didn't answer. Mathias could feel his irritation growing, which was sort of rare for him since he usually had a long tolerance for things like this, especially when it came to this Norse. But this was becoming too much.

"Hey, if you don't want to talk to me, then at least tell me that straight on. I don't appreciate your little silent treatment here." Mathias crossed his arms over his chest.

Lukas stared up at him impassively. Then he sighed and looked away. "You want me to be honest?" He said through gritted teeth. "Fine then. Everything that I said or even did yesterday...that meant nothing."

The words hit Mathias like a knife, piercing his chest. "What do you mean...?" He said weakly.

"I mean," When Lukas looked up at him, and their eyes met, there was simply a cold impassiveness in them. If it had hatred or distrust in them, then it would have been better. It would have hurt less at least. But to see absolutely no emotion in those dark sea-blue eyes, just a resonating coldness, seemed much worse.

"That was a moment of weakness." Lukas continued. "I wasn't thinking properly. I didn't know what came out of my mouth then. So just forget it. Whatever I said then...was nothing."

Mathias felt his hands shaking. His ears went deaf and his heart felt like it was being stabbed by a thousand blades. No. It felt much worse than that.

Everything in his field of vision went blurry and all he could see was Lukas and his cold gaze. It just couldn't be true. That sudden confession...A moment of weakness? He couldn't believe it...He wouldn't believe it!

His impulses overtook him and he turned on his heel and marched off. He expected the tears to come out but strangely they didn't. Maybe this feeling was just beyond tears now. It was pain. Agonizing pain.

Mathias didn't even realize that he was climbing up the stairs of the dungeon. To tell the truth, he really didn't care. His head was reeling and those words, those cold words, echoed in his head. "That was a moment of weakness." "Everything that I said or even did yesterday...that meant nothing."

How could he...?

He suddenly bumped into someone as he went. "Sorry..." he muttered, wiping furiously at the moisture in his eyes. "I-"

"I'm glad I ran into you, Kohler." A familiar German-accented voice said. Mathias looked up and realized with a mounting horror that he was standing face-to-face with the smirking Gilbert Beilshcmidt.

"The boss wants you in his office. Now."

I know! Really short and really crappy ;;A;;. I'm sorry! My motivation's down and I really need a good pick-me-up. This chapter was kind of hard to write and I was seriously stuck at the beginning -.-

Anyways, please cheer me up and review! It would make my day more than anything!

~A very depressed Anon ~