Once she was showered, dressed, and said good night to her roommates; Natalya laid on her bed with her cuddly bear curled up on her chest. She couldn't get her mind of this new guy, Mathias? What was his name, the blonde tall man who had treated her with the sweetness only Alfred had shown her. He was so handsome, his smile was dazzling like the stars; but, I need to get my head together, he wouldn't go for someone like me he was just being nice. Then her face turned a bright red, remembering what had just happened, oh no she hoped she didn't ruin anything and recoiled in embarrassment for herself, slamming the pillow on her face and groaning.
Mathias was on cloud nine as he walked home; the beautiful ballerina he had fallen for at first sight had given him a kiss. For the 500 time that night on his way home, Mathias moved his hand to lightly touch the spot on his cheek where her lips touched. He thought back to her pretty laugh and the way she smiled, but her empty eyes, he had not quite figured out how to get the spark back in them. Still trying to figure out how exactly he planned on doing this, he walked up to his door and stepped inside. "I'm home," he called out. Tina was curled up with Berwald on the couch with her puppy watching tv, "hello~," she called while Berwald gave a grunt in response. Mathias nodded and walked over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of beer, "what's up Emil?" He said to the white-haired boy who was sitting on the counter reading as the coffee was brewing for yet another late night reading session, "Yea," he replied not looking up. Mat shook his head, "I swear you spend mor time reading about people's lives than you do live your own."
"Says the guy who can't get a date or hold a girlfriend," Emil replied without a blink as he turned a page. "I'll have you know, that I have my eye on a very pretty girl, and..." He trailed off, he wanted to say that he's pretty sure she might like him back, but he was unsure. "That'll be the day," Emil snorted making a cup of coffee and leaving the room, book in his face. Denmark stood there for a minute, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get that beautiful face out of his mind, her smile, her laugh, her eyes...the eyes that had seen so much and showed the ache of a beaten animal, like the ones he used to hunt in the motherland. "Bela..." Mathias sighed sand began walking to his room his thought focused on seeing her eyes light up; show some type of emotion just for him. "Yea.." He sighed happily sitting down on his bed, one day -he patted the empty spot on is bed next to him.
The next morning Anri woke up to Natalya poking her shoulder, "An," she started, her face applied with a little more make up than her normal eye liner and mascara, "how do you use a curling iron?" Anri tried to hold in a surprised giggle; Bela never really did do her hair, she just wasn't as super girly as most people thought she was. "Yea ill show you," Anri got up slowly still sore from rehearsals, thank god they had no practice today, the blonde thought. "Here Bela bells, I got you," Anri took the curling wand and started curling her hair into tight spirals. "Where are you going by the ways?" Anri asked trying not to burn her fingers. "I'm going to see that interviewer, I thought I'd give him a chance to ask me questions..." She began, "he knows we don't have practice today right?" Anri complied.
"Well I told him we did but..."
"Did you say that so he'd have to show up?"
"Maybe"
"And that's why you're wearing the make up?"
"..."
"And you're doing your hair for him too?"
"..."
"And the outfit...?"
"So?"
Anri giggled, finishing her friends beauty look. "All done, now you'd better head off," she nudged Bela in the direction of the doorway. She nodded stepping out and walking to the front door slipping on shoes to match her pretty sweater and leggings as she walked out the door throwing on her coat scarf and hat. "I'm off!" She called out taking off.