Nice to see that I gained one follower and three more reviews—it makes me happy to see them you know. It makes me motivated and thus more chapters so...yeah. Anyway on the note, this chapter takes place eight years afterthe first two chapters, therefore making Lukas sixteen.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or its characters

Warning(s): Unbetaed, character death (attempts), drama, angsty teenagers, mild swearing, OOC-ness, Time Skips

High School was a bore, he told himself as he was arranging all of his books in his locker before shutting it with a soft audible sound.

The useless chatter and childish exchange between students were booming and loud, spoken throughout the school as a new school year begins. Students were asking and telling schedules to their friends and were discussing about their experiences at the last break.

It's wasn't all intriguing but it wasn't also exactly boring either as he thought when he overheard a conversation in which the speaker was practically having a bad day throughout the whole summer. It made him smirk a little especially when he found out that it was one of the popular kids he hated most.

But still it was deafening. There were no areas reserved for silence and every corner of the school were gorgeously lit, so there was no space for gloominess either. The library could work but there was this snotty librarian scolding people when making noises even in the barely coherent sounds.

"Norge~"

Suddenly out of nowhere, an energetic young man with an unruly blond hair crept out on his back and tackled him into a hug. Lukas winced at the notion, he knew who it was and he was trying squirming out the tight grip.

"Let me go, Mathias," he hissed, voice laced with mild threat though he was quite sure it has no effect on the Dane since he looked stupid enough understand.

The Dane pouted and released him from the bear hug. "Aww but it's been a long time since we saw each other. Can't I get to greet you with a hug?"

"You know I hated physical contact and besides there were a lots of way you could use to greet me aside from hugging," Lukas pointed. He shifted his bag on his shoulder and went walking to his class with Mathias on the tow.

"Yeah but it's a great way to catch your attention. It will make you understand my love more!"

"Whatever. Try doing it again and you'll see something worse," he sent a glare pointing towards the energetic blond.

"Jeez you're such a kill-joy, Luke" Mathias whined, resting his head against his hands. Lukas sent him a glare once again and walked a few paces faster than the other blond, just ignore his other ramblings.

When they reached their classroom they went to their seats and placed their bags neatly next to them. Lukas was arranging his books, one slipped out and tumbled a few feet away from his desk to the floor, and tried to reach it when one hand picked it up and gave it to him.

"Here," the Finnish man between said, offering the book back to its owner. Lukas took the book from his hands and whispered a thank you that made the other blond smile. "I'm Tino, what's yours?"

"Lukas," he said, shaking hands with Tino and went back to arrange his books. Tino sent him another smile and went back to what he was doing before. A few minutes later, the classroom began to fill up and the teacher for the homeroom arrived, a big grin plastered on his face.

"Hola, I'm Antonio Hernandez Carriedo, your homeroom teacher for the year!" the Spaniard exclaimed, voice resounding throughout the room. He took out a marker and wrote some words on the broad, huge and clear, in a neat cursive scrawl.

'Classroom Introductions'

"And today we'll be having introductions," Antonio said, clasping his hands together in joy. "I know it sounds boring since most of you know each other already, but let's give some others who don't know you to know you." He flipped the class list in his clipboard, ignoring the groans students elicit, to find some volunteer. "Okay let's start with Mr. Jones!"

The energetic short blond hair, with a cowlick and glasses from the corner, immediately sprang up from his seat as his name was mentioned. He grinned and saluted at his audience and opened his mouth to speak. "Hi my name's Alfred—I came from the US of A and I like burgers, heroes, aliens, more burgers and coke!" he beamed and continued rambling about things he likes and dislikes.

"—and since Ivan is a commie, I decided to be the hero and save you from his clutches!" he fished, yet his voice didn't quiver even for talking about half an hour and sat down, still grinning. The person next to him, who was wearing a scarf and smiling quite creepily, stood up and faced them.

"So I'm next, da" the Russian said, voice calm yet cold, something dark and menacing looming on the darkest depths. The temperature of the room dropped down, cold seeping drastically it made some students shudder and Antonio gave him a stiff nod. "Kolkolkol~ guess I have no choice," he said.

"I'm Ivan Braginsky, be one with Mother Russia, da?" he turned to Alfred. "And Alfred, Russia is a capitalist now, if you didn't know"

"Really?" Alfred asked, surprised. "But I thought...Francis told me it Russia's...FRANCIS!"

"Ohonhonhon~ did someone called me?" suddenly out of nowhere, a Frenchman appeared in front of him spawning roses on his background, making him look sparkly.

"Francis, you freaking pervert, you told me Russia's a communist!"

"Mon Dieu, I did not—I was trying to do the opposite"

"No you did not!"

"Yes I did, I even—"

"Paper war!" Mathias suddenly exclaimed, jolting up from his seat, his hand fishing out a crumpled paper in his bag and threw the object on somebody, in which that somebody (got annoyed) threw it to another.

Then chaos in sues.

The classroom became a battlefield with students throwing papers, notebooks, stapler and erases at each other. Some students, who were either too mature or well-behaved, chose to duck under their seats, taking cover in attempt not to get involve. However there were few unfortunate ones who were still dragged into the fight.

Mathias squirmed under the desk, crawling under his desk towards Lukas, with an idiotic grin on his face. Lukas scowled at the blond, giving him a harsh glare and lightly punched his shoulder due to his stupidity. "You idiot, look at what you did!" he said, voice hard and stern as he delivered his dialogue.

Mathias laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "But Luke, it's not my fault—Gilbert was the one who told me to and besides introductions are boring," he whined, pouting childishly at his friend.

The fight continued until a co-teacher came in, slamming the door open, irritated. He walked over Antonio, scolding him for disrupting his class as the noise overlapped from his to the class next door and Antonio apologizing sullenly. Abel, the irritated teacher, muttered something about Bella under his breath and stormed out the room.

Once he was gone, Antonio turned his attention to the class, clearing his voice to reproduce a serious tone with his facial expression doing the same. He reprimanded Mathias, Alfred, Gilbert and Francis for starting the fight and told them to stay after class for detention.

Mathias was in a hurry. His detention took more than the time he expected it to last and he was late with his meeting with Lukas. He quickly put all his scrambled belongings in his bag, not bothering whether it was upside down or not. He really needed to go or the Norwegian would kill him.

Quickly, he dashes out of the room leaving a trail of smoke behind him and took a sharp turn to his left, his foot shifting position to avoid such graceless tripping over the slippery halls, to go to the lockers where his friend was.

"You're late," Lukas said, leaning his back against the wall, his arms crossed.

"Sorry, the teacher wasn't as lenient as before," Mathias said between pants, voice hoarse when he felt his throat perch. Running can really make one really thirsty and tired. He walked with Lukas outside the school gates and directing him to way that would go down town.

"Say you know about the newly opened diner down town, the one with the rainbow colored roof?" he asked. "I have a relative working there and he offered me two tickets for all-you can eat meal. He said it was for the promotion for the diner and told me to invite a friend to spread a word 'bout it."

"And you want me to come with you, yes?"

"You bet," Mathias said beaming, his excitement rising. "They serve great foods in there like frikadeller and things you uncommonly eat! Tell you what; I'll have you decide on it."

"You better make sure they have everything you mentioned or else," Lukas said, slightly huffing. He remembered the last time Mathias invited him to a diner using the same descriptions and he, being an idiot, fell over Mathias' trick. It turns out it wasn't a pleasant diner, but a bar that served as a nightclub that attracts many people (and Lukas hates crowds). The place was crowded was reeked with cigarette and was barbaric and let's just say Mathias didn't escaped Lukas' wrath unscathed.

"Don't worry, I assure you it wouldn't be like last time," Mathias said, waving his hand dismissively to convince his friend, and skipping forwards the pedestrian lane. "Anyway do you know how what it was to have detention on your first day?"

The Dane, ignorant of his surroundings, continued rambled and rambled about his first day detention and the unfairness of both Alfred and Gilbert's schemes about earlier, unaware of the blinking red stop light as he cross the pedestrian with Lukas following behind him. Lukas tuned out the moment he said 'day', but his attention was caught when he saw something from afar, his eyes widening.

"About earlier, didn't you see how Tino reacted when I pointed him to be the class rep? He totally flipped out and—"

"Mathias look out!" Lukas exclaimed, voice a bit higher than his usual pitch, when he saw a light shining towards his friend.

Instinctively, he move to push Mathias away from where he was as he grabbed him by the arm and twisted it, pulling him back and pushing himself forward thereby switching their positions.

He didn't know as to why he did that, yet it was probably because he couldn't take to see him die and took the tumble instead (of course even though Mathias constantly annoys him, he wasn't cruel).

Lukas then briefly saw the flash of white when he pushed the Dane out of the way. It was bright and blank, something that made him look loss before his mind was flooded with snippet of memories.

Turning his vision back to the Dane, he looked at the horror on Mathias' face; an expression that didn't seemed to fit in.

It made his stomach twist into an expression akin to guilt.

But then, no one knew this would happen. He couldn't blame him for that.

Everything went slowly as if someone tried to manipulate gravity or anything some laws of physics to make it so and in one last effort, he reluctantly threw an arm out trying to reach his friend, Mathias doing the same.

It felt like a heartbreaking movie seeing the two tried to reach each other before one of them slammed on the pavement head first, bending his arm in an unnatural angle. Any outsider, if ask, would probably say the lad didn't deserved the kind of fate when he suddenly went tumbling a few feet away as the car lands an impact on his ribs.

The car then screeches to halt, the driver covered with sweat as he swiveled the wheel to the left, trying to reach for the break and went outside to check all casualties.

Mathias looked torn between loss and shock, hardly processing the quick series of events in just a fleeting moment, and the driver internally panicked as to the way Mathias was behaving as he fumbles on his words.

Lukas' fingers felt sticky and wet when he coughed a mouthful of blood. His everything was aching. He focused his dimming on the scene before him, hardly making out the things happening as black spots fills his vision, but he felt his lungs depriving itself from oxygen.

With one last breath, he stared at Mathias, eyes glassy as consciousness and life slips away from him. He muttered something like an apology in a very hoarse voice, then the majestic glow dancing on his dull eyes were no more.

At the very moment, on the school front gate, a young man was running outside the exit with an Asian hot on his heels. The person had an askew uniform as his tie was tied loosely, his blazer wrinkled and rumpled and the first three buttons on his shirt was opened.

In short, it was like a delinquent get up. Sadly, he didn't pay any attention to it as his concern was for another thing. The screeching noise and the sound of rubber forced against the pavement resounded in his ears, prinking it like it were needles.

He knew he was the only one who had heard it because of the lack of reaction given by the brunet or anyone else when it had occurred. Sure he did or didn't see how the student council president* twitched from it, yet that was all. They didn't hear. But nevertheless, it made his senses cautiously alert.

"Hey Emil, did you, like, really heard that?" Leon asked his voice filled with uncertainty and curiosity.

"I already told you, I did! There were this screeching sound and honking horn outside—it sounds like an accident," Emil replied, running a bit faster than before. "I know I sound crazy but trust me, it wasn't my imagination"

"Ah..." the Asian said, voice trailing off. True that he found it crazy for his best friend to hear such noise when they were still inside of the school and that no one has heard it but the way Emil was acting made him think that it wasn't a joking manner.

Leon sighed and wordlessly followed Emil, running with the same pace as him. They ran towards the exit, pushing their way against the buzzling crowd that blocks their way. As they passed the exit they could hear whispers and gasps from the groups of student that crowd outside the school gates.

Emil and Leon looked at each other, something had definitely happened. They went in to join the crowd, squirming on tight space just to get a better view of the scene. Leon arrived first and saw a clear glimpse, eyes scanning as he absorbed the details.

There was a car messily park on the road, the driver was outside, tending a student on the ground. There was also an ambulance on the other side, lights flickering as it was on duty and two to three people went out to assist the student.

So Emil was right when he told him there was an accident outside, Leon thought.

The high schooler on the other hand, was brushing it off and saying things between "over reacting" and "it's just a sprain", but the hysteric driver shook his head and shoved him to the medics. The student whined but conceded, probably because the driver was panicking too much to be convinced and went in the ambulance.

Something screamed inside the brunet as he squinted his eyes on the pavement a couple of feet away from the scene and saw something red. He was going to comment about it when he finally remembered the name of the blond in the ambulance.

"Emil isn't that, like, your brother's friend?" Leon asked, turning his attention away from the red thing on the pavement.

There was no answer.

"Emil?"

The Asian turned around. His best friend wasn't on his side or anywhere near him. Is it perhaps he had lost him? Leon went out of the crowd, searching for him and calling his name. He looked around the perimeter, but he saw no trace of his friend.

Then his eyes darted back on the red stain resting a few feet away, curiosity topping his interest in finding his friend, and went near it. His suspicion was answered when he, in fact, found out that it was blood—the coppery smell etching on your nose and the still vibrant color standing out—and wasn't hard to identify it.

It must be fresh, he thought, kneeling down to examine further the stain and drew out a finger to touch it. It was still wet, he thought again, rubbing off the moisty liquid on with his fingers. But who—whose blood was this? Sure Mathias had sprained his leg but he didn't bleed especially from such a far place. Besides he doesn't appear wounded in the first place.

So again, whose blood was this?

The brunet, while so preoccupied with his thoughts, didn't even felt someone in front of him, sobbing while latching on a cold and bleeding body. A gust of wind went by, sweeping the leaves resting on the street and he may or may not have imagined hearing someone whispered,

"Let's get you home, big brother"

For the record, this is my longest chapter yet in my whole fanfiction stories with seven pages. I considered slicing it into half but then there wouldn't be much of a surprise. Thus I'm a bit straightforward in this one so I really just couldn't divide them. Anyway, please leave a review and tell me your criticisms, opinions and such for better development for my writing skills. Favorites, follows are also appreciated.