Second part. Again, sorry I failed to get it up on time!
Hetalia no be'eth mine.
Mathias stopped and turned the keys in his truck, silencing the engine.
"Pokker Sverige" he cursed under his breath, jumping out of his pick-up and slamming the door shut. "Why they hell does he have to live in the middle of nowhere?" the Dane grumbled quietly, glaring at the snow-bounded road ahead of him that was absolutely impossible to drive through. Perfect.
Pocketing his keys, he pulled his trench coat closer to his body and began to push through the thick, heavy snow. Snow continued to fall around him as he trudged forward.
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After nearly an hour of walking, freezing, cursing, and tripping a few times, a large, pale blue house finally came to view inside a tree-encircled field.
Racing up, the snowy Dane knocked loudly on the antique wooden door (most likely Swedish made).
"Tino...! Tino, åbnedøren!" he yelled, knocking increasing in volume. The wind blew around him angrily, as if trying to push him away from the house.
"Wh't do ya w'nt, Danm'rk?" A deep voice rumbled from the other side of the door.
"Warmth!" The Dane whined, ceasing his knocking, "It's freaking cold out here, Sverige!"
"..." There was the sound of footsteps making their way away from the door, then silence.
Mathias frowned, eyebrows creasing together with annoyance. "Hej! You røv! Don't walk away! Open the door!" (ass) He yelled, resuming his attack on the door. He paused a second later, faintly catching two voices inside the house. The ever-curious, freezing cold Dane pressed a numb ear up to the door and listened.
"...can't we let him in, Berwald?" a soft voice asked- Tino.
"B'cause. You know how M'thias is, he wants som'thin'" Berwald's much deeper voice growled.
"But it's cold outside..." Tino protested, worry evident in his voice. "And he came all the way up here..."
"So?"
There was a pause, then a quiet sigh from the Berwald. Finally: "Fine. Let'm in"
A second later the lock clicked and the door was opened to reveal a smiling Tino. "Come on in!" The Finnish man greeted, stepping aside.
The Dane immediately entered the home and brushed the snow out of his hair, "Damn it's bad up here!" He commented, grinning at Tino, "Tak!" (Thank you) He then shot a glare over to the large Swedish man who was... blushing?
Now that he looked... Tino was wearing a shirt that looked a lot like one of Berwald's older shir- NO! Mathias shook his head quickly. He refused to let a thought like that even think about entering his mind, damn it!
"S-so um... what brings you here Mathias...?" Tino asked, hanging up the Dane's coat up to dry, a slight blush still dusting his cheeks.
"Glad you ask!" Mathias exclaimed, recovered from his moment of disgust. Grinning, he slung an arm around the small Fin's shoulders. Ignoring the low growl Berwald emitted, the Danish man continued: "I'm having a New Year's Eve party at my big northern house! Well... it would be south from here I guess" he added, tilting his head slightly in thought.
"Anyway! I came ALL the way up here to invite you Tino!"
The Finnish man blinked, glancing at Berwald sheepishly, "I... don't think I can, Mathias... sorry..."
The obnoxious, spiky blond pouted, "But Luke's gonna be there!" He protested, "... you can even bring Sverige!"
"He s'd no" Berwald growled, leaning against a nearby wall. His expression was still that of annoyance, but he looked more relaxed than earlier- calmer. He was used to dealing with the stupid Dane, after all.
Tino looked up at Berwald, then back to Mathias hesitantly. "W-well... it would be nice to see Lukas again..." the small man murmured wearily, looking back to Berwald, "And it... sounds like it would be fun..."
"Plus you guys can leave whenever!" Mathias piped in, shooting a knowing grin to the Berwald.
Berwald narrowed his eyes at the Dane, but simply shrugged, grunting a "whatever" over his shoulder as he headed for the kitchen.
Tino smiled, "That actually works out perfectly, too- Peter's at a friend's house for the week. Now" the Fin's face grew curious, "Why would you come all the way up here instead of calling...?"
"Well, to see you of course Tino!" The Dane's grin then slowly dissolved into a slight frown, "Plus... Norge... made me promise not to bother him in exchange for him coming to the party..." Mathias grumbled. He didn't understand... all he ever did was show Lukas he loved him: gifts, hugs, little kisses on the forehead (and other places- when he could).
But all the Norwegian did was push him away; punching, shoving, choking, and changing the locks on his house. It got annoying after a while but... he loved the Norwegian, and he wanted that to at least be acknowledged. And, technically, Lukas hasn't ever come right out saying he hated the Dane.
Tino cleared his throat, bringing Mathias out of his thoughts. "Sorry about that..." he fidgeted, not looking at Mathias. "We'll be there though, okay?"
The Danish man forced a large grin, thoughts still swimming through his mind. "Great! Make sure you keep Luke entertained, m'kay?" He called, grabbing his coat before running back out into the snow.
The Finnish man blinked, watching Mathias begin to run down and away from the house. "Strange..." he murmured, shutting the door.
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The snowflakes fell, landing silently and adding to the glistening white snow already blanketing the ground. The wind was blowing gently, weaving through and tugging at the tree branches whilst slightly altering the course of the snowfall.
Silence filled the Northern Norwegian forest as the wind continued its gentle pulling and the snow continued its peaceful fluttering. The sky was fairly clear and the sun could be seen through the thin clouds, lazily beginning its decent and bathing the sky with rich, warm colors.
All of a sudden, a soft crunch was heard. The sound of feet moving quietly through the snow echoed in the otherwise empty forest as the single pair of feet made its way through the pure and untouched landscape.
The disturber was slowly ambling through the forest, savoring the peace and beauty as snow fell lightly around him.
Lukas' lips twitched up in one of his rare smiles; one that only a special few had the privilege to witness. He loved the snow: the way it made the landscape look perfect and pure, the way it made the air taste clean and crisp.
He couldn't help but smile at the breath-taking beauty of it. The Norwegian often liked to take walks, especially when the snow was newly fallen as it was now.
Lukas days normally consisted of reading, doing paperwork, or being outside enjoying the grace of his land.
It was rare for him to do anything outside of those options. Quite honestly, the only times his activities varied was when he would decide to take a rare visits to Iceland, Sweden, Finland or… when the stupid Dane decided to visit or kidnap him.
He tilted his head up to gaze between the tree's branches, watching as the sun continued its steady downwards trek. The wind gently caressed his face and the snowflakes left cool kisses on his cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips.
He sighed, the tall Danish man burrowing his way back into the Norwegian's head. It wasn't that he hated the stupid Dane… just that, well…
Every time Mathias was near him, Luka's skin would always prickle with some emotion. He had assumed it was hatred at first, then later he pegged it as annoyance, frustration, anger…
He loathed admitting it, but he knew it was none of those.
Every time the Dane was around, Lukas found his heart would speed up slightly and he couldn't focus on anything. On top of that he felt the desire to look at the Dane—to study him. He gradually found himself enjoying the small touches, the friendly pats, even the hugs!
Yet he always pushed Mathias away. He refused to admit he "liked" the personification of Denmark. Refused to... to acknowledge that he wanted the Dane to, well, like him... and be with him... and even lov-
He gritted his teeth together, shaking his head violently. 'Stop it, Norway!' He refused to admit to liking the Dane back! Refused, dammit!
His mind then jumped to the deal he and Mathias had made earlier that morning.
"There's no way that idiot could leave me alone for nearly three days" The Norwegian muttered under his breath, watching how the air puffed out of his mouth as he did so.
A feeling similar to worry squirmed in his stomach, though.
Mathias was known for being not only stupid, but also excessively stubborn. Realistically, the Dane could easily find some other way to amuse himself until the New Year's Eve party.
He shook his head to force away the worrying thought. There was no way the Dane could stay away from him that long. Even if he did, though, it wouldn't ('shouldn't') bother the Norwegian. He had plenty of other ways to spend his day then yelling and fighting with the Danish man...
Like reading... or working... or taking more walks in the fresh, gorgeous snow.
Lukas decided to continue walking through the woods until the moon began to rise high in the sky. He had too many thoughts spiraling through his mind that had to be sorted and cleared.
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The train moved at a high velocity, blurring the passing landscapes and creating a stripe of dark blue, shadowed green, and ghostly white. The sun was just barely visible on the horizon, sinking away to the other side of the world.
Head resting against the window pane, Mathias watched dully as the fields, woods, and cities flew by. His thoughts were saturated with worries, hopes, and one little Norwegian.
A heavy sigh clouded up the window. Closing his eyes he forced himself to think positive—he was getting help from Elizaveta and no one was better at plotting this stuff than her.
The speaker fizzled on and an announcement was made that the train had crossed out of Austria and into Hungary. That meant that his stop should be next; Elizaveta had agreed to meet the Dane at the train stop closest to her boarder with the Pianist.
He quickly went through his head and sorted out the details of his plan; the first part was already in play. It wasn't perfect, but that was why he was going to Hungary.
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He staggered off the train and onto the platform, legs stiff from all the sitting he had to do.
Adjusting the scarf around his neck, he scanned over the nearby crowd he tried to locate the female. He frowned when he failed to do so.
"Hi Mat."
The Dane spun around to find the subject of his searching. A grin stretched across his face.
"There ya are, Liz!"
The woman nodded off into the distance. "There's a café nearby, why don't we talk there?"
Silently Mathias followed after Elizaveta.
"So what's going on?" she asked, settling into a chair.
"Well… I'm kind of tired of pining after Norway and him being all indifferent. I wanted to figure out if he liked me at all, so I decided to throw a New Year's Eve party and find out" He explained, watching the Hungarian's face for any reactions.
"I figured I would leave him alone for a few days so he could get his thoughts together without me interrupting… I already got him to agree to come to the party, but I'm not too sure where to do from here." He finished quietly with a sigh.
"So what, are you going to kiss him at midnight?" Elizaveta asked, eyes brightening. "I think that sounds really romantic, and it would be obvious to Norway that you love him."
"I mean… I was going to talk to him at the party and try to figure out if-"
She shook her head "No no. You want my advice, Mathias? Here's what you're going to do" she smirked, leaning towards the tall blond.
Blinking, Mathias also leaned in to hear the plan the Hungarian had.
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It was dark and bitterly cold when Mathias finally made it home. He had to admit, talking with Hungary was a big help. With her help he had perfected his plan; all that was left now was to prepare and strengthen his resolve for the party.
This had to work. If it didn't, Lukas may never speak to him again.
There you have it! Again, constructive criticism is adored!
Next part/day will be up sometime tomorrow (er... today? Ahahah it's 1:00am here now...I need sleep). See you tomorrow!
~Cheetay