"I mean, sure, I set a few peoples' hair on fire; and I'll admit, that dance move was a little obscene, but was that any reason to kick me out?"
He would need a gun.
"But, at least the old lady thought it was funny! Ah, after I gave her back her teeth, that is."
A shovel, too. And a place to hide the body.
"And man was I sore in the morning! I don't know what they're putting in those kids' food, but those orphans sure could pack a punch."
But he couldn't do it here.. there were too many witnesses.
"And that my friend, is why you should never go to the opera on a Tuesday. No matter how many times the chilidogs try to convince you it's a good idea."
Lukas Bondvik blinked slowly and glanced up at the Dane who had quite literally been talking his ear off for the past half hour. "… Are you finally done?" he asked in a monotone voice, his dark blue-violet eyes gleaming with poorly disguised agitation underneath a veil of ash-blonde lashes.
The Dane was grinning broadly at him, an annoying, idiotic smile that for some reason Lukas found incredibly familiar. He knew he had never met him before, though; Lukas would surely remember meeting someone so obviously mentally unstable. "Yup! Say, you're really cute!" he jabbed Lukas's cheek with his pointer finger, much like a man stoking the fire of his own funeral pyre. Honestly, was it healthy for a person to be this stupid? "What's your name again?"
"Lukas," the Norwegian nearly growled in exasperation, increasing his stride in an attempt to have the Dane fall behind. "I only told you that the first four times you asked."
"Ooooh, right! I remember now!" the Dane said, obviously lying. He reached up with one hand, running his fingers through his pale blonde hair. Really.. even this boy's hair was absurd. It stuck up from his scalp and was angled toward one side in an apparently natural way, with no hair gel or product of any kind in it that Lukas could see. "Well, I'm Mathias by the way!"
Lukas stopped short in his tracks and the Dane crashed into him, the two tumbling to the floor. Surprisingly, Lukas barely noticed, he felt… frozen.
"Ah, shit, I'm sorry." Mathias said, pushing himself up and scrambling back a few feet. He tilted his head to the side when the Norwegian didn't respond. "Uhm, dude?" he poked his side experimentally. "You okay?"
Lukas blinked slowly, then quickly batted away the hand insistently poking his ribcage. "Cut it out!" he snapped. What was this overwhelming feeling? It felt almost like déjà vu.. and it made his head hurt. He stared at Mathias for a long moment. This guy.. something about him was incredibly, irritatingly familiar.
"I.. need to think." Lukas said suddenly, raising to his feet and walking quickly away. This was definitely suspicious; he would need to consult the Gods….
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"M'wife."
Now, Tino knew not to judge a book by its cover, but really, he was pretty sure he was about to get molested. Or murdered… or both.
For the past forty-five minutes he had been wandering around the seemingly endless school hallways, searching for his room. He hadn't noticed at first, but he was being followed by what could only be described as a giant.
This freakishly tall boy, with broad shoulder, sandy blonde hair and stern cobalt eyes set behind rectangle glasses followed him at a careful distance, through every twist and turn the hallways had to offer. Finally, when Tino had summoned up enough courage to turn around and confront the giant, all he had given to explain himself was: "M'wife."
His accent was thick, his low and muffled through lips and an intimidating expression that never seemed to change. There was no arguing that the giant was difficult to understand, so, perhaps Tino hadn't heard him correctly.
"Your.. wife?" the Finn repeated slowly, his pale eyebrows creasing. That definitely couldn't be right….
The giant nodded again, his eyes boring into Tino. God he was scary….
"I'm, uh, not really sure what you mean.." Tino tried to keep his voice from squeaking. He subconsciously took a few steps back, his gaze darting around for any easily accessible exits. Of course, there were none. Just my luck. He thought miserably to himself.Nothing to even defend myself with… God I'm going to get murdered. And I'm still a virgin! I don't want to die a virgin, that's so pathetic. And I never learned how to cartwheel, or acquired a taste for sushi… dear lord, I never even 'caught 'em all'! Please God, don't let me die, I have so much I still need to do.
While Tino was dwelling on how he had pretty much wasted the last eighteen years of his life, the giant spoke again. "I w'nt yah teh be muh w'fe." He said loudly and slowly.
Oh, and if you let me live, I promise I'll do more public service, and donate to chari- wait… Tino's inner ramblings ceased immediately when the other boy's words registered with him. Slowly he moved his mouth, trying to form some kind of coherent response. Really, what did one stay when a complete stranger- not to mention another male –announced an interest in making you their woman? If you were smart, it may be something like 'GTFO, mutha-fuckah' but let's face it: Tino Väinämöinen wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box.
Apparently, the most brilliant response he could come up with at that time was, "Well, you see, I'm a boy, so, technically that's a little impossible." He gave a nervous laugh. "Um, but.. thanks for the offer?"
The giant stared at him blankly, then took another step forward. "M'wife." He said again.
Tino's jaw nearly dropped. Hadn't this guy heard him? And why was he getting closer!
"U-Um, like I said, th-that's not really possible, y-you see,"
The giant was now mere inches from him, looming over him, glowering down at the poor, terrified Finn over the rectangular frames of his glass. "L'ke boys." He grunted. "B't yer sm'll l'ke a w'fe."
Tino's brain was struggling to keep up with what was happening. The giant was closing in on him, and all sound was drowned out under the frantic hammering of his own heart. He felt dizzy, and somewhere in the back of his mind he registered two large hands coming to rest heavily on his shoulders. In what could have been as minuscule as an instant or as endless as a lifetime, Tino was pulled forward and his lips were claimed by the giant.
By that point Tino's brain had completely stopped working. After an immeasurable amount of time he was released, and were it not for the giant's large, steady hands keeping him in place, he probably would have fallen over.
"M'wife." He heard again, and at this point he knew: it was useless to argue.
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Francis Bonnefoy couldn't be happier. He was at a beautiful school, in a beautiful place, and everywhere he looked there were beautiful men. He hadn't been surprised upon receiving his acceptance letter earlier that summer; he had been flattered, yes, but not surprised. After all, I am the most handsome, talented and all-around perfect person in France. He thought smugly with a flip of his head. Not to mention my breathtaking skills in the bedro-
A loud, shaking sob interrupted his perverted reverie, stopping Francis completely in his tracks. The sun had begun to set, casting the schoolyard in shadow. Most of the students were inside the enormous school, trying to find their rooms before the school's nine o'clock curfew; Francis wasn't worried about that (he was bound to get in trouble soon, anyway), he wanted to explore the gardens. Of course, he hadn't expected anyone else to be out doing the same… he especially didn't expect to find someone crying. But as Francis rounded a corner of rose bushes, his eyes settled upon the most beautiful, tragic sight he had ever seen.
A boy sat with his back to the beginning of the school's enormous hedge maze, leaning against the side of an enormous, ivory marble fountain. He looked up at the sound of Francis's approach, his sky blue eyes clouded, tears clinging to long, dark lashes. He sniffed, quickly swiping a hand across his cheek to wipe away his tears, leaving a gleaming streak of red on his cheek.
Francis gasped and walked forward instinctively, kneeling in front of the boy. He took his hand, turning it over to expose the raw, bleeding cuts on his wrist, which were surrounded by scars of various ages and severity, some almost completely faded into his pale skin and others puckered and scabbed. Something about the sight of this boy inflicting pain upon himself made Francis's heart constrict painfully; he felt like he knew this boy, cared about him. There was something so familiar about him; from his short, frail-looking form; his long-lashed, impossibly large blue eyes; to his wavy, shoulder-length chocolate-brown hair with six wild curls that seemed to defy all laws of gravity.
"Why did you do this to yourself?" Francis asked in a low, soft voice.
The boy let out another soft sob, ducking his head in shame, his wide eyes alarmed. "I-I'm scared." He whimpered. Mon Dieu, even his voice was familiar, though for the life of him he couldn't place the strange accent; it wasn't unlike his own, though it also hinted of something else, like German or Dutch. "I-I don't want to be alone again."
Francis wasn't sure what he meant, but he doubted that now was a good time to ask. "Well you're not alone," he said smoothly and gently, reaching out and gently tucking a piece of the boy's soft hair behind an ear. "I'm here. What's your name?"
The boy sniffled, taking a long, calming breath. "Luca." He told him softly. "Um, vous parlez français, oui? I recognize your accent."
Francis's eyes lit up at that. "Ah, oui!" he said enthusiastically, giving his hand (which he had neglected to release) a happy squeeze. "Francis Bonnefoy at your service, mon cher! Tell me, where are you from?"
"Luxembourg." Luca said softly, biting lightly into his bottom lip. "I live close to the French border, so I visit your country often. Its very beautiful." He blushed, looking up at him shyly through his long lashes.
"Ah~ a Luxembourgian!" Francis said thoughtfully. "I believe we will get along well, mon cher! And if you think my country is beautiful, just wait until you get a look at my big, luscious co-
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A/N: Gah, another shitty chapter. The first time I wrote this, it was really good, but then my computer lost it twice and I lost the motivation to re-type it again, which explains the crappiness and the long gap between updates.
Okay, a few notes:
This was actually my first time writing DenNor and SuFin, so if they seem out of character.. well, you can imagine why.
Also, I decided not to put SwissAus and LietPol in this chapter because I wasn't sure if anyone really cared about them. If anyone reviews saying they want either or both of those pairings in this story, then I'll put them in the next chapter, because I don't want to disappoint anyone.
And, in case you all forgot, Luca is my OC for Luxembourg, a really small country wedged between France and Germany. It is my knowledge that they speak French and German there, and I heard that they also speak their own language called Luxembourgish, but don't hold me to it. I'm sorry to bring an OC into this, because I know that personally, other peoples' OCs in fanfictions drive me nuts, but this is my fanfiction and, well, I wanted to put him in it, because I honestly don't pair any canon characters with France. Its not like he's going to be a super main character or anything, so if he gets on your nerves it won't be too hard to ignore him.
Finally, if there's subjects left open in this fanfiction or don't really make much sense, I'm not trying to be a flakey author- they will be filled in and explained as the story progresses; its supposed to be a little confusing ^-^ I have to keep you guys wanting more!
So, please review! Reviews= faster updates and better chapters!
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This chapter is dedicated to =IAmTheBlackbird on deviantart, whom has given me probably the nicest review EVER on my stories. Thank you so much, deary, this chapter is for you as thanks for motivating me!
If any of you would like to see a (crappy) picture of Luca so you have a visual reference, check out my deviantart (*GilbertxBeilschmidt), go to my 'Art' folder in my gallery and there's a picture of him in there ^-^
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