Oh, Denmark ! You can be an idiot, sometimes ! Finally a long chapter!

That evening, Gilbert walked back from class to his dorm. The rest of the day had been uneventful (well, as uneventful as you could have at their crazy school), but he was still in slight shock. Opening the door to his room, he found Antonio sitting on the sofa watching TV, oblivious to his surroundings, and Alfred standing dazedly in the middle of the room.

"Hey, Al! Wass the hell are you doing here? This isn't your dorm!", he exclaimed, waving his hand in front of the blond's face. Alfred blinked. "Huh?" "Yeah! You share a dorm with Carlos, Matt and Juan in the North American section!" At the mention of the word Matt, Alfred's face suddenly turned a bright shade of red, to which Gilbert yanked out his phone and snapped a photo. "Eliza must be rubbing off on me," he thought dryly as he stored his phone away.

"Oh! Yeah! Mattie! Yeah! I gotta go see him!" Alfred turned around confusedly, then spotted the door and rushed out, but not before hitting three poles on the way, to the great amusement of Arthur, who was going to his dorm.

Gilbert chuckled to himself and climbed up the ladder leading to his bunk. He was about to get his phone out when he spotted the list he had crumpled up earlier. "Meh, I guess the awesome me could do with a laugh," he thought, opening it.

He read the first pairing, then stiffened. "T-toris and Feliks? They are going together!"he thought. "Coincidence…"Trying to reassure himself, he looked at the second one, and let out a yelp. Matt and Alfred?! What was up with this list?! Gilbert let out a forced laugh. It was just two pairs, for goodness' sake! He looked at the third, then let out a relieved breath. Matthias and Lukas? Fat chance there! Lukas couldn't bear the Dane! Relaxing slightly, the albino stored the list away. "Let's hope the Hungarian chick never gets her hands on this…" he murmured sleepily.

Elizaveta sat up straight. "I've GOT to go and see Gilbert tomorrow morning.", she thought suddenly and for no reason. Then she flopped down again and fell asleep.

Matthias was beginning to feel cold. Sure, it was spring, but it was rainy and his toes were freezing. Not that he wasn't used to the cold, but he had been waiting here in his nightgown for three hours. The reason behind this unlikely pilgrimage? The letter he had gotten from Francis.

At the moment, Matthias wanted one thing, and that thing was Lukas Bondevik. Also known as, the unattainable lithe Norwegian who hated his guts. The five Nordic students were all close (though not necessarily on friendly terms) but Lukas loathed being in the loud and friendly Dane's presence. Matthias, as a last resort, had therefore asked Francis for help in his Aunty Agony column.

To clarify, Matthias WASN'T a happy-go-lucky dumbass. Sure, he acted stupid at times, but he was smart enough, he just didn't bother to show it. He could, however, sense logic behind the order in Francis' letter.

"Norge" went for walks in the evenings, and he would pass the bridge at one moment. Matthias could jump off into the strong current, get rescued (because Lukas wouldn't want him to actually die, right?) and ask him to prom. The finer details of his plan were admittedly fuzzy, but whatever.

The only problem was that Lukas wasn't turning up…

Just as the Dane thought this, however, he heard the unmistakable crunching of shoes around the corner. Without pausing, he took a breath and jumped into the icy water. The shock was so strong he nearly swallowed a liter.

Lukas strolled peacefully along the path. He was arriving at the high bridge where he would stop his walk and turn back. These walks were so peaceful. He could finally think and talk to th pixies without someone disturbing him. Suddenly, however, he heard a loud coughing noise from the water. Slightly startled, the blonde moved to the rail and looked over. There, flailing and spitting out water, was the unmistakable figure of Matthias Kohler. Lukas gave a sigh. Great. He started smiling rather quickly, however, at the look on the Dane's face. Matthias in pain? He was going to enjoy himself after all.

He was peacefully watching with a sort of morbid interest when he suddenly found himself looking straight into the other's eyes. A wide smile immediately appeared on the Danish boy's face. "Lukas! Help me!" he exclaimed.

"Why should I do that?" the Norwegian asked, raising an eyebrow. "I came to find you and I was looking at the water when I suddenly fell in!" Matthias half-lied. Lukas felt his stomach twitch slightly at the fact that this was his fault, but he shook it away. "Well, that's your fault. It's not like you can't swim anyway." Matthias groaned. "But the water's too strong and I'm getting tired!" Lukas rolled his eyes. "Pff, don't give me that nonsense. You've dived off waterfalls and been fine."

Matthias mentally cursed himself. He was one of the best swimmers in the year! How had he expected to get Lukas to help him? He paddled,watching the Norwegian stand up to leave when he suddenly felt his arm burn like crazy.

Lifting it up incredulously, he found a wide and bloody gash in his arm. While waving his arms, he had apparently hit right into a spike sticking out of the side of the bridge. With a mounting sense of panic, the spiky haired boy noted that he was getting pulled into the increasingly dangerous waters. Matthias' swimming strength lied in his arms, and what good was he with one functioning arm?!

"Lukas! Help!" he shouted. The Norwegian paused, but then continued walking on. "Help! I'm hurt! Help!" Lukas, however, did not seem to believe him, as he edged further into the path. Matthias could feel the current fighting him, feel how his head was sinking increasingly lower every time he was pulled down, and in a last attempt, he shouted out:"Vennligst!", hoping that the little Norwegian he could speak hadn't abandoned him completely.

He saw Lukas' back stiffen, then saw him walk further. His heart sinking, his strength failing, Matthias cursed himself. If he drowned, what a laughing stock he would be! Drowned for the love of someone who wouldn't even care! Indeed, he'd probably be glad!

Matthias felt the water pull him under. He waved his good arm and kicked his legs with all his might, managing to get his head slightly out, but then he was under again, and it was too much for him. He felt his lungs straining,his eyes burning, his arm was on fire… Tried to grasp the air once more…

He forced himself to close his eyes and find something happy to think of as his body abandoned him. Nothing came to his mind, and he was suddenly scared, but then- He thought of being a kid and playing around in the woods, when the five of them were still tight, smiled weakly…But suddenly two arms were pulling him, he was gasping for air, choking on water, someone was dragging him out and away, and his head was hitting the ground as a pair of very angry violet eyes glared at him.

"Dansk idiot! Du-" he paused, switching back to English. "You nearly got yourself killed! What the hell happened to your arm?! Why didn't you stay close to the side!" Matthias ignored his rants and merely thought that it was a good thing that troll thing wasn't here as well, and how awesome (to quote his friend Gilbert) it was to be alive.

Lukas had come to save him after all! Voicing his thoughts as usual, he interrupted the Norwegian's tirade. "I thought you left.." he muttered. Lukas blinked, then looked away. "What did you think? I wasn't going to be blamed for your murder, either!" Matthias grinned slightly, then asked rather worriedly: "But wouldn't you miss me one tiny bit, eh, Norgie?"

Lukas rolled his eyes. "I've gotten used to you. And don't call me Norgie." Matthias, it seemed, took this for a "of-course-I-would-I-love-you-so-much-you're-aweso me", because he promptly asked: "So…gotopromwithme?" It took a moment for the petite boy to decipher this, then he groaned. "Please don't tell me you nearly died just for that." "OK, I won't!"

"Dansk idiot! You utter moron!"The Norwegian buried his face in his hands. "Fine! Yes! OK! Akkk!" The taller boy had seized him in some sort of weird bear hug, crushing his ribs. "You're dangerous as well! Let me go! Let me g-aaaahhhh nooooo!" Even Ice Queens like Lukas, it seemed, could be ticklish. "AHAHAHAHA! Let me g-AHAAA stooooop!" When the elder released him, he had tears in his eyes and was doubled up with laughter. Too exhausted too do anything but half-heartedly hit the Dane, he rolled over, the hint of a grin still lingering on his face, to look at the beaming student beside him.

"Haven't seen you laugh in ages, Lukas." Matthias stated, still happy as always. "Shut up," panted Lukas. "Dansk idiot."

AHHHH I love them so much ;A;

Cliché, perhaps, but man, I love this chapter.

Reviews appreciated! Hope you liked it!

Wass: what

Vennligst: please

Dansl idiot: Danish idiot