I don't like, own Hetalia, but don't like, steal my plot or anything 'cos that's like, totally mean and stuff.

The next day, when Lukas arrived once again at his new school, he appeared to have gained a stalker. Matthias had spent the night on his computer, watching videos of his classmate in his home country, doing what was clearly his passion. He simply couldn't understand how what Lukas did was physically possible- he seemed to defy all laws of forces. As soon as Lukas passed through the gates of the school, he was ambushed by an annoying, overexcited Dane.

"Lukas! Why didn't you tell me who you were?!"

"...What?"

Matthias grabbed the smaller teen and dragged him into a classroom so they could talk in peace.

"I recognised your name yesterday, but couldn't remember where from, so I googled you and-"

"And you found my YouTube channel?"

"That, and a bunch of webpages about you."

"Well, now you know why I'm not overjoyed to come here."

"What are you talking about, man?! The ski resorts here are great!"

Lukas raised one eyebrow.

"Okay, so they're not Norway, but Norway's slopes are extreme!"

At this, Lukas gave Matthias a very unimpressed look, both eyebrows raised in an expression that Matthias would later mentally label as "adorably exasperated".

"...Okay, I guess that extreme probably suits you."

Sighing wearily, Lukas turned to go until his wrist was caught.

"What are you doing?" He said warily.

"I want to introduce you to everyone! You can't just keep to yourself, you need to meet people!"

"I coped at my last school."

"What, you didn't know anyone?"

"They knew of me, but I was only acquainted with a few people."

"How can they know you but you not know them?"

"Knew OF, Matthias."

"...Right. Skiing. Something tells me you're pretty famous back in Norway."

"Skiing is a popular sport."

"I'm guessing it was hard to leave, huh?"

"Stop acting like you understand." Lukas snarled.

"Ouch. I'm not completely clueless, I may not have been in your situation, but that doesn't mean I can't empathise!"

Lukas looked down, slightly embarrassed at his harsh comment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

"That's fine. Just remember, we are not all out to hurt you, Lukas." Matthias said, somewhat softly, taking Lukas aback. Was Matthias actually being considerate? Who was this person and what did they do with the real Dane?

"So, wanna meet some of the gang?" Matthias practically yelled, once again grabbing Lukas by the wrist and dragging him off. Well, it seemed he was back to normal.

.:.

"Gil, Toni, Francis! I've got someone I want you to meet!"

The trio turned around to look at their friend and the unfamiliar student almost hiding behind him.

"Not another foreign bastard!"

"Oh, hello, Lovino!" Matthias called.

"Go away, bastard!"

"You know, Lovi, you really can't say anything about being foreign because you yourself are Italian, and almost all of us of different nationalities!" The dark-haired Spaniard sang.

"Shut it, bastard!"

"Aww, Lovi, you're so cute when you're angry!"

"Shut it!"

"You look like a little tomato!"

"Go away!"

"Ohonhon! Sexual tension, non?"

"Shut up, wine bastard!"

"Uhh, Toni? Francis? Guys?"

"Oui, Matthias?"

"I was gonna introduce you to Lukas here, he just moved here from Norway!"

"Ah, bonjour, Lukas! A pleasure, cher! Je m'appelle Francis!" The blonde Frenchman smiled his most charming smile at the sweet-looking boy before him, mentally comparing him to his beloved Mathieu.

Lukas just looked blankly back at him.

"This is Antonio- he is from Spain, and Lovino, his boyfriend, he is Italian, he has a twin brother who you may see, and then Gilbert, he is German!"

"Mein Gott, I'm awesomely Prussian!" The albino yelled. "Guten tag, Lukas, it must be awesome for you to have the pleasure of meeting the awesome me!"

Lukas raised an eyebrow.

"¡Hola, Lukas! I am Antonio, but call me Toni!" The Spaniard called. "And, as Matthias said, this is Lovino, mi novio!"

Lukas looked properly at the Italian for the first time, mentally sniggering at the colour of his face after his argument with Antonio and looking interestedly at his hair-curl, wondering idly if held the same sensitivity as his own.

"Don't say it so loud, bastard!"

"But it's true, Lovi! ¡Te amo!"

Lukas watched with dull amusement as the Italian's face went a deeper red as he muttered back.

"Ti amo troppo, bastard."

"Aww, Lovi, you're too cute! I'm going to have to hug you now!"

And hug they did, Lovino muttering obscenities and Antonio grinning like a complete fool. (Which, Lukas thought to himself, he is. Really, he mused. Is everyone here insane?) Lukas sighed and tried to escape to his form room. Unfortunately, he was followed once again by the loud Dane, who, once they arrived there, insisted on introducing him to more of his classmates.

"Feliks! Toris!"

Matthias ran over to what Lukas presumed to be a brown-haired young man and a blonde girl- but wait- didn't Matthias say Feliks and Toris? Neither of those were female names...

"This is Lukas, he started here yesterday, he's Norwegian-"

"Oh my god! Your hair clip is like, so totally adorable!"

"Feliks..." The brown haired teen said.

"Lukas, Feliks- Feliks is Polish, and Toris; he's from Lithuania."

"You would look like, so totally adorable in a skirt!"

"Feliks!" Toris repeated, seeing the shocked expression on Lukas's usually emotionless face. "You just don't say things like that!"

So, Feliks is a cross-dresser. Wonderful. Oh, how Lukas just wanted to go skiing...

.:.

By the time their lunch break rolled around, Lukas was starting to wonder if Matthias wasn't so insane after all. Not compared to the rest of his class, anyway. So far, Lukas had met about thirty people, only a few of which he remembered and only remembered due to their weirdness... Except for the two that he remembered as they recognised him immediately for his skiing. An Austrian named Roderich, who he met when he was trying to find the source of the beautiful piano music that was breaking the silence of the music department, and a Swiss teen- Vash- who seemed to dislike the Austrian. Neither of them were as focused on their skiing as him, it seemed- Vash appeared to like firearms quite a bit, judging by the magazines poking out of his school bag, and Roderich seemed to be at the point of marrying his piano, but they recognised him at first sight. This made Lukas feel slightly reassured- perhaps all was not lost after all? He felt like he was kissing his skiing career goodbye when he packed his things to move to Copenhagen. He wondered again why his surrogate father had dragged Emil and himself to Denmark.

What had they done to earn this? His father wasn't aware of just how important his sport was to him, but anyone could see it was practically his life. He personally blamed it all on Jemma. That tart had no right to be in their life in the first place, and now she had gone and influenced his life indirectly yet definitely for the worst.

Why couldn't she just get the hell out of their lives and fuck off back to whichever country she came from?

Translations:

French

Non: No

Oui: Yes

Bonjour: Hello (literally 'good day')

Cher: Dear (male form)

Je m'appelle Francis: My name is Francis

German

Mein Gott: My God

Guten tag: Hello (again, literally 'good day')

Spanish

Hola: Hello

Mi novio: My boyfriend

Te amo: I love you

Italian

Ti amo troppo: I love you too

I hope none of these are wrong, I did them from memory and conversations with my half-Italian friend. (Don't ask- I wrote 'I love you' in Russian on the corner of her Physics book to annoy her because I knew she would look at me like I had suddenly gained another head. It took her ages to figure it out and reply!)