"...multicultureiskey does not own Hetalia."

Merci, Lukas. Have I ever told you that je t'adore?

"*smack*"

Owwwwwwww. That hurt. Matthias is right, you are strong.

"Get on with the story, idiot."

Aw, Lukas, you know you love me really.

The blonde receptionist stared at Lukas for a second. "...Quoi?"

Lukas repeated his question. "Do you know Alfred Jones?"

"Y-yes... He's my half brother... I h-hope you don't mind me asking, but... Why? Do you know Al?" The blonde- his name tag read Matthew Williams- stammered nervously.

"He's my ex-bandmate. And also my ex-PE teacher." Lukas said flatly.

Matthew seemed to freeze. "W-what?! My brother taught Lukas Bondevik and he never told me?!"

Lukas raised an eyebrow. "Did he tell you about an Arthur Kirkland?"

"Ouais, he would never shut up about him."

"There you have it. They're completely infatuated with each other. The Queen would be ignored in favour of Arthur." Lukas deadpanned, making Matthew chuckle softly.

"Still... He knows I'm obsessed with almost all winter sports..."

"I don't mean to pry- I'm simply interested- you look younger than Alfred... And you don't sound American..." Lukas trailed off, his curiosity sparked by his ex-bandmate's sibling, whose appearance was so similar to that of Mr Jones, yet from what Lukas could observe, was almost the opposite personality-wise.

"I'm his younger brother- seventeen. Different fathers- his is American, mine Canadian. I was raised in Quebec, while he grew up in New York. We then lived together for four years, then we moved here. Or, at least, I moved here. Al, obviously, moved to Norway."

Lukas nodded, understanding more now. "Where do you go to school? I didn't see you at HIA..."

"Ah, no, I go to the sports academy. Y'know, Christensen's..."

Lukas' eyes widened. "Sports academy? I hate my father! Why did he have to put me in an international school when there's a sports academy right down the road from it?" He threw his hands into the air dramatically, showing his emotions more than he had done in quite a while.

Matthew chuckled lightly. "Ah, parents. They're all idiots. HIA doesn't have such a terrible PE department, though. Though it doesn't have an ice rink- can you skate?" He asked curiously.

"Ja, I can- not like I can ski, though. Something tells me you can?"

"Ouais. I'd challenge you to some ice hockey, but I'm working and you're training... Shame."

Lukas paused for thought. "Hmm... I think I'll take you up on that... When are you not working?"

"I have a free afternoon tomorrow."

"School finishes at four... I can be here by four thirty. I don't know where the rink is, though."

"I'll show you when you get here. Do you have a stick? Skates?"

"Of course."

"See you there, then. I look forward to it," Matthew paused to check his watch. "Oh! We've been talking for ages! Go ski, Monsieur Bondevik- I'll see you tomorrow!"

The Canadian waved Lukas away with a cheery smile, Lukas giving a small one in return. Nothing could lift his spirits like skiing and a promised game of ice hockey.

.:.

A few hours later, Lukas was relatively satisfied with his practice. Needless to say, between the inferior facilities and his long break, he wasn't anywhere near as good as usual, but he was trying to be relatively optimistic about this whole affair. If he was just going to sulk for the whole year, he wasn't going to get any practice in at all, and his career would be broken like a twig. At the moment, he was pretty safe. As his ex-instructor said, talent like his was hard to come by, and once found it isn't going to be dropped quickly. Especially not in their part of Norway, where life revolved around skiing.

So, for now, the least he could do was keep in practice.

As he unlocked the front door of the apartment and retreated back into his room, ignoring the greetings from his family, he realised that his ex-bandmate had never even mentioned having a brother. Then again, any conversations with the American had either been about sport or music, and they had been few and far between. No doubt Arthur knew of Matthew. Perhaps Lukas should ask him? Yes... He mused. Might as well.

Lukas Bondevik, 21:22

Hei. Did you know that Jones has a half brother?

Not a minute later did he get his reply.

Arthur Kirkland, 21:22
Yes. Half-brother. His name is Matthew, he's Canadian. Why?

Knew it. Alfred and Arthur know each other way too well.

Lukas Bondevik, 21:23
I just met him. We're playing a game of ice hockey tomorrow.

Arthur Kirkland, 21:24
Dare I ask?

Lukas Bondevik, 21:25
He works at the local ski centre.

Arthur Kirkland, 21:26
Right. I don't meant to be rude, but I have to dash.

Lukas Bondevik, 21:27
Have fun fucking Jones.

Arthur Kirkland, 21:28
What?! We're not- I don't even- askjfyjftjdkthduykf

Lukas Bondevik, 21:29
Arthur?

Arthur Kirkland, 21:30
Heeeeeey, Luke! Al here! How are ya? Yeppp, Artie and I are fucking. Well, not right now, obviously, but we were just taking a break. How's Mattie? Didja really challenge him to a hockey game? I'm not sure that was a wise idea, dude- he's like a Canadian version of you when it comes to ice hockey! Seriously, Luke, I wish you luck. Anyways, how's Denmark? Meet anyone ya like? Any girls on the scene? Or even guys? Hmmmm? Tell me your secrets, Bondevik!

Lukas Bondevik, 21:31
My name is Lukas, you arse. Give Arthur back his phone. I'm sure I'll be fine. Keep your nose out of my life, Jones.

Arthur Kirkland, 21:32
ashkksjshkak Nawww Luke I'm sure you don't mean that, you love me really sjajahsi I'm terribly sorry about this, Lukas wdnciwedniew TELL ME YOUR SECRETS

Lukas Bondevik, 21:33
...I'm going to go. And it's Lukas. Not Luke.

Arthur Kirkland, 21:34
ahuehdjedbhd Handcuffs, Artie? ddsiuedbouwrhdjdjjd give me the phone and come here, brat wquheddheh it's 'Sir' to you, Artie qjwisjsjdjdi

Arthur Kirkland, 21:35
Er, ignore the last text...

Arthur Kirkland, 21:35
Yeah, Artie accidentally pressed the microphone button, whatever you call it.

Arthur Kirkland, 21:35
NO I DIDN'T, IGNORE HIM

Lukas Bondevik, 21:36
...Ja, I'm going to go now... I'll text you tomorrow, Arthur...

Truly scarred for life, Lukas slipped his iPhone back into his pocket. He did not see Arthur as that sort of person. God, that was disgusting. Perhaps, in hindsight, when he said that Arthur didn't have a wild side, he wasn't being entirely truthful... At all... Whatsoever... Handcuffs... Mental image... Do not want...

He shivered and retreated to the corner of his room.

.:.

"Lukas. Lukas. Luuuuukaaaasss. Answer me," Emil called to his brother through the door.

"W-w-what?"

"Come, eat." Emil commanded him.

"O-okay..." Why is Lukas stammering? Emil mused. Well, there's only one thing for it.

He pushed open the door to see Lukas curled up in the corner of his room, hugging a pillow. "...Lukas? Why are you shivering?"

His brother slid his phone out of his pocket and shoved it towards him. Tapping in the passcode (he hacked that ages ago, Lukas didn't really care), he himself squealed in horror when he saw the texts. H-handcuffs? Sir? Brat?

"Guð minn... That's disgusting..."

"T-that's what I said."

"A-anyway... I can't imagine you'd want to eat after that, but faðir told me to tell you to come."

"O-okay. Jeg kommer." Lukas replied, still looking traumatised. He must really be disturbed by it if he's slipping into Norwegian, Emil pondered. Then again, he actually knows those people, so it must be about a thousand times worse for him. Ugh.

Lukas slowly put down the pillow and crept towards Emil, eyes wide and a look of disgust on his face.

Clearly, dinner was to be a challenge for him.

A/N

Bonjour~ I am back!

Firstly, thank you so much for your reviews/follows/favourites! They really make my day!

Secondly, I apologise for the crappy chapter.

Thirdly... IAmApple, you lost the game.

Translation time! [insert wild partying here]

La langue d'amour (French)

Quoi?: What?

Ouais: Yeah

Monsieur Bondevik: Mr Bondevik

Norwegian

Ja: Yes (kind of obvious, but whatever)

Jeg kommer: I'm coming

Icelandic

Guð minn: My god

Faðir: Father

I apologise for anything I've missed, and for any mistranslations.

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Thank you so much to xylla for the correction on the Norwegian!