I don't own Hetalia. But I do own two pairs of socks, an awesome crocheted bauble, jewellery, a load of chocolate and maple syrup! Good haul from mis amigos this year~~

Matthias let himself slide down the wall to sit on the floor. "Gil. Gil, what the hell do I do?"

Gilbert gave him a questioning look. "The hell, Matt?"

"The violinist is Lukas. Lukas, Matt. Lukas fucking Bondevik."

"Okay. That's kinda awesome, that he's good at basically everything. What about it?"

"That's it, Gil. He'll never love me back - he's too perfect."

Gilbert stared at the Dane for a second. "What the fuck has got into you? Where the hell is the great self-proclaimed King of Scandinavia that we all know? You tell him that you love him, Matt, and you tell him soon. If the rumours are true and the kid is going back to Norway in July, you need to speak soon. Believe me, kid - I never believed Birdie would return my awesome feelings. But, of course, I'm so awesome that he had to. Just man up already, mate!"

Matthias ran a hand through his tousled hair. "Yeah... Maybe you're right."

"Maybe? Of course I'm right! The awesome me is never wrong! Just tell him! Get out there and tell him!"

"What?!" Matthias gasped. "I can't do it now!"

"And why not?"

The Dane stood up and sighed, tousling his hair again. "Because... I just can't. Not right now. Later, yeah. I know I've got to do this, Gil - but not while he's still playing. I can't interrupt him and - well, to be honest, I'm not sure I could restrain myself. All I want to do I hug him and kiss him. He's so pretty~!"

Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "Whatever you say, Matt. Just promise me you'll do this today."

"Yes, okay. I promise."

"Good. Gott, you've taken almost as long as Birdie and I! I thought I told you not to do that!"

"Yeah, yeah. What are you, my father?"

Gilbert smirked. "I thought we went through this earlier, kid."

Matthias' eyes started sparkling like usual again. "Right. Gil, I'm going to do this. I'm finally going to tell him!"

"Mood swing, much? But... Yeah, Matt, yeah you are! I'm proud of you, kid."

The two high-fived and left the practice room, the two in the room next to them still blissfully unaware that they had been spied upon.

.:.

Later

Lukas, I've been meaning to tell you something for a while...

Lukas, the truth is...

The thing is, Lukas...

I have something to tell you...

None of them were right. And Matthias swore to himself that he would tell Lukas today.

I can do this.

He can do this.

Yes, that's right, I can totally do this.

Of course you can. Have faith in yourself, Matthias. Let the gods of awesomeness guide you through this.

Why are you talking to me? Who are you? And why do you sound so much like Gilbert?

Oh, no one. Don't worry about it, darling. And in truth, I'm more like Matthew. Or Roderich. But that's a different story. Back to yours.

Okay...

Moving onwards. Where was I? Oh, yes. Matthias had been planning to confess to Lukas at lunch. It was third lesson. He had three lessons before lunch. Need I say anymore? He was panicking somewhat. He just didn't know how to tell the icy skier of his feelings.

As the bell rang, his panic increased. The Norwegian had a different class to him, so he was going to go and find him. Lukas had Geography... That was only a few classrooms away from Matthias' own lesson. Actually, he had taken advantage of that fact a few times and peered in through the window of the door, making faces at Lukas. His class always ended before, for some reason. It was pretty damn hilarious, but Lukas didn't look particularly amused, for some reason.

Matthias stood outside the door to the Norwegian's classroom. Any moment now... The door opened and the students filed out, Lukas the last. His head and Matthias could just see that he had one headphone in, but that was only since he knew what he was looking for. The platinum blonde had taken to doing that a few months into the school year, saying that there was 'honestly nothing better to do'. Matthias agreed, but unlike Lukas, he was not effortlessly passing everything he tried with flying colours... So, no listening to music in lessons for him.

As Lukas walked past, Matthias tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He looked up in surprise and fixed those gorgeous icy eyes on Matthias' own.

"Hey. Can I speak to you for a second?" Matthias tried his best to stop his voice from shaking.

"Yes... What about?"

Matthias pulled him into an empty classroom, ignoring the protests at physical contact. "I have... Something I need to tell you."

Lukas fixed him with a blank stare. "Well, go on, then."

He took a deep breath. "Lukas, I... I've fallen in love."

He received a quizzical look. "With whom?"

"With... With you, Lukas."

There was a sharp intake of breath from the Norwegian. "Matthias. T-that's not funny."

"I'm serious."

"What? I - you - what the hell, Matthias?!" Lukas cried, stepping back from the Dane.

"I love you, Lukas. I just... Thought you ought to know."

Lukas ran a hand through his fringe, messing up the perfectly straight platinum waves that Matthias loved so much. "I... This... I need to go." The athletic skier turned on his heel and started walking away, rapidly picking up pace until he was flat out sprinting down the corridor.

"No! Wait, Lukas! Don't go!" Matthias tried his best to follow him, but being nowhere near as fast as the athlete, he couldn't. Completely losing sight of Lukas, he slumped down by some lockers, head resting on his hands.

Wow... That went really badly...

.:.

A figure sprinted down the abandoned corridor, a blur to anyone watching (not that anyone was).

Lukas ran from the building into the office, signed himself out with the excuse that he was feeling ill and carried on sprinting until he was 'home'. Thankfully, no one would be home until much later. He could just lock himself up in his room and try to sort out his mind.

What the hell just happened?

Matthias loves me. He loves me. He is in love with me. No matter how many times he repeated it to himself, it didn't become any more comprehensible.

How could anyone love me?

A/N

I forgot to apologise for the time skip in the last author's note, so I apologise now. Nothing really happened in that period of time; Alfred and Arthur impersonated rabbits, Matthew and Gilbert did the same, Matthias was his usual self, Lukas despaired and Emil and Leon became boyfriend and boyfriend.

If my dear friend Casey ever reads this, please take note of the way Lukas isn't amused when Matthias hovers outside Lukas' classroom being an idiot. And also take note of the fact that he takes Geography. This is because Geography is awesome. End of discussion.

(Yes, my friend(s) actually does that to me. And yes, I take Geography instead of History. This is because I am better at Geography. And also because it's almost all American history for GCSE - as much as I love America, I am English. European, please.)

On another topic, today was the last day of term. Tomorrow I head up north to Scotland - I'm probably going to incommunicado for a while, I'm afraid. Soo... Since I probably won't get another chance, Merry Christmas, everyone!

Long author's note again. Sorry. Au revoir~~