I own the world. No you don't. Shut up, Lukas. Well, it's true. You don't. Okay, okay. I don't own anything. Except the world. *rolls eyes* She doesn't own Hetalia.
The doorbell rang throughout the apartment. Lukas, lying on his bed with his face buried in a pillow, groaned and dragged himself up, ready to tell the visitor to just fuck off.
When he got to the door, looking like he had just woken up, he was extremely shocked to see the man whose confession had caused him to spend hours just curled up on his bed, thoughts tangled and confused.
"What?!" He snapped at the Dane.
"Hey, don't snap at me, please. School only just finished - I just came to see if you were okay. The office said you went home 'cause you were ill," Matthias said softly.
Lukas looked down, slightly guilty. It wasn't Matthias' fault that he couldn't quite deal with strong emotions like love - that he couldn't believe anyone could possibly see him in that manner.
"Sorry, I'm just a little... confused. I'm probably going to regret this, but... Do you want to come in?"
Matthias looked a little surprised at this - he had been expecting to be sent away by the Norwegian - but stepped into the flat anyway. "I'm sorry if I messed anything up for you. I just couldn't keep it to myself."
Running a hand through his hair, Lukas replied hesitantly. "You didn't mess anything up... It just shocked me. I... Couldn't really believe it. Still can't. Why me?"
Matthias shot him a questioning look. "The hell do you mean by that?"
"What do you see in me?"
The Dane raised his eyebrows in shock. "What do I... Lukas, where the fuck do I start? You're crazily smart, athletic, musical and you're pretty damn gorgeous, too. And I'm not the only one who thinks that, either. Haven't you read some of the comments on your videos?"
"N-no...?"
"Half of them refer to you as something along the lines of an angel."
Lukas blushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yes, well..."
"Why is it so hard to believe that I love you, Lukas? You're perfect! How could I not love you? Even Gilbert says you're pretty close to awesomeness, and believe me, that's something to be proud of."
"I just... Ah, whatever," Lukas shook his head, trying to clear his mind.
Matthias looked suspicious, but decided not to push it. "So... Are you okay?"
It was at that point that Lukas realised he really should stop denying it. The care in the Dane's eyes... It made him feel loved, a feeling he hadn't really had all that much experience with. He liked that feeling... He liked Matthias. There was still one very big problem, though (among quite a few smaller ones)...
"Just wondering how I'm going to explain to my father," the Norwegian said softly.
Matthias shot him a confused look. In reply, Lukas tugged the scarf wrapped around his neck so the taller boy fell to his height. Then he wrapped his arms around Matthias' neck and kissed him passionately and forcefully.
"Oh... That's what you meant," Matthias said intelligently, causing Lukas to slap him lightly over the head. "So... You love me back?"
"I don't really know... I like you as more than a friend, obviously. But I don't really know much about love..." Lukas ran his hand through his hair yet again.
"That doesn't matter. Hey, can we make this official?" Matthias asked excitedly.
"Make what official?"
Matthias shot him a hopeful look. "Will you be my boyfriend?"
Lukas shrugged. "I suppose. Although, I'm pretty sure my father isn't going to react well to this..."
"What do you mean?"
"He's quite... Opinionated on the topic. So... I might not tell him for a while."
"Opini-whated? He's homophobic?"
The platinum blonde winced. "Yes... Yes, he is."
Matthias groaned. "Suckiiiiiissshh. Okay, we'll keep this on the low-down for a bit, yeah?"
"My thoughts entirely." The two moved to sit on the sofa in the open-plan apartment.
"Nice place you've got here," Matthias remarked.
Lukas rolled his eyes. "Small talk isn't going to get you anywhere. But, tell me something... How long have you loved me for?"
"Well, I thought you were hot as soon as I saw you." So that's why he was staring at me. "And then it developed into a crush... I guess it hit me that I was actually in love with you when I saw you at the sports centre the first time around. No, wait... I think it was before that. It might have been when I found out you were in a band."
Lukas' eyes widened. "All this time? And how do you know about the band?"
Matthias shrugged. "I read the name on your t-shirt... Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I like rock music. Oh yeah, why were you wearing a band shirt for your own band, anyway?"
"It's not really a band shirt, just something we wore when we performed. A reminder of Norway, if you like. We're too amateur for band shirts," Lukas smiled softly.
The Dane raised an eyebrow. "Didn't sound very amateur to me."
"Compared to what we were aiming to be like, we were. Arthur is into the classic sort of stuff - Sex Pistols, The Stranglers, The Clash, the people who basically invented punk."
"They're all British - you're not going to beat the kings!" Matthias exclaimed - if there was one music-related thing he actually knew something about, it was punk.
"You think with a name like Kirkland that Arthur's going to be Scandinavian?" Lukas smirked.
"He's British? Oh, that's why he had an accent!"
"Quite the bright spark, aren't you? We did quite a few songs in English, actually."
"You were really good... Is there anything you're not good at?"
Lukas blushed. "Plenty."
Matthias gave him a disbelieving look, which then changed into an impatient one. "Anyway, it was lovely talking, but I've been waiting for months to be with you, Lukas. Mind taking this conversation a little further?" He said, tone hopeful.
"Forward, aren't you? Well, I don't see why not." The smirk had reappeared.
Matthias leaned forward to embrace the Norwegian. The two embraced and started kissing right there on the sofa in the open-plan flat, in full view from the door.
As it so happens, Lukas' father was working late that day. Emil finished school earlier that year due to his exams, and was out with some friends. The flat was empty except for the Lukas and Matthias.
Until the door burst open, and a whirlwind of bleached blonde hair, orange fake tan and exposed skin invaded.
Jemma took one look at the two and her eyes widened. Her first emotion was disgust, at an extreme level. Then, a twisted smile crept onto her face.
She cleared her throat, causing two teenagers to break apart and curse loudly in their native languages.
"Oh my... What have we here?"
A/N
*evil laugh*
So, hello again! If you're reading one of my author's notes for the twelfth or more time, Matthias gives you a virtual high-five! I think it's obvious why this chapter is several hours early. NO SCHOOL!
Anyway. Edinburgh was beyond awesome - there was a bagpipe player performing Christmas carols and dressed as Santa. And when I went into Anime Republic, I met a group of Hetalia cosplayers! First time I've actually met in person a Hetalian who isn't one of my best friends...
No translations, I don't think. Well, have an amazing New Year, and if you're British, don't forget to watch the London fireworks, because they are awesome and we must be patriotic!