Do you really think I own Hetalia?

Before long, Lukas was returning the kisses, and unbeknownst to the two, Emilie passed the doorway a few times and smiled happily. Their cuddling was cut off after a while by a Norwegian folk song playing from Lukas' pocket.

He answered his phone, forgetting to check who was calling, and was slightly shocked to hear the very worried voice of his younger brother on the other end.

"Lukas, I heard what happened. Are you okay? Where are you? Speak to me, Lukas!"Emil said, half-hysterically.

"Calm down, Emil! I'm fine, I'm at Matthias'. What about you? How did you find out? What happened?"

"I came home and found Jemma basically throwing a fit, so I asked her what was happening and she told me what happened with Matthias - congrats, by the way - but seriously, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It was sort of inevitable, to be honest. I just wish Father had kept his promise to my mother."

Matthias gave Lukas a questioning look, and it suddenly struck the Dane that he knew next to nothing about his new boyfriend's family. Lukas missed his quizzical glance, seemingly intent on reassuring his wellbeing to his brother - but didn't Lukas say Emil was younger than him? Matthias listened in shamelessly as Lukas told his brother what had happened, brow furrowed in confusion.

Once Lukas had assured his brother that he was okay, questioned his brother equally as intently (from what Matthias could hear, Emil had told their father he was staying at a friend's house for a while), and ended the call, Matthias looked at him expectantly.

"What?" Lukas said, raising an eyebrow.

"Tell me about your family."

"...what? Where did that come from?"

"You know about my family - mother, father, only child, etcetera - I don't know anything about yours. Except for the fact that your father's a bastard," Matthias said matter-of- factly. "Tell me about yours."

Lukas sighed. He should have seen this coming - it was only fair. "Just my family? Or Emil's, as well?"

"You're not related?!" Matthias said in shock.

"We are, but we're only half-brothers. Different mothers." Lukas looked down at the crumpled duvet. (Was that really a Mario-themed blanket? How old was Matthias again? He certainly didn't act eighteen...) He took a deep breath, and began speaking again. "His mother is Icelandic, mine was Norwegian. So he's half-Icelandic, half-Norwegian, and I'm completely Norwegian. He has an Icelandic passport..."

Matthias gestured for him to carry on as he trailed off. "How come you don't live with your mothers?"

Lukas sighed. "We used to. Until Emil's mother left Father three years ago, we lived with them. But as I said, she left because Father was, in her words, being 'changed by money and power'."

"And she was right! Why didn't you two go with her?"

"She just left one day. All Emil has of her is a toy puffin."

"And what about your mother?"

He looked down. "My mother... Died when I was thirteen." He heard Matthias' horrified gasp and felt the other's gaze, but ignored it and drew another breath, trying to stop his voice from shaking slightly. "She had leukaemia - by the time we'd found out, there wasn't much they could do about it. She made my father promise to look after me like she had done. Needless to say, he has broken his promise."

Matthias wrapped his arms around the smaller teenager. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have asked..."

"No, it's fine. You needed to know. I know about your family - mostly, anyway - I know about your family. Well, sort of. Anyway, as you know, Jemma is my father's girlfriend, who he met online the year before last. My mother left my father about a year after I was born, and he then met Emil's mother and, well, you can imagine what happened.

"Then when my mother died, I moved in with my father. Emil's mother left when I was fifteen, so he and I really only have each other now... That's why he was so worried. I would be the same in a reversed situation - just about ten times more worried."

Matthias hugged Lukas tighter, running his hand through the light-coloured strands to the Norwegians' slight annoyance. "Wow... For someone so perfect all round, your family is pretty messed up - no offence..."

Lukas attempted to brush Matthias' hand away from his hair to absolutely no avail as he replied. "None taken. I'm not perfect, though. Nowhere near."

"Yes, you are! How could you not be?!"

"An introverted skier with a messed up family and a hair clip?" He gave a bitter laugh. "The day that is classified as perfect is the day I ski in the Sahara."

"No, a world-class yet teenaged athlete with a talent for almost everything he tries his hand at and the looks of some sort of god," Matthias stated matter-of-factly, "who just happens to have a dick for a father."

Predictably, Lukas blushed. "I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm world-class. And as I've said before, there are plenty of things I can't do. Have you ever seen me try to do something like woodwork? I had classes in it until I was about fourteen... It was awful. And I'm not even going to comment on your comparison..."

"Aww, Luke, you know you loved it~!" Matthias sang, seemingly ignoring most of his words.

He narrowed his eyes. "Lukas. Not 'Luke'."

"Yeah, yeah. Seriously though, don't be so hard on yourself. You're amazing, Lukas!" Matthias said, ruffling Lukas' hair.

"Get off, idiot. I'm not 'amazing', I'm just normal," he said, slightly self-consciously.

Matthias ignored him and asked the other question that he had harboured since he first met the Norwegian. "So, why do you wear a hair clip like it's part of your religion?"

"It was my mother's." Oh. Now Matthias felt bad for asking. "But don't feel bad about asking me, idiot." Was he really that predictable? Probably, actually.

"It suits you. I know that sounds weird, but it suits you."

Lukas gave a playful smirk. "Are you saying I look like a girl?"

"No!" Matthias exclaimed, realising how it must have sounded to the other. "That's not what I meant..."

"I know," Lukas smirked again. "I was teasing you. And you fell for it."

Matthias pouted. "Luuu-kas... That's mean..."

"I know."

"Then don't say it!"

"What would be the fun in that?"

"You... Sadist!"

Lukas rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes. I care not."

The two argued playfully for a bit until Matthias' mother walked in, grinning as per usual. "Lukas, sweetie - I've set up your room. Alistair will be home soon. He will be delighted to meet you!"

Lukas gave a rare sincere smile - not a smirk or a forced smile for a camera and the like, a genuine smile of happiness. "Thanks, Emilie. This is really kind of you..."

Emilie only gave him a hug in return, daring to ruffle his hair - and for once (and to the surprise of his boyfriend), Lukas didn't protest, but instead hugged her back like he would have done to his own mother.

A/N

Hey. It's me again! I tried not using a cliffhanger for once... Fail. Meh. The whole thing's a fail. Ugh, sorry, it's the combination of exams and lack of caffeine. Bright side? Only one exam left now. Not-so-bright side? It's the most important and therefore stressful yet... (If we ignore the fact that almost every ICT lesson I go into is technically an exam. Oh, I hate life...) Ah, whatever. No more French exams!

I hope you all had an awesome week! Minus exams, mine was pretty good! Emily (IAmAPrustrian) made me Lukas' hair clip - it's amazing! On another note, I had PE today, and as a result, I may hide in a corner forever. Why? We had swimming. It goes without saying that I didn't partake in this (and neither did my friends), but the ones who did... OH GOD, WHY IS OUR CLASS MIXED?! One guy was wearing very... Very tight trunks... MY EYESSSSSS. *dies*

Please review! It maketh me happy, and I will try my best to remember to reply!