Chapter 3

"Haha, hej Lukas!"

"Fu-" Sidnei cut off her brother's cuss word with a piece of her fish. "Nei. Bad brother." This sent Arthur and Vlad into giggle fits. “Shut it, you two.” He glared.

"What's up, Luke?"

The Norwegian proceeded to ignore the Danish man, eating the rest of his cheesecake.

"Luuuukaaaaas! Are you listening to meeeeee?" Mathias whined as he sat down and practically glomped Lukas. Said Norwegian yelped slightly, then pushed Mathias off.

"Stop it, annoying..." he mumbled, glaring at the Dane.

"I'm hurt, Lukas. I am not annoying!"

"Yes you are," Sidnei, Lukas, Vlad and Arthur all said at the same time, making Mathias pout and hug Lukas tightly.

"But I don't wanna be annoying."

"Then let go of me." Lukas was secretly raging, but on the outside, he was gritting his teeth to stay emotionless with his anger.

“But I don’t wanna let go, either…”

“You’re so annoying. And childish.”

“Fine! Fine, I’ll let go.” The wild Dane grumbled a few quiet words under his breath as he unlatched his arms from around the platinum blonde and pulled himself onto the bench beside him.

“Finally… Thank you…”

“Yea yea, no prob!” And then the next thing Lukas knew, the Dane’s arm was securely hooked around the other’s shoulders. He looked towards the Dane.

Mathias had an almost suggestive smirk. Sort of like the slightly perverted smile. His eyes gleamed with mischief, and his arm tightened its grip. Only slightly.

“Get off of me.”

“I’m not on you!” He said, shrugging.

“Smartass. Get your arm off of me!”

“Aww, but why?”

“Because I said so.” He grabbed the other’s hand and went to throw Mathias’ arm off of his shoulder, only to be pulled into a tight hug.

“Oh come on, Lukey!”

“Don’t call me that!” Lukas snapped, glaring up at him.

At this point, the others at the table looked at each other, then decided it was best to up and leave the table. So they did exactly that, going towards their own tables. Did the others notice at all?

Not at all.

“But Lukey-”

“I said don’t call me that!” Lukas glared at the Dane, cobalt eyes and baby blue ones meeting. A spark showed in the baby blue, but was barely noticeable.

“Why not?” Mathias asked, still keeping the tight grip on the Norwegian.

“Because that is not my name! Only my family is allowed to call me that, and you are not family.”

“I could be someday.” Mathias smirked slightly, resting his head on the other’s shoulder, causing Lukas to rage and start squirming like crazy.

“Never! You will never be a part of my family!” He shouted angrily, trying to pull the other’s arms away. Sadly, his attempts soon grew futile. However, he didn’t stop the squirming. “Now let me go.”

“Never.”

“And why not, exactly?” He asked, crossing his arms.

“Because I don’t want to let you go.” The way Mathias said it, it was almost as if he was saying what else could it be? Duh. 

The Norwegian sighed and sat there. “Can I at least eat my lunch?”

“Sure.” He shifted so the other was on his lap, and Lukas yelped. He started to hit the other.

“Let me go, you overgrown bat child!” He said, smacking and punching him repeatedly in the torso. The Danish teen merely laughed and moved quickly, pinning the top half of the other’s arms down so he couldn’t hit him anymore. 

The Norwegian sighed and grumbled profanities in his native tongue as he started to eat, still suspended on the Dane’s lap.

Mathias gave a smile of utter satisfaction and continued to hug the other. Lukas would try and get off every so often, but the Dane had planned ahead.

The bell rang, and Lukas took the moment, after packing up, to escape and run off, despite Mathias’ calls for him to come back. He just continued running until he barreled into someone. He fell back, hitting the ground, and grunted, looking up to spot a white-haired albino staring down at him.

“Kesese, who do we have here?”

“Shut up. That’s none of your concern.” The Norwegian stood and stretched back slightly, hearing a pop in his back. He sighed and made his way past, but before he could get away, the albino had grabbed the other’s shirt collar and dragged him back.

“Nein. You aren’t escaping yet!” He grinned slightly, and Lukas’ brows furrowed.

“And why not?”

“Because, I’m not going to let you go.”

“And why not?” He asked again.

“Just trust me.”

“I don’t think I can do that,” Lukas snapped, trying to pry the teen’s hand off of his collar. “Now let me go. I’m going to be late to my next class.”

The Prussian chuckled and grabbed the other’s school bag, spotting the schedule in the side pocket. He grabbed it and read it over.

“Pssh, liar, you’ve got the free period now. You lucky junge,” Gilbert said, flicking the other’s nose. Lukas glared at him.

“And I spend my free period in class, thank you very much.” He huffed. “Know it all freak…-” he mumbled under his breath.

“Oi, Gil, ya got him! Yay!”

FAEN. Lukas thought. That voice… god dammit. 

“Ja! Here you go, Mathias.” He dragged the Norwegian back, momentarily choking him as he flailed. Lukas was sent stumbling into the Dane, being caught by said blonde and being held in place.

“You okay there, Lukey?”

“Shut up, you nuisance. I’ve had enough of you,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “Now let me go. I have some practice to catch up on.” He forcefully pushed the Dane away and walked off, also shoving the Prussian away when he tried to grab him again. He marched off angrily, going towards a place he already knew well.

The Music Room.

Mathias sighed lightly. “Now he’s gone…”

“I think you did that yourself.”

“You added to it, Gilbert!” He whined slightly. “I didn’t do it all by myself!”

“Ja you did. While he was running off, he ran into the awesome me, and he didn’t even apologize. He must have been mad or something!” Gilbert crossed his arms.

“Whatever… should we go after him?”

“Naaah, he’ll be back.”

“Are you sure about that, Gil? He seemed pretty steamed. Should we go and apologize or something?”

“And lose to that junge? Never! I’m way too awesome to apologize to someone because they had a bad day. You can apologize, if you want, but I’m not.”

“Fine! I’ll go find him.” The Dane huffed slightly and marched off after the Norwegian.

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Junge = boy

I AM SOOOOOO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING.

Trust me, I really am! I was going to update before hand, but when I was working on my story on the plane from Colorado back to here during the Summer, it didn't save at all, and I was so pissed! So I had to abandon this. Then I forgot about it.

Whoops.

But the fact that people like this story brought me back, and now, expect lots more updates!

~Raven~