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“Umm… Things aren’t going well with my boyfriend, Hikari789. What should I do ?” Reading the posts on your blog, you sighed. You are an independent person, and believed yourself to be mature enough to not need any support. But… even though you wanted to help this person, you have no love experience. Sighing again, you turn off your computer, and slumped back down onto your bed, finding ways to help the girl whilst listening to the pouring rain.

With great timing, your friend and complete opposite appeared at your house’s front door. “(name)!! Come down, would you?” Looking out of your window in annoyance, you see the guy banging on the door. Groaning from thinking about how to deal with Mathias, you walk down the stairs, bleary eyed. Unlocking the door, you opened your door, to find an unusually depressed Mathias, sitting down, soaked to the bone.

Turning on the lights, you sat Mathias down in the kitchen, who obeyed without being told. “Here, Mathias, wait for me. I’ll get you a towel and some clothes.” You ran upstairs and got some old clothes belonging to him when he came over for sleepovers in high school years. As you came rushing down from your room, you hear silent sobbing. Drying Mathias’s gravity defying hair slowly with a warm towel, you asked, “What’s wrong, Mark?” Mathias remains silent, and you grabbed some leftover hot tea in the teapot and poured some for him.

“…*hic*…(name)… My girlfriend just... decided that... I wasn’t good enough for her.” Hearing the heavy breathing and quiet reply, you gestured for Mathias to take a hot shower, while you thought about how to help Mathias, and threw his clothes into the washing machine. As I thought… I just don’t have any love experience… I don’t really know how to comfort Mark… Your thoughts wandered. Walking around the house, you saw a still silent Mathias sitting on the couch in the living room. You sat down and looked at him. “Hey (name), am I good enough for her?” Your heart throbbed at this question, but you took no notice of it. “Hey Mark, I don’t know. I’m no good at this love stuff…” You muttered and looked down. “But I know that you’re upset, so I’ll give you a hug.”

The poor Dane had tears in his eyes, and as you hugged him, you stroke his head. “Mark, you’ll be fine.” Whispering over and over, you lulled the Dane into sleep. You laid down the pillows and blankets, and tucked Mathias in. Standing up, you were going to leave the room, and realized that Mathias was holding your arm. “(name), please don’t go…” The sad mumbled voice persuaded you to sit down on the floor, next to Mathias, as sleep consumed you.

*Mathias POV*

“Mmmm… (name)…” I looked around as I got up from the sofa. (name) was right beside me, and holding my right hand. I merely smiled. She’s always too nice to me… Although I’m a horrible person at times… the only person who brings me up every time is (name). I stroke her head gently, and let go off her hand. Opening the fridge, I see enough ingredients to bake Danish pastries. And it seems that she knows what I want too… I blushed. I can’t be having these kind of thoughts… I’m not gonna ask her out… A lot of people like her already… There must be someone better than me out there waiting for her anyway. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and went back to baking the pastries.

*Normal POV*

Slowly opening your eyes, you glance at the sofa. Mathias had already gone somewhere… wait. The smell of Danish pasty wafted from the kitchen, and you followed it, feeling your stomach rumbling with anticipation. “Good morning, Mark.” You mumbled, tapping the more cheerful Dane, who also gave a happy reply while he took out the Danish pastries out of the oven. You smiled. Mathias’s pastries are always the best, anyway.

“(name)… Thanks for yesterday. It was a bit uncool for the King of Northern Europe, wasn’t it?” The Dane smiled gently, and despite his gentle smile, you can see that it was wavering. “Mark, please, don’t force yourself. You are the King of Northern Europe, aren’t you?” You returned a smile genuinely, and a blush appeared on the also inexperienced Dane. Mathias refused to look at you in the eye, and you giggled at his cuteness, and wished for things to be this way forever.

Sitting down on separate chairs across from each other, the both of you wolfed down the exquisite pastries Mathias made, and left only empty dishes. “Hey, (name)?” You glanced at him. “Since we both don’t have anything today, I wanna call Gilbert and Al to play Soul Caliber and Call of Duty with us… Is that fine?” With his puppy eyes, you knew that you could not resist what he was asking of you, even though you knew that this might end up… ruining your house and life somehow.

“Alright, Mark, but no alcohol, ‘kay?” You replied calmly. “Whoop!!! (name)! You're as awesome as me!!” Mathias held you up in the air and shouted gleefully like a child getting a birthday present. You were surprised by the action, but you still smiled anyway. “You’re starting to sound a bit like Gilbert…”

*5 hours later*

Facepalming yourself, you looked around to see 3 drunk idiots that are bickering about who would get the hottest girlfriend. You sighed. The no-alcohol promise was null after Gilbert brought in home some beer, and it turns out that your alcohol tolerance is better than any of them. “Oi, Mark. *hic* If you can persuade (name) to be your girlfriend,*hic* then we will really call you King of Northern Europe!!” Overhearing Gilbert’s drunken dare, you whipped around and decided to make him change his mind. “Sounds funnnn. *hic* Will Mark really have the guts *hic* to do this?” Al teased the Dane, whose blush was from both the alcohol and the dare.

“Guys, come on now. I’m tired of this. Please go home.” But with your terrible luck, the three men did not budge, and instead tried to have Mathias kiss you. You started to realize that if the three weren’t knocked out somehow, you would have to deal with them until they are. Suddenly, Mathias lunged towards you, and kissed you fully and passionately on the lips, knocking you down to the floor, pinning you down. The catcalls made by the other two troublemakers are almost instantaneous.

“Mark, please let go…” You gasped after the kiss. It was breathtaking for sure, but this is not the time and space to think about it. “I love you, (name).” You turned away from those cloudy dark blue eyes. “You don’t even mean those words. You don’t care, Mark.” Pushing the Dane away, you turned around to scold Gilbert and Alfred. “If you’re going to do such a horrible thing, why don’t you just go and find something else to do? Just like a child would.” The last words were forced out of your throat, and you ran upstairs, leaving the men starstruck.

“Who would have known that it hurts this much?” You mumbled to yourself, tears clouding your eyesight, and your throat tightened and forced your tears out. You wiped the tears, pretending that it was nothing and waited for the men to go home. Do I really love Mathias? After hearing a short ruckus and a silence, you went down and saw Mathias awake alone, while the other two were sleeping. You sighed, hidden behind a wall, and texted for Matthew and Ludwig to scold the two.

Walking from behind the wall, you still saw a crestfallen Mathias again, still gripping his beer. You laid out pillows, and covered Gilbert and Alfred. Mathias said nothing to you and just stared into space. You went to the kitchen, prepared water and pills for the sleeping drunks, and when you walked back into the room, you see Mathias putting his head on the sofa, with his usual dark blue eyes red. You brought Mathias into your room, where he sat down on the floor again, his eyes dull and empty.

You sat down next to him. “Why did you do that?” You whispered, trying to stop yourself from crying again. “I’m sorry. I rely on you too much. It’s just…” Mathias could not find a way to explain himself. “Do you really love me? I mean, you… you just had to do that when…I’m so vulnerable…” You whispered, and no attempt was made by you to stop the tears anymore. You hated to admit it now, but you really do love this Dane after all. Your flushed pink cheeks and (h/l) (h/c) hair brushed against Mathias, who flinched at the mere touch of them. Mathias looked pained; his eyes are also sparkling, and you looked at him fully.

“You know (name)… I’m so depressed. I don’t know… why I’m so stupid. I always end up hurting the one that cares about me the most… you.” Mathias hugged you, like a child clinging onto his toy, his support. You stroke his head again, and said, “If you really do love me… know that I care for you too.” Mathias looked back at you in disbelief, and you averted your eyes. “(name)… I do mean it. I do love you. Jeg elsker deg, (name).” He whispered, and kissed you again, fully on the lips. “I love you, Mark. Know that.” You were still hugging the Dane, who is starting to cheer up. “(name), I’m always relying on you. But please, rely on me sometimes, won’t you?” You giggled in reply. “Well, Mark, if you reliable enough…” The Dane pouted, “What do you mean by that?” You laughed joyfully, and said, “Oh, jeg elsker deg, Mark.”

Guess that having Gilbert and Alfred here was a good idea after all…