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a/n: italics are in your head. Enjoy!!!

"(name)!! THE KING OF NORTHERN EUROPE IS HERE!!!!" The fun-loving Dane (and in most cases, annoying) came in at the most horrible time he could. You sat up in your bed and just groaned. Why now? Why him? The white washcloth soaked in cold water on your hot forehead dropped to the floor, as you groaned again. Mondays are always the worst. Not to say you have several papers due today, you had a fever so bad you fainted last night, only to be awakened by a disturbing Dane at the front door.

"Go home, Mathias. I haven't finished my papers, and this headache is killing me…" You grumbled went to the front door and just slammed it in his face. These past few weeks were horrible, you thought, and Mathias is not helping. You sighed. Despite your efforts to drive the loud Dane away, he just opens the door again. "(name)!!" And the Dane strikes again. So you just went up to the big Dane and glared at him. "PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE, WILL YOU?" And with that, you re-entered your bedroom, and slammed the door and locked it. Why do I always have bad days?

Mathias looked towards your bedroom door sadly, but leaves the assignments you missed during the day as well as the Danish pastries he made on the breakfast table. "(name)… I'm sorry." He slunked out of your house, and as you heard the heart-broken tone of the poor Dane, your tears threatened to leave your eyes. You shook your head, and place it between your knees. Why can't I ever do things the right way?

Mathias sat on the park bench, while Gilbert and Alfred, the two friends he hangs out with, tries to console him. Mathias sighed. How could he get (name) to be back to normal? He really upset you this time. "Come on now, dude. You can't always be down!" Alfred stood next to Dane, whose hands were covering his face in desperation. "Oy, if you're going to be this depressed, let's find something to drink." Mathias thought it was a good idea, and slunk to their favorite bar along with his cheerful friends.

"And *hic* (name)…*hic*…" Mathias, holding his pint of beer still sobbed and wailed like a child, with the intoxication finally getting to him. Gilbert and Alfred sighed. How can their friend, the popular "King of Northern Europe", be so crestfallen over a girl. "Hey dude, if you like that girl so much, why don't you just ask her out?" Alfred gulped down some beer, and sighing. "But (name) *hic* hates me *hic* now…" And Mathias continues to cry and sob. "So, just tell zhe fraulein zhat you like her!" Gilbert, who was red in the face laughed, as if there was no problem. "Just stop being so pathetic, dude. The hero will always come to help you." With Mathias slumped on the bar, Alfred and Gilbert did the rock-paper-scissors, but Gilbert lost, (and screamed Scheisse when he did, while Alfred fist pumped and shouted the hero always wins) and paid for all the alcohol they all drank, and both of them dragged Mathias to (name)'s home.

You heard knocking on the front door, and saw Gilbert and Alfred standing there, supporting an intoxicated Dane. "Fraulein, you know, Mark's been really upset. And it's your fault, so ve're leaving him here." After calmly saying those words, Gilbert and Alfred dashed, leaving you with Mathias. Your tear-stained face has not recovered, and you just sighed.

Pulling the Dane into your house, you grunted and managed somehow to place Mathias into the living room and sighed. Stroking his gravity-defying hair, your tears drop to his forehead. "Mathias, I'm sorry. Things just never go right for me..." Your quiet sobbing stirred the Dane, who was now sober, placing his hand onto his beloved (name)'s soft hair. "It's fine, (name). We all have our bad days." Mathias sat up and cursed himself mentally for drinking too much. He embraced you, only to find that you still had a fever. "(name), I'm taking you back to bed." Lifting you up, Mathias opened the bedroom and plopped you down onto your bed. "Thanks, Mathias. For everything." You said in a small voice. Mathias just smiles and says, "Anything for min prinsesse… (my princess)"

After a moment of silence, you realized what Mathias just said. "Wait… Mathias, did you just sa-" Before you could finish your sentence, Mathias stopped you with a passionate kiss. A kiss, that showed his frustration, his pent-up feelings. It took you a while, but you returned it with the same fervor. Breaking away, Mathias's face was dusted with a light pink shade across his face, and you hugged him once again. "Jeg elsker dig, min prinsesse…" Mathias whispered, and you replied, "I love you too, Mark."