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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Leonie was sitting on the couch with her little brother, Emil. While Leonie was captivated in the pages of a book, the Icelander was staring at the screen of a computer and appeared engaged in a chat of some kind. She had asked him who he was talking to, but he'd more or less told her to screw off.




    She closed her book after a while, as the climax of the story was getting to be a bit much and she needed a break. With a small sigh, she stood up and looked around. They had a party to leave for in the next half hour or so; it was being hosted at America's. Everybody else must have still been getting ready. How amusing, she noted, seeing as how she was the only female in the household and was more prepared than the boys.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]EVERYBODY CALLS HIM MATHIAS, BUT I FEEL. AND EMIL IS ICELAND BY THE WAY. HE DOESN'T HAVE A CANON NAME EITHER. XD

    *THANKS SO MUCH*
    Mathias, however, was in the garage. Ever since his sailor days, he'd set aside most of his violence and energy to making.. Furniture. He had specially made a chair for everybody but Leonie. He'd had a crush on her ever since he'd met her. He was too scared to give her anything as it may have come off as flirting or asking her on a date to her. Mathias began to make a chair for Leonie, seeing it to be unfair that everybody else had one but her. He began to stitch the seat, overstuffing it and adding a zipper to hold it closed.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Leonie absently picked at the bottom of her silky, light blonde hair as she wandered down the hallway. She was not at all eager for this party, knowing that it would not be "business-like" at all, despite what the invitation had read. She'd been to those things before. They were noisy and often ended with the others getting drunk and playing ridiculous games of Seven Minutes In Heaven... Though, admittedly, it could be amusing to watch the other nations squirm with discomfort.




    As always, her feet found themselves heading towards Denmark's room. She doubted that he was in there, but it was always the first place to check. It was true that he annoyed the life out of her. In fact, all she seemed to do as of late was throw petty insults in his face, but he took them with surprising grace.

    Mathias slid on a mask. He started up the saw, cutting the oak for the clawfeet of the chair. He'd shaked them to look like bear's paws and drilled them into the chair. He made the handles out of a soft velvety leather. It was quickly finished. He sighed, looking at the chair. He called Leonie.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Leonie paused as she heard her name being called from somewhere downstairs. She ascended the steps and paused in the living room just long enough for Emil, without lifting his head, to mutter out,"Came from the garage." She whirled around on the heels of her feet and headed to the garage where she paused in the doorway. "Denmark?" she queried, blinking at the sight of him.




    After a moment she asked,"What's... That?"

    "I made this for you. I.. I've made chairs for everybody but you.. Sorry. So I made one." He said, stepping out of the way. He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. He grinned brightly. "I might've overstuffed it and I need you to check it." He said, patting the overstuffed seat. But he had to admire the bear's feet at the bottom of the chair.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]The female Norwegian was silent which was nothing out of the ordinary. She showed no emotion on her face as she ventured across the room to stand in front of Denmark. "Really?" she asked. Her voice gave nothing about how she was feeling away as her eyes moved up and down the chair.




    She was impressed and, for the most part, at a loss for words. She'd not asked him to make her anything, hadn't even noticed that she was the only one for whom he had not yet made a chair. She stood still for a moment longer before sighing and deflating down into the chair. Yep. Just like Mathias to make something so impulsively... comfortable. Damn. She loved it.

    Mathias waited for confirmation on the chair. He would push it where ever Leonia would need it and he was super excited. His eyes were bright and his grin was wide and crooked. "Do you like it?" He asked, his voice hopeful.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Leonie waited until she had stood back up to reply. "Ja." she confirmed in her own language. She placed one hand on her hip and stared down at it a moment longer. She was not big on handing out free compliments, especially not to the Dane, so was quick to change the subject.




    "We can put it somewhere later. Right now, you need to be getting ready. We have to leave for the party that America is throwing. You know how Tino gets when he has to wait, and I doubt Berwald would be all too thrilled either." Her voice was cold, as unreadable as her dull blue eyes. Nothing out of the ordinary there.

    He frowned deeply. Why didn't she smile? Did she EVER smile? He grumbled under his breath, his usually smiling face contorting into an angry frown. He went to his room, dressing into party clothes. He was in skinny jeans, a tight t-shirt and his usually black jacket. He came out, running his fingers through his frizzy, fluffy blonde hair.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Surprised by the sudden display of anger, Leonie trudged back into the living room where, as predicted, Tino and Berwald had finished preparing and were standing about while Emil typed away on his laptop. She sat down beside her younger brother, lost in thought. Why, she wondered, had Denmark reacted so negatively to her reaction? She didn't think she had done anything wrong... Then again, why did she care?




    Her eyes moved from the carpet up to Mathias's face as he entered the room. He looked handsome, as per usual. This was something that she had accepted long ago and was nothing unusual to her. The Dane had always been annoyingly attractive, but she had learned to shove these thoughts to the side long ago. "Alright, everybody's ready?" Tino clapped his hands together and smiled. "Great! Then let's go. I'm driving! Unless you guys wanna take separate cars?"

    Mathias sighed. "I have to drop Peter off at a friend's house." He said, waving his hand. "So I'll be late." He said, frowning. Peter ran over, hugging his waist tightly. Mathias pried him off. He took the young kid to his car and drove him down to a friend's house. He grinned, kissing his friends cheeks in a totally-not-going-out kind of way.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Leonie, on the other hand, hitched a ride with Fin and Sve. They arrived at the party a few minutes late and she stepped out of the backseat after Emil, who was already searching around for Hong Kong. By the light of the sinking sun, people were standing around in the yard and chatting, a few of them drinking. Everybody appeared to be having a decent time.




    She could not help but to wonder when Denmark would arrive. Giving the occasional nod of greeting to those who called for her, she made her way into the house. To her relief, the inside was much less populated than the front yard though no less quiet. Loud American pop music blared from the speakers in the living room, and it was for this reason she she maneuvered her way through the crowd into the kitchen.

    Mathias finally arrived. It seemed he'd been crying for his puffy red eyes. He grabbed up a drink and sat down in a corner. Mathias was a heavy drinker and usually an emotional drunk but was occasionally a violent person. He downed a gulp of his drink and tried to restrain his tears.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Leonie had taken to a cup of liquor herself, though nothing too strong. She walked into the den of the house, mostly because she knew that she would have to socialize eventually, when a certain somebody caught her eye. Ah, he had arrived. She ducked beneath the screen of the T.V., a courtesy to Prussia and Spain who were indulged in a pretty fierce game of Mario Kart.




    She approached Mathias in silence, oblivious to the tears pooling in those big blue eyes of his. In fact, she hardly so much as glanced at him for fear that he may still have been angry with her for some reason. "Seeing as how wasted everybody's getting, I'd say not long until the drinking games commence." she muttered. Then, with an eyebrow arched, she turned to face him. "What do you think it'll be this time? Seven Minutes in Heaven? Spin the bottle? Maybe they'll be feeling experimental and try Russian Roulette."

    He grit his teeth. He let the tears fall. "I'd gladly try Russian Roulette." He growled, burying his sorrow deep inside and under a layer of liquor.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Not many things could surprise Leonie. She had been through too much in her life, seen far too many things to feel surprise at that point in her life. Mathias's comment was enough to cause the dormant emotion to awaken inside of her, if only for a brief moment. When she looked into his face- really looked- it was to see that he had started to cry.




    She stared for a moment, helpless, and then spoke. "Don't you think that's a little harsh?" she looked as if she didn't know what to do with her expression or hands. "You probably shouldn't drink so much. It's bad for your thoughts. Let me have it." She held one hand out, demanding the beverage in question. While it wasn't the most affectionate of gestures, this was her way of saying that she cared enough to try and help him out.

    He grumbled, pushing away her hand. He downed another drink. He was officially drunk. He got up. "You.. You act like you're all high and mighty but you're not." He growled. "I loved you but.. But then i got angry. But I still love you!" He said, trying to argue but he couldn't when he was drunk.