Hetalia Deaths

Lukas Bondevik (Norway)

This theory is made by K22Wheatley.

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Lukas walked down the hallway clutching his school supplies and looking at the ground. He was shaking and was about to cry because of all the people around. He couldn't handle it. Not even his medication could help the fact that his social anxiety was through the roof. He quickly swished down the hall and was about to enter his 3rd hour science class when his best friend slipped his finger into the corner of Lukas's binder and flicked it sending everything flying.

"I hope that didn't upset you" He sneered

"No, it didn't." Lukas replied, to afraid to say that it did. He didn't want to upset him and was afraid that if he did they would never be friends again and he would hate Lukas forever.

The entire scenario played out in Lukas's mind as he picked up his stuff and entered the science room. Lukas dodged the people in the classroom. It's red coloring of the large cupboards made the entire room seem dark to him. A girl looked him in the eyes and smiled. One of the cupboards reflected in her eyes and it made it seem instead of a light blue, a deep red.

It almost scared him and he walked a little faster to his typical spot: the back corner of the room. It was his favorite spot and he could spend his time listening to the teacher's lectures and doodle Harry Potter spells and pictures of mystical creatures in his notebook.

During these times he actually felt happy. He felt that he was actually in the thing he was writing or drawing. He wanted to live there for the rest of his life but as soon as the bell rang it snapped him back into reality and he was thrown back into his depression and social anxiety with tremendous force that sometimes would almost knock the wind out of him.

This happened today as well. The bell rang and his eyes were a cold grey-blue once again. He picked up his things and hauled them down the hallway to his next class. This repeated for the next four hours. Eventually it got to his last hour: study hall. The junior high schooler's favorite time, well, at least for him. He could draw and do what ever he wanted and he could talk to his friend, if he wasn't with his friends at least.

Luckily for him, he was all alone.

"Hey bro," he asked walking up to the boy, "how's it hangin'?"

"It's goin' good. You?"

"I am doin' good."

"sweet"

"Hey about earlier,"

"What about it? I said it was fine." Lukas started to get a little worried that his friend was mad

"I just wanted to apologize, I was caught up in their influence"

"I forgive you!" Lukas said as his chubby, child-like cheeks blushed from the apology. But he knew the real reason that his friend and everyone else besides a select few bullied him. He didn't grow as fast as the others. By the time he was in 6th grade his physical aging almost came to a complete stop but his features still aged, just at a very slow rate. Right now he still only looked twelve at the age of fifteen.

He was short, and a little toward the chubby side and had a higher voice than most guys at his age. On the other hand his friend was very tall and popular. His voice had already dropped and he had a small bit of facial hair. It was the opposite for Lukas.

Lukas and his friend hung out until the bell to leave rang and the two walked home together. By the time they had reached Lukas's house they heard screaming come from the inside. Lukas shuddered and asked him to leave, and Lukas entered the house of his broken family.

When he walked inside he saw his new younger foster-brother cowering behind a chair and his foster parents were fighting and throwing things at each other. He picked up his little brother and bolted to his room and opened the crawl space door

"Get in!!" He whisper-yelled to his brother. His foster-brother nodded and scrambled into the empty room. Lukas followed close behind and shut the door and locked it so that his foster parents couldn't get in, and they were the only ones that could unlock it and get out. He lit up a candle and the room brightened just enough for them to see the outlines of the room and each other.

"Are you okay?" Lukas asked his younger-foster-brother.

"Yeah.." They sat there in the dim light waiting for what seemed like hours.

"Lukas?" His brother asked

"Yeah?" He replied

"Why do you look so young?"

"Because I can't age well...." He stopped.

"Oh.."

They kept screaming and his brother passed out, falling and and landing on the floor. But Lukas just sat there waiting and watching the candle light fade. He knew he missed his medication time, and waited for the screaming to end. When it finally did end he picked up his brother's sleeping body and laid him on his bed. Lukas walked downstairs and saw his mother drinking a bottle full of gin, with a strong smell of cigarettes in the air. When the woman noticed him she got up. She stumbled and slipped towards him in a blind rage.

"You stupid little fucker.." She slurred almost indescribably, "who do you think you are, walking out here with out getting into your pejays.." She laughed at her own voice but got angry once again and swung her drunken fist at him.
"YOU INVADED OUR HOUSE!!" Lukas heard from across the room, it was his fake father.

"WE NEVER ASKED FOR YOU!!! YOU WERE FORCED ONTO US!!" Lukas took the beatings that followed. He scrambled up the stairs to his room. His eyes were a shaded over into a deep blue, his face expressionless. He grabbed his meds, and downed the entire bottle. All forty-five tiny blue, oval pills.

"I missed my meds, I needed to take them Mr. Troll." His body reacted to all the pills. He started to see things that weren't there and he collapsed on the floor and convulsed for a few seconds. He scrambled up and grabbed his belt. He wrapped it around his neck and tightened it up so it choked him. He wrapped it on one of his attic room's many rafters.

"Just to quicken the job. If I don't die from the pills," He smiled and started to cry, "I'll die from this." He jumped off the chair he stood on and started to choke. The world spun and he saw the hallucinations and the world fade. He realized he didn't want to die and lifted his weakened hands to take off the belt. Everything went back before he could.

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Lukas awoke in a field that was filled with short dark blue-green grass. He saw two young boys, one that looked surprisingly like his best friend even with his spiky hair.

"Gotcha! You woke up! Hi! I'm Denmark! That is Sweden! We are going to be friends 'kay?!"

Lukas smiled, "Okay."

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This explains why he sees the trolls and other things: All the pills had a permanent effect on him.

This explains why he is overprotective of Iceland: He doesn't want to see his brother scared or leave him again.

This explains why he knows magic: He liked Harry Potter and mystical things.

This explains why he never left Denmark: His friend in real life had been mean but he didn't have anyone else.

This explains why he never seems as old as the others in many fan art or some canon drawings: He had a rare condition with his genes