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denmark//mathias

kiss me, doofus

~IM SORRY THIS IS LATE HIS BDAY WAS JUNE 5 AND I MISSED IT IM SO MAD AT MYSELF

~I had a hard time finding how tall mathias was. I read that he was the same height as netherlands, but his height hasn't been released either. I also read that netherlands was the same height as germany so I went with that.

~herlev hospital is the tallest building in denmark

~i was too lazy to do the accent sorry :/

so there I was, peacefully studying in my nice, warm, bed; without a care in the world. the pages in my hands were smooth, the words pooled into my brain, nothing could ruin this relaxing moment for me.

except for one 5 foot 11 inch detail...

"(Y/N)!"

mathias køhler:
noun.
a danish dickhead that wouldn't know how to read the room if he found a book about it in a library. and even then, he still would opt for a more exciting piece. he's an extroverted asshole with an ego higher than herlev hospital and his hair stands just below that level. even still, we've been best friends since fourth grade.

I dropped my textbook, creating a loud thump against the carpeted floor.

"WHY AND HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU CRAWLING THROUGH MY WINDOW?! I LIVE ON THE FOURTH FUCKING FLOOR!"

"power of a dane, homie!-ack."

of course, the airhead fell on his face.

a thought came to me; since this is a girls dorm, males aren't allowed in. of course, girls still brought over the opposite sex, but I wasn't about to get on the dean's bad side over this moron.

"whatever dimwit, just don't get me in trouble. you have a tendency to do that." I scold, leaning over my bed frame to retrieve my book. "it's not my fault you listen to me! I'm stupid, remember?" he retorted, sitting up.

ever since we met, it's been non stop shenanigans. wether I was involved in the first place or not, he always dragged me into whatever bullshit he started.

"glad you got that through your thick skull."
"psh, whatever."

it was strange to me that he was here. yeah, he's showed up at my dorm before, but never in a fashion such as this. as far as I knew, there weren't any parties tonight, likely because it was a fucking wednesday, and he wasn't visibly drunk.

"why are you here anyway? it's way past curfew." I ask, while scouring the pages to find the one I left off on.

"oh yeah!" mathias exclaimed, jumping up from his cross-legged position. "I have something to show you!"

awesome. just fucking awesome.

"I'll meet you outside!"

and with that, the dane leaped out of my window.

"you could use the stairs you know..." I mumble, knowing he can't hear me.

reluctantly, I drag myself out of my fortress of comfort and slip on a sweater. unfortunately, danish spring nights are a real pain in the ass.

quietly, but with haste, I sneak through the dorm halls and down four flights of stairs. to my luck, the elevator decided to break last week.

however, the odds were in my favor, so far. security measures were being worked on and the camera tapes were taken to be wiped this evening.

I casually strut out the front door, a rush of cool wind raising bumps on my exposed skin. my eyes met with blues upon searching, the eyebrows above scrunched in a fixed and mischievous way, completed with a beaming smirk. it made my stomach churn.

with a flick of his wrist, he motioned me to come forward. I obeyed his appendage's demand and took several steps in his direction.

"what is it you dunce?" I bit in a hushed voice.

"we..." he paused, for dramatic effect. "are going on a little trip." his eyes sparkled with an unexplainable excitement. it was terrifying.

we began to walk off campus, not saying a word. the silence wasn't necessarily awkward, just a bit scary. mathias is one of the most talkative guys I know, and that fact that he shut his mouth scares me to pieces.

should I say something? what is he planning? where is he taking me? why do I always listen to his dumbass?

I look up from my feet to look at my friend.

he was sweating.

how the fuck is he sweating? is he sick? should we even be out here if he's sick? should I force him back to the campus? should I take him to the emergency room? god, I'm thinking like my mother...

"almost there!" mathias shouts excitedly. a bright smile on his stupid face.

so we walked, and walked, and walked. soon enough, I started to get irritated with the mystery.

"mathias, I'm pretty sure we're more than five miles from campus. if you don't tell me where the fuck we're going, I'm turning my ass around right now." I threatened, crossing my arms and stomping my foot. "(y/n)! look! it's right there!" the blond jumped excitedly, pointing to our destination.

his hand tightly clutched mine, we instantly sped off towards the building. I didn't get a good look at it until we were right in front of it.

it was a boxy shape, most likely a warehouse. colored a dark purple, at least at this hour. there were no windows, only a single door.

oh my god, he snapped.

mathias kicked open the door, his hand still with a tight grasp around mine, and pulled me inside.

holy fuck he really did it. he really snapped.

I couldn't see anything inside, only vague cubical silhouettes.

dammit (y/n), you've really done it now. is it because you helped berwald study for his chemistry test? is it because you babysat peter instead of going to his rave? he can't murder me for shit like that... can he? fuck. he's going to pull an axe out of his ass and chop you into a million fucking piece and stuff what's left into those crates. I really should have gone to church last weekend.

he leads me to some stairs, in which I trip over several steps; due to the lack of light in the room. he let go of my hand once we reached the top, and man, was it a sight.

a silent town blanketed by the shade of night. glittering windows and street lights reflecting the stars above. small
homes either darkly sound, or warmly lit.

"mathias... it's beautiful! why didn't you just say we were coming here! I thought you were going to murder me!"  I exclaimed, hitting his shoulder out of my mild rage. "because it would've ruined the surprise!" he laughed.

I planted myself on the warehouse, allowing my feet to dangle off the edge. mathias did the same, his chin resting on his hands.

"(y/n)?" he inquired. "yeah?" I respond, still marveling over the stunning city. "can I tell you a secret?" I was baffled. we've been friends for years, I didn't know he had the brains to keep secrets. "is that a even a question? mat, i'm your best friend. what severest haven't you told me?" he chuckled. "just one." he stared off for a moment. "well, go on airhead." I elbowed his side.

mathias took in a deep breath, and looked me dead in the eyes. it was strange, but oddly calming.

"I... I uh... I like you. like a fucking lot. I really, really fucking like you."

that came as a complete surprise. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn't that. I didn't know how to think. I didn't know how to react. it's not like I get confessed to every day.

"now that you mention it, I have a secret too." I say, looking down at my hands. "yeah? what's that?" I look back up at his stupid face. "I really, really fucking like you too."

mathias smiled. it wasn't his usual goofy smile, or his mischievous "I may or may not have stolen furniture and thrown it into lukas' window" smile. it was simple joy spread on his cheeks.

"there's actually one more secret." "and what's that, mr. mysterious?" "ever since 7th grade, I've wanted to kiss you."

"then kiss me, doofus."