A bunch of hetalia oneshots/ drabbles i guess?

Onesided Dennor (based off of Jenny- studio killers)

Lukas shouldn't have been nervous, but then again he was never really good at dealing with his emotions in the first place. Years and years of falling so hard for his best friend. Every time he looked into those bright baby blues, he just wanted to pull the other close, hug him, kiss him until they were both breathless. Just anything to make sure that this was real. He wanted to see those eyes full of romantic passion exclusively for him. Sure most people were attracted to the Danish man's chiseled features, gravity-defying blond hair, and Lukas was one of those people, that wasn't what made his heart stop everytime he saw the other. It was the way Mathias always smiled through it all, how he wasn't afraid to show his emotions and how he always made Lukas laugh, even it was unintentional. He was a good person, and deserved the world, while Lukas believed he deserved nothing. He admired the other's ability to deal with his emotions, instead of shoving them down inside and once they resurfaced, the Norwegian wound up being confused.

Lukas plopped down on his bed. He just wanted to figure this out. He started looking back on their friendship. It was a long one and one full of good memories and warmth, but he also saw himself falling in love. It started small, but it steadily progressed to something more. He realized this was a bit extreme, but at their last sleepover he stole one of Mathias's shirts. It wasn't one that he wore often but it was worn recently. Lukas, without even realizing, just took it. Now here he is lying in bed while using it as a pillowcase. He hugged it close and breathed in deeply. He chuckled pathetically at his state. He was preparing himself to call him. But he couldn't he just could not. He would have to settle for hearing him talk about some other person with such passion and vigor that made his heart ache. He would learn to be fine with the subconscious jealousy that harbored. He would learn to be satisfied with platonic touches and hugs. It was fine. This was fine. Just unrequited emotions, a constant longing. Tears were being absorbed by the makeshift Mathias and Lukas felt himself cry over this. After finally losing sleep over what could have been, after making scenarios that could only come from stories, he allowed himself this little pity party.