A bunch of hetalia oneshots/ drabbles i guess?

Dennor

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Concern wove his way into the Norwegian's voice.

"No, just stay here," the other said in desperation. They both were full of secrets that they were too scared to tell the other. What stopped them, they both don't know. They both kept saying that they loved each other no matter what and they wanted to believe the other, but they were just too scared. Soft blue eyes glistened with tears as Lukas met Mathias's eyes. Lukas wanted to say that he wanted to talk about why Mathias's worst moments are at night, and why he was always safest around people he knew, but he knew that he would get the same response of 'I'm just not ready.' Lukas respected that and knew that if the tables were turned that he would say the exact same thing, so it wasn't his place.

"I love you," Lukas said before kissing his forehead. He looked at him and saw messier-than-usual , dirty blond hair, drying tear streaks, someone whose secrets kept them up at night, but he also saw a caring, compassionate, selfless,beautiful human being who wasn't perfect by any means but he was perfect enough for Lukas. A muffled I love you came from the Dane as he barely glanced up to see the other, his mouth covered by a fuzzy blanket.

Mathias had no idea where his life was going but Lukas helped him with that. He helped him with so much, that he wanted to repay him, and in that cold room he wrapped his blanket around the smaller man. Mathias wished he could do so much more for the person that helped him through everything but he just couldn't. Not in this state of mind. Traitorous tears formed in his eyes, alerting Lukas of what was happening.

"Hey, it's okay," Lukas put his hand on the other's cheek. "I love you for you, you don't have to do anything for me, not if you don't want to." Mathias put his head on Lukas's shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, until exhaustion surrounded them and they both fell asleep securely in each other's arms.

The next morning, Lukas woke up and stared at the other. He smiled, wiggled his way out of Mathias's tight hold and swung his legs off of the bed when his foot touched a glass surface. He felt around for the edge and held it up. He realized that he saw something he figured he shouldn't so he left it, but to Lukas it made him fall in love with his man of mystery. He won't ask about it, and Mathias can tell him when he's ready but until then, he can wait. They both weren't perfect by any means but to each other they were something close to saints.