(Oneshot) "Se på meg. (Look at me.)" Lukas demanded, his tone dangerously low. The unruly girl lifted her empty gaze towards his face obediently, meeting his own hollow amethyst eyes. He was inwardly enthralled with her own orbs. They were colored simply, a (e/c) color, but there was something behind them. Something long... Deep... Betrayed. Something dangerous. (I don't own you, Hetalia, the picture, or Norway. I own the storyline.)