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Can\'t Be Perfect	By : karaage Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1350 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ch.1 For One Year

'God, just leave me alone.' Soren thought as he retreated to his bed and wilted against the wall. Every time he saw Lukas his heart sped up and his stomach felt like he was going to be ill. This was bad. His parents were making it even worst, not that they knew, because if they did he would be dead. No, they were trying to set him up with some pretty young thing from down the street. The girl was a complete air head. They even went as far as inviting her for dinner, the same night as Lukas. She kept making lovey dovey eyes at him while he was trying to eat, made him want to gag, while Lukas just gave him questioning looks. Lukas was better than all the others, smart, gorgeous, funny... way out of his league, he admitted to himself sourly. The problem was Lukas was his best friend...and a guy. He growled in frustrated and knitted his fingers into his hair pulling at the strands. 'Why did it hurt so much to be in love with your best friend?'

Lukas watched the interaction between this girl and Soren. Sure Soren could be annoying but that girl was even worse. He didn't know why she pissed him off so badly. When Soren walked off Lukas sighed and excused himself to follow. He knocked on the door. "Hey stupid, Why'd you walk out?" He said, speaking in his normal deadpan. Lukas touched the door, biting his lower lip and tried the knob. He brushed some hair from his eyes. He liked Soren a lot but the guy's parents were insane and he always kept things to himself. He knew Soren had a crush on him but it was hard for Lukas to express himself.

He froze when he heard Lukas's voice through the door. "I just got tired of that shit, you kno-" his voice died in his throat as he heard his door slowly inch open. 'He can't see me like this! Not when I'm falling apart at the seams.' He tried to pull himself together before Lukas appeared. Lukas walked in and blinked at him staring blankly as he always did. "You're crying." The Dane sucked in breath, and pulled his hands from his hair. "Yeah, I am. It's pathetic I know." He turned away from the blonde, roughly pulling his sleeve across his face. "I fucking hate my parents." He muttered, looking back at Lukas with sad blood shot eyes.

Lukas stepped forward moving quickly and leaned close wiping away some tears. His breath hitched at the feel of Lukas's fingertips on his cheeks. The action was so unexpected. "You never answered me. Why did you walk out?" The blond kept eye contact with his friend as he pulled his hand back. "You know they're annoyed by you leaving in the middle of dinner," he said sounding bored.

"That tøs was making me want to puke, it was shamefully sad, and so not awesome." He watched as Lukas strolled over to his bed and made himself comfortable. The sight just looked so right. "What else is new? They are always annoyed by something or another whenever I'm concerned." He walked over to join him on the bed. "Why did you leave?" Soren asked turning to look at him. The urge to brush those blonde locks out of his sparkling blue eyes becoming painfully impossible to resist. He bit his lip slightly.

"You're biting your lip." Lukas looked over at him. The berets that normally held back the left side of his bangs was gone making the hair fall into his eyes every so often. "You know if you want to tell me something you might as well do it now before I have to go home."

He couldn't stand it anymore. He reached over and gently tucked the lock of hair behind Lukas's ear. A light blush appearing on his face afterwards. he pulled back and looked down at the floor boards. "I'm sorry." he whispered. God he wanted to tell him, wanted to tell him everything, but he couldn't... he just couldn't. "I can't tell you, I wish I could but I can't." He clinched his hands into fists and closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh.

Lukas rolled his eyes at Soren as he moved and kissed his lips. He closed his eyes and just touched the Dane's cheek. Soren eyes popped open at the feel of Lukas's lips on his. Forbandede! Was he dreaming? He just had to be, this was just too good to be true. The light touch on his cheek made him simply just melt. He reached up to place his hand on the blonde's face but before he could Lukas pulled back, got up and walked over to the door. The petite blonde gave him a small smile. "You're stupid." All traces of sadness left Soren's face at the uttering of those two words. He slowly grinned. "That's what makes me awesome though." He smirked. Lukas wasn't like most people when expressing his feelings. Instead of telling you he cares, he'll laugh, shake his head, give you a little smile, and say.. 'You're stupid'. If he tells you you're stupid, you are a lucky man. Soren stood up and walked over to him.

Out in the hallway Lukas just stared at him blankly. "Want to ditch the rest and head out for some desert?" he said not even bothering with showing much emotion. His eyes held nothing but his lips were quirked up. Only a person who knew Lukas would know he was smiling. He loved Lukas's smile. He hardly ever saw it, but it was such an amazing sight. "Desert sounds awesome." He placed a finger against the corner of the blonde's mouth. "You're smiling." Soren grinned and shut his door. The Norwegian's smile fell quickly as he pushed the finger away from his mouth. "Do that again and I'll bite you," he said in his deadpan.

Soren smirked. He looked down the hall and saw his parents trying to console the horrible girl in the kitchen, who was crying and pitching a royal bitch fit. Seriously, stomping your feet like a two year old, who does that at their age? Their backs were to him. Good. He grabbed Lukas's hand and lead him the opposite direction down the hall and out the back door, taking the small path way to the garage.

Lukas followed him out to the garage and stood there blinking. He opened it and walked out looking at the other. "Hurry up, stupid, or else I'll leave you behind." Soren grinned, following the Norwegian, and getting into the silver Volvo as Lukas cranked the car and sped out of the driveway. It was quiet. He didn't want to think about what his parents would say or how they would react when they discovered him gone. They thought Lukas was a "bad influence." They didn't even know him. He turned from the window and looked over to the blonde who was gripping the wheel tightly. His eyes roamed over his small frame, taking in everything. He smiled softly.

"You keep looking at me like that and I'll choke you." Lukas gave him a small smirk. "How about we get some ice cream?" The other blond brushed some hair away from his eyes as he drove. "So you going to tell me why you ran off or just sit there and imagine me naked?"

Soren snickered. "Ice cream sounds good." He was used to the idle threatens uttered by the blonde, it was just his personality. He snickered even more at the image of the fit Norwegian naked...Mhmmmmm, he enjoyed that mental image. "Imagine you naked." He answered cocky. His face then fell into a sour frown. "They are trying to set me up with that horrible girl back there. They have been for a while. They think it will make me hang out with you less. They think I'm anti-social, you being the only person they have ever seen me hang out with." He paused and turned back to look out the window. "They don't like you. They think you're a bad influence, they don't want me around you. Tonight was just the last straw. I couldn't take it anymore." His parents down right despised Lukas, to be completely honest. Every time his name came up in their presence there was always a fight. They didn't want him anywhere near the Norwegian, or vice versa. Soren wasn't about to let that happen. Lukas was, above all, his best friend.

"I already knew that," he said parking in front of an ice cream shop. He turned off the car and got out shutting the door. He walked over to the Dane's side of the car and waited for him. "I already knew they hated me."

Soren climbed out of the car, shut the door and leaned against it for a moment. He looked at Lukas wearily. "I don't know why they do. They don't even really know you. I think they just want to make me miserable." God he needed a fucking cigarette. He balled up his hands into fists, frustrated. He locked eyes with Lukas, his frown turning dark. "I don't care what they think, I'm not going to stop hanging out with you or stop seeing you." He reached over ghosted a hand along the blonde's cheek. He leaned and pressed his lips softly against Lukas's, nipping at the bottom lip gently. He didn't care that they were in a public parking lot.

Lukas allowed Soren to kiss him. He placed one hand on the Dane's hip kissing back slightly but still with great hesitance. He pulled back and turned away for a moment. Soren loved the feel of Lukas's lips returning his kiss, allowing him to devour his lips with his. He wanted to keep that small hand on him, to feel that fleeting touch longer. He almost groaned when Lukas pulled away.

There was a flick and a click before smoke drifted up. Lukas turned back and held out the lit cigarette to him. "Here, you're starting to shake and if you snap at me I'll put it out in your eye." His tone never changed as he offer the cancer stick. Lukas only ever had one tone unless you knew what to look for. His voice held minuet traces of concern and his eyes may appear dull to most but they showed care for the other. Plus he was blushing a bit from the kiss.

Soren took the cigarette gratefully, taking a long puff, and turning his head blowing the smoke away from Lukas's direction. He didn't miss the concern lacing his voice. He hadn't been able to have a smoke all day, his parents had been keeping too close of an eye on him for him to even tried to sneak one of the cancer sticks Lukas had left him the other day. He looked at the other and smirked. There was a slight blush covering the others face. It was so adorable.

"You know if you don't smoke you get shaky. If not for me you would die." He looked at the other people but didn't care who saw them. They could kiss his natural white ass for all he cared. "So what? Are we dating now?"

Soren choked and coughed a bit, a blush rising to his cheeks. "Only if you want to." He muttered. He nervously ran a hand through his hair and looked back at Lukas, who was giving the people staring at them his patented "eat shit and die" look. He chuckled. "I think that if I haven't beaten you for kissing me in public you should know my answer." His dull blue eyes fell back onto the chuckling Dane. Soren was cute when he wasn't being annoying. "Yes Soren, I want to be your boyfriend. But we can only date for one year."

His face fell. "Why only one year?" He asked taking another puff absentminded. He couldn't think of any reason why, short of moving away. If that was the case he would gladly follow. He turned eighteen in a couple of months and had already been thinking of running away from that hell hole. He looked at Lukas waiting for his answer.

Lukas blinked at him and spoke as if the news was no big deal. "Because in a year I might be dead."

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Author's Note= This was an RP that me and Demon's Sinner both did, so if the story format is weird that is why. It is based off the song Perfect by Simple Plan. It can be considered an AU, as they are not countries but teenagers, in modern day Denmark.

Soren Mikkelsen aka Denmark is written by me

Lukas Bondevik aka Norway is written by Demon's sinner
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