While the rest of the students continued to argue, Lukas took the opportunity to slip away unnoticed. What happened to Gilbert was none of his concern in his opinion, which was why he practically bit Mathias's head off when he caught up with him and started bugging him about taking the curse off his friend.

"No. It's his fault for not reading your label."

"Norge! You can't just leave Gil to run around in a tutu all day! Sure, it's funny, but everyone is getting really freaked,"

"That is not my problem."

"Would you do it if it was me running around in a tutu out of my mind?" Mathias grabbed Lukas's forearm and swung him around to face him, eyes blazing bright as they met Lukas's own pools of indigo. For a moment, their gazes locked, until Mathias's looked away in sudden understanding.

"Hold up. Just hold up for a second-" Started Mathias, but he was interrupted by some newcomers running to catch up with them.

"Lukas, Mathias, wait for us!"

They turned around to see three familiar figures, all with similar expressions of confusion, accusation and resignation on their faces. Well, all except the tallest figure, who, as was expected, was entirely impassive.

"Brother, what the hell did you do?" Asked Emil, glaring at Lukas and standing on tiptoes so they was face to face, arms crossed.

"Hey hey Norge, did you hear that? He called ya-"

"I am not to be held responsible for this," said Lukas, one hand rendering Mathias speechless by his tie, which for some reason he keeps insisting on wearing. "Gilbert's actions were entirely his own. I have no reason to help him."

Tino butted in, eyes concerned as he stood next to Emil. "Look Lukas, its chaos out there!"

Lukas raised an eyebrow. "Enlighten me."

"Well, for one thing everyone has seemed to have reached a mutual agreement that Arthur must've force fed Gilbert some of his scones."

"Reasonable."

"As a result, that Australian guy is now throwing up some new type of life form because Arthur decided to prove that his cooking was edible." Finished Emil, calmly checking his cell phone for reception. His best friend, Xiang, had filmed had the incident and promised to send him the video. "Look, I know that Arthur is your friend, so can you please listen to us for once and fix this before you get an angry mob on your hands?"

"Let me see..." Pondered Lukas, tapping his chin sarcastically. "Uh... No."

Mathias opened his mouth to reply, but he was cut off by another scream. "Looks like Gilbert's coming back!" He cried, spinning around and moving into a defensive position in order to protect Lukas. "Everybody move move MOVE!"

Together, the Nordics sprinted back towards the bus, Mathias bringing up the rear, egging Emil on and glancing behind him all the while. Gilbert had obviously done a full circuit of the area, and was now returning to base. However, Mathias wasn't sure who to be more worried about, the gathering of distressed teenagers or Gilbert himself.

"Mathias, come on!" Mathias looked up to see Lukas beckoning to him frantically, a worried expression on his face. "I don't know what Gilbert is capable of at this stage, the spell must've matured over time while in the bottle, because Gilbert is reacting to it very strongly!"

"No fucking kidding!" Mathias yelled back, almost cannoning into the smaller boy as he

picked up his pace. "Why don't you just take the fucking spell off him for God's sake?"

Lukas frantically searched Mathias's face, as if trying to find a suitable answer hidden

in his bright blue eyes. Finally he looked down at his shoes and muttered; "I- I don't know how."

Mathias stared at him in disbelief. "You don't know how? But Norge, you're brilliant at magic! I mean, you created this curse!"

Lukas looked away once more, refusing to meet Mathias' gaze. By now they had

stopped running, and were standing face to face on the outskirts of the bush. The raised voices of their classmates could be faintly heard through the trees, but all Lukas could hear was Mathias's heavy breathing as waited for his answer.

"This curse was never supposed to turn out like that. I stuffed it up." Lukas finally replied, breathing out heavily.

Mathias blinked. "What was the curse supposed to do?" He asked curiously, trying to catch Lukas's eye, but Lukas was staring determinedly at the ground. "Norge?" He lifted Lukas's chin and met his gaze fiercely. Lukas slapped his hand away and folded his arms, but Mathias was persistent.

"It… It…"

"Yeah?'

"It… It was a love charm, OK? Are you happy now? I tried to put a stupid love charm in your hair gel but I completely stuffed it up and it didn't work."

Mathias opened his mouth to speak, looking shell shocked, but Lukas cut him off.

"And now it turns out that the spell must've matured over time, or gone off or something, so that brainless idiot of a German is running around, out of his mind and in a tutu for some reason, and I don't know how to stop it."

"Norge-"

"And if I tell everyone I can't do it then everyone will say that I am a shitty necromancer. And if I tell them the truth about the spell then everyone will know about how I feel about you and that would be disastrous. Do you see now? Do you see why I can't help!?"

"Norge-"

"Shut up. Don't speak to me." Lukas had turned away, trying to hide his angry tears which were welling up and threatening to spill down his cheeks. Mathias was shocked to see him like this, normally his faquade never slipped; the emotionless mask which he always wore had never been removed, for Lukas had never shown his true emotions to anyone before. And now it looked like everything he had been keeping hidden inside all this time was spilling over the edge, and Matthias didn't know what to do.

Lukas tensed up as he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his middle and hold him gently. "Don't… Don't touch me." He said thickly, but he didn't pull away. His nose ticked as Mathias's hair brushed against it as he leant in to whisper in Lukas's ear.

"I don't think that you are a shitty necromancer," Mathias whispered gently. "You know why I think that spell went wrong?"

Lukas didn't reply, just glared at the bush directly in front of him.

"I think it was because its work had already been done. It wasn't needed." Mathias hesitated, drawing back slightly, before deciding that he had nothing to lose and met Lukas's confused gaze head on. "I was already very much in love with you."

For Mathias, that moment seemed like it stretched on forever, and he clung onto it desperately, not wanting it to progress into the part where Lukas throws him at the nearest tree. However, nothing happened of the sort.

Lukas turned around in Mathias's arms and without hesitating, grabbed the limp tufts of his hair and pulled him down in a passionate kiss. Mathias responded so enthusiastically that he lifted Lukas off his feet, holding onto him so tightly as if afraid that if he let go then he would melt away.

They were so engrossed in each other that they didn't even notice Gilbert pass them by, screaming something about carnivorous pumpkins. They didn't notice said scream being cut short with a loud clang as Gilbert ran head first into Elizaveta's frying pan. They didn't notice the two shy kids, one of them hiding behind the other and clutching a polar bear, trying to attract their attention. In fact, they didn't come to turns with the outside world until Lukas was pulled backwards out of Mathias's embrace by Arthur Kirkland.

"Sorry to break up your emotional franchise, but there a few matters I need you to attend to."

"For the last time, I don't know how to take the spell off Gilbert!" Lukas protested as he was frog marched towards the buzz of confused noise issuing out of the trees.

"I don't think that will be a problem anymore."

Lukas narrowed his eyes. "I don't follow."

Arthur sighed. "The fact is love, we don't need to worry about reversing Gilbert's original spell. Elizaveta has successfully rendered him unconscious."

Lukas's eyes widened. "You don't mean-?"

"Yes. It's back to the old fashioned method."

Mathias was looking from one to the other, very confused. "What do you mean old fashioned method?"

The two who were standing silently on the side-lines suddenly made their way over to the group. Matthew tugged on Arthur's sleeve, a hopeful expression on his face. "Do you mean you can bring Gil back to normal?"

Arthur looked down, bemused. "I thought you were having a fit behind the bus Alfred."

"I'm Matthew!"

"Ok enough of that," Said Kiwi impatiently. "Arthur, can you?"

Surprisingly, Arthur let out a low chuckle. "Oh, I can fix him alright. And it's going to be so much fun doing it, I can tell you…"

"Can someone fucking well tell me what you're going on about?" Demanded Mathias.

Lukas sighed. "Have you ever read any fairy tales Mathias?"

"Course! I practically grew up on Hans Christian Anderson."

"We're talking about fairy tales like Snow White and Cinderella," Said Arthur impatiently. "More precisely, Sleeping Beauty."

"Huh?"

Lukas rolled his eyes. "Look idiot. It's a well-known rule of old magic that there is one fool proof way of waking someone from a magic induced slumber."

"And that is waking one up with a kiss." Finished Arthur. "But not just any kiss. It must come from their one true love. Their soul mate, if you like."

"How the hell are you going to know who that is?"

Arthur shrugged. "Just getting everyone to snog the albino would probably do the trick."

Shocked silence followed this statement.

"Well, this is going to be an experience…"

A/N: Ciao ciao my darlings! Long time no see eh? Sorry, school suddenly came up behind us and screamed at us to get our A into G and do work. Damn you school and other things.
Tell us who you ship with Prussia! The next chapter will be brilliant concerning Prussia and his amazing skills in the romantic department.

Well he will be unconscious for most of it, but thats about as romantic as he gets...

We are nearing the end of this fic, there is only about 2 chapters left to go... ye gods Alpha, can you believe it?

No. And I thought you were joking when you said we should write a fic. Really? Well it was a joke to start off with. But hell, look where we are now! And its all thanks to you lovely readers. (Oh hell, I'm feeling nostalgic...)

Here. Have some crack which I wrote when I hit a block. Enjoy.

"GODAMMIT NORGE WHY ARE YOU SO PERFECT MARRY ME UUUUURGH" Sang Denmark before being impaled by Norge's fantastic death glare.

"No," Said Norway, reaching out and pulling Prussia out of thin air, "The albino is my one true love. Fuck off you pretty Dane."

"What? But... But I love Switzy!" Protested Prussia, trying to struggle out of Norway's embrace (still wearing a tutu) while Switzerland burst through the tree and fired his rifle. Finland to went pull out his own gun and stared down the barrel, licking his lips.

"If you touch my family I will end you."

Over and out.