A/N: Hey all! So when I started the story I didn't have a concrete plan for where the university was, but now I've decided that it's in Copenhagen. The previous chapters have been tweaked to go along with this decision.

Lukas was dreading his first class. It was Organismal Biology, one of his least favourite topics. He was going to be stuck there for the next three hours, from 10 until 1. When he showed up to the lecture hall, there wasn't much space left. Granted, he had shown up no less than 5 minutes before the lecture began. He awkwardly stepped around students, making his way to the middle of the hall, where there were a few empty seats left. He took one that had two empty spaces on either side, and hoped it would stay that way for the duration of the lecture. Unfortunately it didn't, because moments later a girl with short, blonde hair sat herself on Lukas' left. Neither of them said a word to each other, and Lukas breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't need to be pestered by someone on his first day of class.

When the lecture began, Lukas already wished it were over. Cramped in his little chair in the massive lecture hall, he twirled his pen idly, staring at the lesson before him. He already knew everything his old professor was talking about. Taking notes didn't seem fit to him, as all the notes are posted online. However, panicked first year students around him were desperately typing on their laptops, trying to keep up with the professor. Lukas could almost see the waves of heat that radiated from the machines as they were bombarded with a flurry of text that made little to no sense. The girl beside Lukas had her laptop open, but only took a few point form notes. She spent most of her time fiddling with her phone, texting every few minutes and browsing social media sites. A thought suddenly struck Lukas, and he pulled out his own phone, tapping a few times until he reached the contact he was searching for.

Mathias.

He grit his teeth, and typed out a message. He tried to keep the tone of the message as innocent as possible, though knowing Mathias, he would take it the wrong way no matter what.

[9:59] Hey. It's Lukas.

Sure enough, when he received the reply a few minutes later, he wished he hadn't even bothered texting the Dane at all.

[10:02] Missed me that much, huh? What's goin on, sweetcheeks?

Lukas shoved his phone back in his pocket, picking up his pen again to resume twirling. A few times he would open up his notebook, writing down a few points the prof mentioned would be on a midterm exam. Other than that, his position rarely changed, even though his phone was constantly buzzing against his thigh.

About 90 minutes in to the lecture, they were granted a ten-minute break to stretch or grab some food. The blonde girl sought this opportunity to introduce himself to Lukas.

"Hey!" she said, breaking the Norwegian out of his stupor. She stuck out a small hand, waiting for Lukas to take it. He did, and was met with a surprisingly strong grip despite her soft demeanor. "I'm Belle."

"Lukas."

"Nice to meet you!" she released his hand, but remained fixated on his face. "Where are you from? You have an accent."

"Everyone has an accent," he replied curtly. As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized how stuck up he sounded. He sighed, turning to meet her green eyes. "Sorry. I'm Norwegian."

"Wow," she sighs, tilting her head. A few strands of blonde hair fall past the ribbon that held her hair back. "You're a bit far from home, huh? I'm from Belgium."

Lukas raises an eyebrow. "That's even further."

Belle laughs, leaning back into her seat. "True," she admits. "So why'd you pick this university?"

"A change of scenery," Lukas replied, shrugging his slim shoulders. "I'm not much of a traveller, and this was an excuse to get out of Norway for a bit."

"I see." Belle looks around quickly, as if the room would give her some sort of ideas to continue on the conversation. Apparently she couldn't find anything, because she turned away from Lukas and took out her phone once more.

The Norwegian did the same, pulling out his cell to see a total of 8 unread messages from Mathias. He cursed under his breath as he opened his inbox, scrolling through the texts.

[10:18] How's your class going? Mine's done at 11. SO BORED!

[10:32] Whoever invented 8am lectures should be burning in the deepest level of hell.

[10:44] Is it possible to play hangman over text?

[10:57] I'm totally going for a beer before my next class starts.

[11:01] Sweet freedom!

[11:12] Just ran to the on-campus pub. I'm the first customer here!

[11:24] First beer down. Think I can handle another one?

[11:31] Too late.

Belle was peering over Lukas' shoulder, reading over some of the messages.

"They're pretty chatty!" she compliments, making Lukas tilt his screen away in surprise. The irony of her statement makes him crack a small smile, and he nods in agreement.

"Very. I regret giving him my number."

"Who is he?"

"Roommate."

"Ah, well," she shrugs, leaning away from Lukas and his phone. "At least he likes you."

Lukas doesn't have time to reply to her, as his fingers are already flitting across his screen, chastising Mathias for his constant nagging.

[11:38] You don't need to give me a complete run-down of your day, you know.

Mathias texts him back almost immediately.

[11:39] Sorry, I just like talking to you. I'll keep quiet until 2. But you have to promise me we'll hang out then!

The weight of Lukas' text is embarrassingly heavy on his heart. A gently blush has crept its way to his cheeks as he presses send.

[11:43] I promise.

He doesn't have any more time to think about texting Mathias, as the prof has resumed his lecture. Stragglers try to quietly hurry back to their seats, carrying coffees and sandwiches, tripping over backpacks and feet. Lukas surprises himself when he quietly laughs at them. The Dane may be idiotic and almost unbearable, but he certainly does brighten one's mood. When he isn't being a pain in the ass, that is.

His lecture ends a few minutes early, and Lukas is glad he has at least an hour to himself before he has to meet Mathias. He says goodbye to Belle as she rushes off to meet a man with dirty blonde hair a cigarette behind his ear, waiting by the building doors. Not wanting to waste precious time, he rushes to buy coffee in Anderson building and then makes his way back to his dorm. When he unlocks the door and steps inside, it is clear that Mathias had been there not long ago. A textbook that was not present earlier was now sitting on the Dane's desk, next to the wrappers of a chocolate bar. His bed, which had been a disaster that morning, was properly made. The air even smelled like Mathias: a clean, almost wheaty scent mingled with fresh deodorant. Lukas tossed his bag on the floor and gently fell back on his bed, cradling his coffee. He was feeling tired, not that his lecture was taxing, but he was not used to waking up early. He preferred to stay in bed until noon, not rising until the cravings for caffeine and the need to use the restroom finally drag him from the comfort of his duvet. Even then, he wasn't very active during the day anyway, save for the odd walk to the supermarket or doing outdoor chores when Emil was unable to. Lukas finishes the last of his coffee and tosses the empty cup into the small trashcan beside his bed. He then sighs, turning over on to his stomach and pulling his phone from his pocket. There are no messages from Mathias, as the Dane had promised, and Lukas almost feels a little disappointed. Almost.

He knows he has a paper that he has to write for next week, but he doesn't have the drive to start it now. For the next hour, he relaxes on his bed, enjoying the silence that would soon be broken when Mathias gets out of his next class.

At exactly 2pm, Lukas' phone rings shrilly. The Norwegian answers it immediately, smirking when he realizes how well the ringtone accompanies the man on the other end of the line.

"Hey, Luke! I just got out of class, are we meeting at the dorm?"

Lukas stands, holding his phone in his right hand. "No, I'd rather get some lunch."

"Sure." Mathias' forever easy-going attitude makes Lukas smile. "I'm in the mood for pho."

"Pho?" Lukas repeats, brows furrowing together in confusion.

"Yeah! Vietnamese food. I'd never heard of it either, but it's supposed to be good."

"Sounds great."

"Alright, I'll meet you by the fountain. The restaurant is off campus."

"See you." The Norwegian ends the call without waiting for an answer. He grabs his bag and his room key and leaves the dorm, feeling almost excited to see Mathias again.

Almost.

A/N: Belle is Belgium, and the guy with the cigarette is her big brother Ned (Netherlands)! If there are any particular characters/pairings you want to see, or any ideas you have for the story, please let me know. I'd love to please all you wonderful Hetalia fans out there.