Someone wrote in [personal profile] hetalia_kink 2012-02-08 09:52 pm (UTC)

Re: Untitled, Part 4/? D

“Is Mom sick?”

Mister Oxenstierna looked shocked. His eyes widened as he whipped around, pinning Lukas with his stare. “What?”

“Is she sick?” Lukas grabbed at the upholstery. “She went to the doctor, the day Mathias got me. I don’t think she went back because he didn’t pick me up again.”

The silence that entailed his outburst was suffocating, a bit like drowning. Too much oxygen. Lukas undid his seatbelt with haste, scrambling for the door. God, his mother was really sick. He knew it. He hated that he knew it.

“She’s not sick.” Mister Oxenstierna finally said. “Just pregnant.”
--
“Really?”

“Why would I lie about this, idiot.”

Mathias rested his head against the wall, knowing that he was a full half-hour late and Sadiq was antsy enough as it was lately.
After that guy from the Spanish café came back claiming his car had been stolen, he was apparently facing a class action lawsuit.
And now allegations were coming out about termite infestations.
Sadiq was a grown man, he could deal with that. He wasn’t a child with his entire world falling apart.

“So how long?”

“I don’t know.” Lukas’ voice was low- apparently, he had snuck out of class to call him on the payphone. Something about that touched Mathias. His conversation was worth skipping class for! “They could have been hiding this for a while. He didn’t even tell me until I asked if Mom was really sick.”

Mathias sighed. Oh, remarriage hadn’t changed his father one bit.
He was still the self-preserving, cowardly, lying asshole he always was.

“That sounds like him. Do you want me to come get you?”
There was a faint buzzing noise for a bit, and Mathias wondered if he had been disconnected. He felt the need to clarify.

“It’s no problem, I’ll call in sick, sign you out, everything. We’ll go do something. Not gonna lie, I’m not thrilled about this either. I mean, he’s my dad too. Bet you a million he’d never tell me. He could have ten little brats for all I know. So…y’know, I have no pr-“

“Okay.”

Lukas’ tone was sharp, abrupt, and most of all, distressed. The poor kid was absolutely torn about this. Well, Mathias could remedy that. He could be a good big brother.

Unlike certain bespectacled men he knew.

“Awesome, you just hang tough and I’ll be there in twenty.”
--
Lukas didn’t know what possessed him.

But the day had been spent in a sort of fog. Not that anybody would really notice Lukas’ fog, considering. He was always sort of in his own world and nobody much minded. Nobody beyond school counsellors and their standardized tests, that was. Like Lukas’ shyness prevented him from being able to identify with human emotion. What bullshit.

Today, he felt how they saw him. Numb, confused, tired. Just trailing along from class to class, neither paying attention nor caring. Whilst rooting through his backpack for his calculator so he could at least pretend he was mentally present, he remembered something.

Not a something he much cared to remember, but a something.

The ripped up slip of paper, those scrawled words and inane little smiley face. He kept it in the front pouch of his backpack, always meaning to throw it out and never having the time nor memory. Yet there it was

He could call. Maybe. After all, this kid would be Mathias’ little sibling too. If Mister Oxenstierna couldn’t tell his own housemate, the likelihood of his other two sons receiving this knowledge was hair-thin.

So calling Mathias to tell him would be helping him. Not helping himself, certainly not. But just letting him know that in a matter of months he would have a little half-brother or half-sister. He’d hang up right after and burn the paper, let Mathias do whatever he wanted with the news and leave it at that.


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