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Denmark x Male!Reader

Inside Out
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The sound of chatter, yells, and laughs danced in the massive room of the diner. The shined checkered floor reflected the ceiling lights, making it seem as if the diner was glowing in the mid-day craze. The spotlights in the building were pointed towards the stage that was built in the middle of the well-sized building, give it most of the attention in the building.

A group of friends, three to be exact, sat in one of the booths in the front near the stage. One of the three friends, was an albino German, or as he prefers to be call 'Prussian', was downing a beer and speaking loudly about the poodles skirts and the mini-leather jackets with the tight skirts that were roaming around the diner. Another one of the friends were a ditry-blond that wore black framed glasses. Leaning back against the booth with one arm slung over the booth seat and burger in his mouth, he listened to the albino every once in a while give his commentary.

“See that chick over there? So fine, she's straight in my bag!” The albino grin and winked in the girls direction while the dirty-blond male laughed.

“She may be in your bag but she's way out of your league! I bet you could rack 'er even if you were a cat daddy!”

“Hey man, give me some slack! I know how to use my moves to whoo a barn burner.” The two males both laughed before the albino turned his attention to the third friend.

“What about you, Mathias? What kind of classy lady do you lean to?” The said male, Mathias, smiled and shook his head.

“Ya know me and my tastes.” The spikey-haired blond grinned.

“Yeah yeah, we know. You're more for the cats than the chicks.” The dirty-blond American kicked the albino getting his attention. “Hey, Gilbert, who's playin'?”

“Eh...from what I heard it's some guy named __nick/name__ Flints, why you ask, Al?” Al, or Alfred, choked on his coke.

“__nick/name__ Flints? Gil, you idiot, that's _______! The _______ __Last/name__, ya'know....” He leaned closer to Gilbert. “Mathais' ______”

“He's a jazz cat?”

“Eh, sort of. He does all types of beats. Heard he's got a job as a deejay and might be makin' a record or two.”

“Really? Straight out of bin and he's already makin' a livin', eh? I give him props for that!” Gilbert raised his beer to toast _______.

“Let's split the cost and get him the top notch one of style.” The dirty-blond and albino clinked their drinks to a toast. Mathias chuckled and kicked the two other friends under the table causing the other two to jump from the harsh contact.

“You guys over there makin' plans...________'s mine remember?” Gilbert laughed as he rubbed the sore spot on his leg.

“Yea, in your mind, man, he still brushes you off.” Mathias scowled at Gilbert before smirking.

“He's just playin' hard to get, he'll come to me one of these days.”

Alfred flung a fry at Mathias before saying, “Stay cocky and you'll get punch of angry _______.”

“Shut up...”
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Truth be told, Mathias has been chasing after this '________' for a while now. It started a couple years back when Mathias just entered as a freshman and ________ was a sophomore. It was the beginning of the new school year and Mathias just transferred from his district in Denmark to _________, Alfred, and Gilbert's school distinct in Illinois, Chicago. Big city, foreign habits, new people, cute girls, some pretty cool guys, and a weird variety of language slang. Traffic, loud noises of the city life, something Mathias easily got used to.

Settling in, and learning that he was living with Alfred and another kid named Allistor, another transfer student from Scotland. Mathias and Allistor often butted heads but on a daily bases they were pretty good friends.

From knowing both Alfred and Allistor, Mathias eventually became popular among the high school population as well as meeting, and becoming friends, with more than several people around the city. Not to long after that, Mathias met Gilbert and they immediately be came friends. Alfred, Mathias, and Gilbert became the 'Awesome' trio as well as the 'bosses' of their gang that seem to have spread through out the city. The three of them invited Allistor to the gang but he declined hence he was going back to Scotland.

Going back to how Mathias met ________, we'll start when the Awesome Trio just started to make their gang. Word passed around quickly of their gang building up. Some people liked the idea, some people hated it, _________ of which didn't care. He was one of the few who in reality was not interested in the things around him. His mind lived on his music and his absolute need to pursue his goal.

_________ practiced daily. Any chance he could take to practice his talent. Dancing, singing, and play his instruments were his heart and soul, his love and pride. Because of this the school's band teacher actually encouraged _________'s pursuit of his music and often stayed after so __________ can practice in the school's band room.

It was about an hour after _________'s school got out and he was already in the band room getting ready to practice. Acoustic guitar tuned, his throat cleared and ready to sing. The band teacher left to his office to give _________ some privacy. At the same time this was happening, Mathias was walking the halls in search of new gang members. He walked through the English hall, the math hall, the science hall, and now he was going down the art hall. The art hall had the band room, ceramics, studio art, and photography class. He decided to take a break. Mathias leaned against the band room door, scanning the few people left in the halls. All was silent except for the quiet chattering of students till he heard a guitar strum.

It was a gentle tune, not a jazzed out like the cats and not quick paced like the barn burners. Just a gentle tune, calm, at peace.

“Baby, rock me to sleep
Let's pass this day
Like a rocked lullaby”

Gentle singing echoed from the band room, creating a sweet sound.

“Let the moon cradle us
into the silent alibi

Stars can bright the way
into simple crystal falls-

fuck...that doesn't sound good at all! Come on _________, step up your game!”

Mathias almost snorted by the voice's quick change in tune. Opening the door, he saw the source of the beautiful voice. Unruly (h/c) hair falling to the nape of the singers neck, his school dress shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his tie loosened. The singer huffed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Okay, let's try this again...

Baby, rock me to sleep
Let's pass this day
Like a rocked lulla-”

The singers voice cracked causing him to start coughing.

“Goddamn, what's with me today?!”

A loud seires of clapping sounded from behind the singer, causing the singer to spin around only to set his eyes on a tall spiky-blond male.

“Wh-who are you?”

The tall male grinned and stepped forward before saying, “ 'M name's Mathias and I would like you to join my gang, _________.”

__________ gave the blond a confised look.

“Okay, 1: How do you know my name? And 2: Why would I want to join your 'gang'?”

Mathias' grin only grew as he said, “Besides the fact that you were talking to your self not to long ago, I see you every day at the library. And~ you should join us because we could use a musician and more pretty faces, plus....we have cookies.”

________ just frowned.

“Your reasons for me joining your gang are illogical and childish, and I'm not going to join just because you called me a 'pretty' face.”

Tilting his head in confusion, Mathias pondered ________ comment.

“Why not? You are pre-”

“I should cut you with that fire axe...”

The singer bent over to pick up his guitar case, hence he was getting to aggravated to practice.

“Hmm....not only pretty and good with music, he's feisty and has a nice bum-”

__________ shot up and spun around, flinging a sharp pick at him.

“I WILL CUT YOU, DAMNIT!”

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Mathias smiled at those memories....despite the pick actually hitting him and leaving a mark on his forehead fro a while. The spiky-blond could hear his two friends chatting idly besides him, but he paid no mind to them. All he wanted was to see 'his' __________.

'I'll get you to be mine!' He mentally grinned at the idea.

The series of events between _________ and Mathias pretty much kept repeating on like that every time they 'bumped' into each other.

“Alright everybody, guys and girls, chicks and cats alike. I'm guessin' you all heard the noise about the new hip jazz cat stampin' his clear new beats. Give him a nice welcome! __________ Flints!”

Applauds erupted all around the restaurant as well as cheers and shouts of encouragement. A band of about 4 people walked on to the stage, all prepping their instruments. The singer, _________, walked soon after them. Dressed in a white dress shirt, black vest and dress pants, polished black dress shoes, and checkered suspenders. His hair, not slicked back like the band members, was pushed to the right-side of his head were the natural waves cascaded to his jaw and some strands fell into face. __________'s (e/c) eyes scanned the crowd before falling on the proclaimed 'awesome' trio. Scoffing, he glared at Mathias, who in turn grinned and waved at him.

A thumping of the electric guitar strummed through out the building, causing the crowd inside the building to quiet down. Soon after, the band member who was wielding the saxophone began to accompany the guitar. Right after the sax stopped letting the guitar and __________ get the stage. __________ grasped the mic and took a breath.

“ Love
It’s so crazy make my heart go
Ops-a-daisy, make my blood flow
not so lazy ‘cos I love you inside out

Time
Is a wastin’ why d’ya hold out
so frustratin’‘cos you know that
Lookin’ amazinn' and I love you inside out!”

_________ raised his arms above his head, as if to create the sky.

“ I love your eyes blue as the skies
I love you lips to your fingertips
I love your bones your old sticks and stones yeah
I love ya inside out!”

The (h/c) haired singer began to sway along with the beat.

“Oh don’t you believe me
Yeah, I know it’s kinda creepy
Oh but oh you’re lovin’ me deeply
Admit it I did it you know you’re gonna keep me

So
Say you love me like a hobo
Worn and grubby but you know though
No one above me and you love me inside out woooo~”

The beat of the song picked up as __________ started to dance on the stage.

“ Oh ye-ah
Oh

Oh don’t you believe me
Yeah I know it’s kinda creepy
Oh but oh you’re lovin’ me deeply
Admit it I did it you know you’re gonna keep me

So, say you love me like a hobo
Worn and grubby but you know though
No one above me and you love me inside out

I love your chin and the skin that you're in
I love your nails even your entrails
I love your soul even your little mole
Yeah, I love you inside out

I love your arms and your laugh aloud charms
I love your wits and all your wobbly bits
I love your lungs and your talking tongue
Yeah I love you inside out
Yeah

Ohh Yeah!!”

Cheers burst almost immediately after the last note was played. _________, who was panting, grinned. His first time actually playing in front of a crowd was amazing!

“Hey! _________!” The singer looked down to see Mathias grinning up at him....but something seemed off. “Who's the lucky guy? …..or girl?”

“What are you going on about?” _________ crouched down so he didn't have to look down and visa-verse for Mathias.

“Well...the song is 'bout some one right? Who's it?” The singer groaned and smacked the Dane upside the head.

“Ow~ What was that fo-?” The hot headed singer cut of the obnoxious blond. _________ hastily planted his lips onto the others to shut him up. The Dane was shocked but recovered as well as adding his grin into the mix. The cheers got louder from the scene.

“You're an idiot, Mathias...”

“Heh, Love ya too.”