Pushing a curtain out of the way, you looked out of one of the windows in the front of your house, sighing as you saw nothing but white. It had snowed last night, and guessing from the glare on the sidewalk, no one in the neighbourhood apart from yourself had decided to put salt out in front of their homes.
Usually this wouldn't have bothered you, on days like these you could stay in and relax with a cup of something hot, but you had already made plans to go see your friend Matthias today, at his house. And that meant you had to go outside.
Glancing at the clock, you realized that it was 11:45 already, and you had promised to be at the home that Matthias and his four best friends, all from different Nordic European countries, shared by noon.
Lucky for you, they didn't live too far of a walk from your home.
You scampered over to your front closet, grabbing the biggest pair of winter boots that you owned, and lacing them onto your feet. You zipped up your thick (f/c) snow jacket, and threw on a scarf and mittens, praying that the front door wasn't too cold to be locked.
As your key turned in the hole, you sighed, and went on your way.
As you walked down your own driveway, you noted that you would have to do a bit of shovelling at some point, but there was no time for that at the moment. You knew that if you were late Matthias would probably want to go out and look for you, and no one wanted that. The last time that happened was last winter, when he had come barrelling down your street on cross-country skis, shouting out your name and picking you up, which had resulted in him crashing the pair of you into a nearby snow bank. To think back on it now it seemed rather funny, but you would prefer it not happen again.
You turned to go up the street, making sure to tread carefully on the sidewalks in front of your neighbour's houses. There didn't seem to be too much ice underneath the fluffy packing snow, but just to be safe, you kept a cautious pace. You looked at your watch and noticed that it was now 11:50, so you had to hurry a bit if you wanted to avoid another freak skiing accident.
You were almost at Matthias' house, and so far, your journey had gone smoothly. No slips so far; you were walking with great care. It was about two minutes to noon when you turned the corner onto the correct street, so you had just enough time to get to the right home, which you knew was only a few houses away.
There didn't seem to be much ice in the area you were about to walk through, so you quickened your pace up to a regular speed. You looked up from your feet to see a familiar group of blond men shovelling the driveway and playing in the snow at a house just a handful of metres in front of you.
You saw the spiked, blonde hair of Matthias close to the end of the large driveway, his back turned to you as he shouted something about being the "King of Northern Europe".
Opening your mouth to greet him and your other friends, a squeak came out instead. You hadn't been watching where you stepped, and you had lost your footing on the large icy patch that you were now sliding across dangerously.
You tried to catch your footing but it was to no avail, you saw the pile of snow on the sidewalk in front of you that you would almost definitely end up face first in. You closed your eyes and waited for the cold impact, but instead stopped when you impacted upon a solid, warm figure.
"(Y/n)? You okay?" A deep, lilting voice asked you, sounding amused.
Opening your (e/c) eyes quickly, you were met by the sight of a black pea coat and a crimson scarf, both belonging to a certain Danish man.
"Sorry Matthias!" You exclaimed, snapping your head up to look into his bright blue irises.
He didn't reply, but kept eye contact with you, not releasing you from the trap that his arms had formed around your waist.
About to ask him what was wrong, you were cut off by a pressure on your lips. Your eyes widened, and you reeled back, but Matthias' grip was far too tight for you to move back. He was...kissing you? Matthias was kissing you?! It would have been a lie if you had said that you didn't harbour any feelings for your loud and energetic friend, and this was not unpleasant by any means.
Before you could kiss him back, the two of you were separated by a freezing substance being hurled at your faces.
Matthias' grip loosened immediately, and you pulled away from him, gasping from the cold snow that, deeming from a glance at the Norwegian man who stood close in front of you, Lukas had thrown.
"Run while you can, (y/n), I'll hold him off." Lukas stated in his usual, monotonous tone, grabbing the tie that Matthias insisted on wearing, no matter how many times his friend attempted to choke him with it.
You blushed, looking at Matthias, who threw a wink and a sly grin in your direction before he began to cough and pull at his collar.
You giggled at your friends' antics before backing off to help the apparently oblivious Berwald, Tino, and Emil with the large snowman they were building.
You could talk to Matthias about what just happened later, in "privacy".