He was bleeding, but he didn't know where from. It was somewhere on his left side, the sticky warmth seeping through his clothes told him that much. It was different from the warmth coming from his right. That was Liet, lying in the snow next to him.
If Feliks had the strength to smile right then, he would have. After this, they would go back home. Liet would patch him up. They would sit by the fire, drinking hot cocoa. They had lost but it would be okay, because they would still have each other.
He was losing himself in his dreams. The warmth on his right had disappeared. He struggled to look up, eyes beginning to glaze over.
Liet was screaming something. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes filled to the brim with tears as an unseen force dragged him backwards and away from Feliks.
He couldn't help the laugh bubbling up in his throat. "Haha! You're face is like, so funny right now!"
He couldn't stop laughing. Even after Liet disappeared into the snowstorm. Even as his laughs turned into sobs, which turned into great, hacking coughs. Even as he slipped into unconsciousness, he was still giggling, Liet's hilarious face burned into his memory.
He couldn't get the face away.
The weeks turned into months, turned into years, and yet he still would dissolve into giggles whenever he remembered the way Liet had looked on that day.
When he saw him again, he would be sure to thank Liet for leaving him with such a happy memory.
People might have begun to question his sanity, him, the mighty empire of Poland. Laughing at his best friend's misfortune. But then, Feliks had never cared what other people thought, did he?
I know (I know)
That you're going with another guy
I don't care (Don't care)
'Cause I love you baby
That's no lie
I love you more than I did
When you were mine.
xXx
Short oneshot is short.
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