So LietPol is one of my faaaaaavorite pairings from Hetalia hands down. Its definitely in my top ten.
Humans names are used and its kind of in an AU (MY AU that i created in my messed up little head for whenever i write Hetalia fanficiton)
So there is no smut in this chapter (there will be eventually) but there is some hinting towards it, this chapter is mostly fluff in preparation for the smut that everyones looking forward to
Now with out further a do:
Chapter One: Intruder
"Wow Ravis, are you sure?" the tall brown haired male talked into the wall phone, fingering the cord. He knew it was old fashioned and had tried to get his husband of two years to invest in something modern. Like a cordless. The Pole, however, refused because he liked to twirl the cord around his fingers when he talked. The common conclusion was that the blonde was weird and Toris couldn't agree more.
"Y-Yeah, Toris,"Ravis gushed on the other end, "I went to the special doctor I heard about while Eduard was at work."
"Special doctor?" he asked absent mindedly, looking at some paper work he brought home that day.
"Hm-huh! I ran into Elizabeta when I was at the drug store and we started talking. She knows the Vargas brothers, the Italians, and she said if I go to the same doctor I'll know one hundred percent if I'm really pregnant," the boy giggled on the other end, "And I am!"
A fond smile spread on his face, "I know you'll be great parents."
Ravis giggled again and the Lithuanian could practically see the glow on his face. "I still need to tell Eduard," the younger male admitted shyly, "Do...Do you think he'll be happy?"
"I know he will, Rav, he loves you so much," he soothed hearing the front door open, "I have to go, Ravis, Feliks just got home. Tell me how it goes when you tell me, ok? And give him my best wishes."
Toris hung up the phone just as Feliks sauntered into the kitchen with three shopping bags. "Hello, babe," Feliks said putting the bags on the small table before walking over to where the brunete stood. He leaned up and kissed his lips in greeting, the heels he wore making him tall enough so he didn't have to stand on his tip toes. Sometimes Feliks acted more like a house wife then a husband who owned his own business. It was, however, a salon. Talk about sterotypical.
"Hi Feliks," Toris smiled tucking his husband's shoulder length blonde hair behind his ear, "Bough more clothes I see."
The Polish man blushed prettily, "They're, like, for you this time! Oh my god, Toris, you're, like, totally mean."
Toris rolled his eyes and kissed the blonde's nose, "Valley girl."
Violently, the Pole hit his arm and he winced, blushing sheepishly. "Meanie," Feliks pouted going back over to the shopping bags. Toris hated to admit it but Feliks was actually really hot in women's clothes, they complimented his fragile, girlish frame. Today he wore a pink floral dress that went down to his knees, it hugged the curves of his legs and his slim waist. With it was a green cardigan, green tear drop earrings and green high heels that made Feliks's green eyes pop.
"These clothes are actually for you," the blonde said handing him two of the bags, "Who was that on, like, the phone?"
"Ravis," he said going through the assortment of modest shirts and pants, "He called to tell me he's expecting."
Feliks gasped, clapping his hands excitedly and squealing like a little girl. "OMG, he's pregnant? That's, like, totally awesome!"
Toris nodded setting the shopping bags back on the kitchen table, "He hasn't told Eduard yet."
"What?" Feliks exclaimed sounding absolutely horrified, he tugged the ends of his hair in frustration, "That's totally rude! If I was, like, pregnant I'd totally tell you first!"
The brunete blushed beat red, causing Feliks to giggle at him. "Um, Toris?" Feliks said hesitantly, wrapping his arms around the taller male's waist, "Can I, like, talk to you for a sec?"
"Of course," he said surprised by his husband's sudden seriousness, he grabbed one of Feliks's manicured hands and kissed the knuckles, "Feliks, you can talk to me about anything."
"Um, l-like, well..."Toris stopped looking at the pink nails and looked over his shoulder instead. The shorter male had his cheek pressed against Toris's back, his cheeks red with embarrassment.
"Feliks-."
"We've been together for, like, a really long time, right?" the blonde stammered, refusing to meet the other's eyes. Worry and anxiety nawed at his insides, Toris turned around to face his love. The taller male wrapped his arms around Feliks, pulling him close.
"Feliks, you can tell me anything," he soothed tucking a lock of blonde hair behind his ear, "I have no problem with you liking the color pink, with you wearing women's clothes, with you putting on make up and perfume. What makes you think I'll get mad at you, judge you, now?"
Feliks's eyes widened at the mention of one of his greatest fears being voiced. He pressed his glossed lips in a thin line, obviously looking for the words he needed to use. Toris let him think; carressing his rouged cheek, rubbing his ear between his thumb and index finger in encouragement. Feliks leaned into his touch, practically purring as he opened his eyes half way. His green eyes were beautiful even with all that make up, Toris thought he was perfect with or with out.
"I really want a baby," it was said so quietly that the brunet almost missed it.
"Feliks..." Toris said gently so he wouldn't upset the young blonde, "Honey, what brought all this on? We don't even know if yo can-."
"But I do know Toris!" Feliks shouted fisting his hands in the other's button down, "I, like, ran into Feli when I was shopping, like, a week ago. He's totally pregnant again and he had his six year old with him. Toris, he was, like, so totally happy and, like, glowing for reals! His little boy was totally so sweet!" Feliks looked up at him with pleading, watery eyes. "Please, Toris," he begged rubbing his hands up and down Toris's chest, "I, like, totally love you to death. I-I really want to, like, feel the child we made together grow inside me. I totally want us to have a big family!"
"But you don't know if you can," he pointed out rubbing circles on Felik's hip. He could tell the Pole was on the verge of hysterics and the thought of his love crying sent a wave of anxiety crashing into him.
"Um...well, like, Feli kinda sorta told me who his doctor was and I-I, like, went this morning. Please don't be mad, Toris!" a tear fell down his cheek and Feliks quickly swiped at it, least it ruin hi eyeliner and mascara. "She said I can totally have a baby. Like, please Toris!" he finished sniffling and wiping away tears and running make up, "Fuck! Now I, like, look totally horrible."
Anxiety twisted painfully in Toris's chest and quickly he pulled the blonde close, whispering sweet nothing in Polish and Lithuanian as he ran his hands down Feliks's back and sides. "Feliks, you're amazing, you're gorgeous," Toris said smoothing his hair away from where it stuck to his wet cheeks, "Please calm down, love, I have something to say too."
Feliks sniffled, trying to regain his composure, "L-Like, what is i-it?"
Toris sucked in a shaky breath, anxiety and worry seeping from ever pore. He had so many questions... "When should we start?" Feliks blined up at him, tilting his head to the side in confusion, and Toris blushed, "W-When, uhm, should we start ma-making a baby...?"
Feliks stared in shock but soon a brilliant smile spread across his face and he squealed. "Oh my god! Toris you're, like, totally amazing!" Feliks exclaimed wrapping his arms around the other's neck and pressing sticky, lip gloss kisses all over his face and neck. "I'm, like, totally in love with you!"
"I'd hope," he said making Feliks giggle at the snarky comment, pulling away and picking up his shopping bags, "Hey, you never did tell me what was in that last bag."
A wicked smirk played at the corners of the Pole's lips and he dangled the bag between his thumb and index fingers. It was pale pink and gold, the fancy boutique tissue paper smelling of feminine perfume. "Well...just, like, think of it as a way to 'aid' the baby making process."
Toris blushed at what that implied and licked his lips hungrily, he was suddenly very interested in what was in that bag. Feliks saw the look in his eyes and chuckled. Smirking, the shorter male placed a hand on his leg and slid it upward, revealing more of his creamy skin. It was amazing how smooth his skin was, especially being a guy. His legs and chest were completely hairless. Toris practically drooled, watching as the and dress slid up to show his thigh.
"Like what you see Toris?" the blonde purred his pink nails caressing the skin of his thigh. Toris's throat and mouth were dry, nothing except a chocked whine escaping his throat. Feliks laughed, removing his hand and letting the dress fall back to its proper place. "I'm going to, like, put these away and when you can you should totally, like, join me."
As Feliks walked away and up the stairs, Toris realized he was half hard and wanting to desperately fuck his husband into the wall. "Fuck," he hissed walking over to the kitchen sink to wash away the lip gloss on his body.
He had just calmed down enough to follow his love up to their bedroom when the doorbell rang. "Damn it!" he heard Feliks yell from the floor above, "Toris, like, who the hell is it?"
The brunete chuckled at the pissed, whiney tone in his voice, "I don't know but if it's not anyone important I'll make them go away!"
"Kay, kay!" Feliks called back clearly happier then he was a moment ago.
The brunete couldn't help the fond smile that spread on his face at the Pole's hyper activeness. He went to the front door, praying to God it was a door to door sales man. Apparently his prayers wouldn't be answered that day. As he saw who stood there his small smile faded and he could feel cold sweat forming on his brow.
No, no, no, no, no!
It was him.
His back tingled, like needles were piercing his skin, and he visibly stiffened. "I-Ivan..."
The Russian was dressed in a tan trench coat and a faded pink scarf, a child like smile plastered on his face. "Hello, Toris," he said his accent thick as he took a step forward, "I come in, da?"
"Um...I..." he tried to say no but Ivan was already pushing passed him. Their arms grazed and Toris visibly flinched but that creepy smile never faltered on the Russian's face.
"You have vodka?" he asked looking around the couple's house, like a scientist would look at the insides of a frog.
"...Y-Yes..." Toris whispered closing the door and training his eyes on the living room floor.
"Pour some," he said the command plain and simple as he sat on the soft beige couch, crossing his legs casually.
The whole time with that goddamn smile! Numbly, Toris gave the Russian what he wanted. A glass of vodka with three ice cubes at the bottom. He sat in a wingback chair stiffly, it had a loud orange, pink and red hippie pattern that Feliks's picked out at Ikea. Because it matched the coral painted walls. "Hm," Ivan hummed immediately drawing Toris's attention, "Good vodka. I taught you well, da?"
"You've taught me nothing!" Toris snapped practically shouting. That man had no right to be in his house. Not after he...he...His anger was doused and he found Ivan looking at him. Those eyes were cold and hard, like violet colored ice, and his eyebrow was raised in both surprise and daring Toris to speak that way again.
His back was on fire.
"What do you want?" he asked quietly, slumping in defeat. A victorious, child like smile was on his face and he opened his mouth to say something. But a whiney voice interrupted the Russian. Toris had never been so thankful to his husband.
"Toriiiiiiiiiiiiiis~!" the Pole whined unknowingly cutting off the scary ass Russian, "What is, like, taking you so lo-?" Feliks came down in a pink silk robe looking pretty with minimal make up and a pink ribbon pulling the left side of his hair away from his face. The blonde glared at Ivan, resting his hands on his love's shoulders in a supportive manner. "Ivan," he greeted coldly, noticing the way he had been looking at the Lithuanian and not liking it. At all. "Like, why are you here?"
"Toris, I see your little play thing is still around," Ivan said ignoring the Feliks completely.
"We are, like, totally married!" he sputtered holding up his left hand and showing off his golden wedding band and diamond engagement ring. When the Russian didn't look at him, continuing to smile at the brunete creepily, Feliks's anger flared. Toris was his, only his! "Don't you, like, totally have a husband?" he hissed and that drew Ivan's attention, "You totally have, like, a bunch of kids don't you?"
"Leave my family out of this, сука," Ivan said his smile never faultering but he seemed to radiate a cold, intimidating aura, the Russian stood to his full height. He loomed imposingly over the blonde but Feliks did not once back down, he wasn't even scared.
"Feliks..." Toris's worry filled voice drew his attention and Feliks wrapped Toris's arm around his waist and sat in the older male's lap.
"My husband is no longer your subordinate, he no longer works for you," he said slowly, like he was talking to an idiot. "He owes you nothing and will no longer do as you ask. Leave. Now. Go back to your own home and, like, tuck your children in for the night and kiss your husband," Feliks said and the brunete was surprised by how mature his lover sounded. The least like a Valley Girl Tors had ever heard him sound.
"You have a family Ivan. Like, stay away from mine," Ivan stared at the feminine blonde man who dared to speak down to him.
"Ok," the Russian said his child like smile reappearing, "But I have one question."
Feliks examined his painted nails with a sigh, obviously annoyed and quickly loosing interest, "Like, what is it?" Toris wanted to kiss him, make love to him on the floor of their bedroom. He wanted to pound into his tight, delectable heat in front of the fire place. He felt inclined to worship that body of his for being the way he was. For being able to stick up for Toris and love him, despite him being less then a remarkable man and despite the Pole himself being extremely selfish.
"Has Toris ever taken his shirt off during sex? Or, let me be more specific: Он когда-нибудь снял рубашку?" (has he ever taken off his shirt?)
Toris's entire body stiffened; his heart stopping and his soul leaving his body so all that was left was a pale and shaking shell. No...no don't bring that up, please! Just as he froze, Feliks stopped looking at his nails as he twisted it around. The blonde was still staring at his nails but not seeing them. They both knew it was true. Feliks had never seen his husband's torso.
"Get. Out."
The Russian laughed, "Kololololololol~ we will see each other soon, da?" He left, laughing quiety to himself. Feliks got up off his lap, locking the door with a huff. Toris looked at Feliks as the Pole stared at the front door. The anxiety and fear that rolled off the Lithuanian was almost palpable. Please don't let him ask, God please don't make him-.
"Toris," the brunete's head snapped up at the sound of his love's voice and his heart stilled, "I'm, like, totally tired. Can we, like, go to bed now?"
His whole body slumped in relief, "Yeah." The blonde held out his hand and Toris gladly took it.