A.N: Hey guys, this is a little something I came up with while I was working on my other fic. I own nothing!

Midnight, 11th November.

Feliks woke up straight away. It was like he had an alarm clock in his head or something. He would've got up if it wasn't for the arm wrapped round him. Liet wasn't meant to be here, but due to bad weather causing travel issues, he hadn't been able to get home. If he moved now, Liet would wake up. But wasn't that going to happen anyway? It was his birthday, and he was starting the celebrations early. No parties, nothing like that, just a few friends, the few friends he had. Liet, Katyusha and Lizzie, for a start. Raivis and Eduard might come too. It didn't matter as long as there wasn't too many people and neither Ivan nor Natalya showed up. This was going to be fabulous. He looked over at Liet. How could he still be sleeping? Did he not know how totes huge today was? This had been his official birthday for 95 years, how could Liet not know that? He decided to make it clear. He reached over and gently pulled at a lock of his friend's long brown hair. He got a response straight away. Liet opened his eyes and grabbed a lock of Feliks's blonde hair gently, in mock retaliation.

"What's the matter?" he whispered, knowing Feliks didn't normally wake him up in the middle of the night unless it was an emergency.

"Like, you don't know?"

"What do you mean?"

"Liet, it's, like, my birthday!" Liet frowned.

"Feliks, your birthday's past. It was in July, remember?"

"That's, like, not my birthday."

"It's not?"

"It was never really my birthday, that was just Ivan's idea. My birthday's still November 11th, remember?" He frowned again, his expression worried.

"I-I'm sorry, Feliks, I forgot. I'm really sorry, it won't happen again, I promise."

"Liet, it's fine. It's, like, been a rough few decades. I guess I didn't get a chance to tell you. Don't apologise."

"Sorry, it's a nervous habit. And don't ask 'since when', because you know that." Feliks knew exactly what Liet was talking about. He smiled, watching his friend as the smile crept back to his face. Then Liet did something he hadn't done in decades. Centuries, in fact. He kissed him. It was weird for, like, half a second, then it became natural, right, again. It was like they'd never been apart, never had to break up. It was over much too fast. When Liet pulled away they were both blushing.

"Happy birthday, Feliks."

"Liet…" He couldn't think what else to say. Liet had kissed him. He couldn't believe it…this was exactly what he'd wanted for years, and exactly what he never thought he'd get. Liet sat up, a hand covering his mouth.

"I'm so, so sorry Feliks, I don't know what I was thinking." Feliks sighed and sat up. He wrapped his arms around Liet and kissed his cheek.

"Again with the apologising, Liet, it's fine. I just, like, didn't expect it. I liked it, I was completely fine with it. I just didn't see it coming."

"Really? You're alright with it? You actually like me?" he seemed genuinely surprised.

"No."

"What?"

"I don't like you, that is, I don't just like you. I love you."

"Y-you do?"

"Like, duh, of course I do. I've always loved you, I've just never had the chance to say so."

"Seriously? Well in that case, I love you too." Liet smiled and kissed him again. It lasted a little longer this time, and when they pulled away they were both smiling, the biggest smile either of them had worn in a long time. Liet lay back down, pulling Feliks with him. The last thing he heard before falling asleep was Liet's soft voice whispering in his ear,

"Happy birthday, Feliks." He smiled, a light blush creeping across his cheeks.

"Like, thanks, Toris."

"No problem."

That was my first attempt at writing LietPol. Let me know what you guys think!