A/N This chapter's purpose is to create the setting of the emotional rollercoaster. Sorry if it takes you a while to get into the story. This fanfiction will be 4/6 chapters long. Hope you have fun reading and that you don't cry in the chapters to come. :)

Germany, November 1938.

Toris stared out of the orphanage window, into the darkness which engulfed the streets below. These streets were solely lit up by the faint silver moonlight and old, flashing street lights.

Toris eagerly awaited his mother's return, for her to arrive and take him home, that's the reason why he looked out of the window each night before falling asleep. She abandoned him more than two years ago and Toris didn't know why.

If he had to be honest with himself, he'd rather not know why since he was afraid of finding out the reason.

His earliest memory was of his mother hugging him whilst crying into his small, fragile shoulders. It meant that she didn't want to leave him, right?

Over the past couple of months, Toris grasped the basics of Lithuanian. He learnt it for his mother; for her when she appears and takes him back to Lithuania. She'll be so proud of her son and will show him off to all of her friends, bursting with pride that her 9-year-old knows two languages. Still stuck in his fantasy, Toris wrote 'Ich vermisse dich' on the steamed up window. It meant 'I miss you' in German. He fought back the tears that started building up, threatening to overflow.

Toris started doodling spirals on the window, watching a car (which appeared from within the mist) as it proceeded to park in front of the orphanage. His heart tightened with anticipation for his mother like it always did.

This was before he realised that his 'secret' roommate was to arrive tonight.

Toris snapped out of his fantasies, watching a scene that unravelled outside in the cold. A blond boy exited the car with the orphanage mother. He was making a fuss, his pink cheeks puffed out, with displeasure. A pink backpack hung from one of his shoulders and jumped around, along with the boy's sudden movements.

The new boy had a long cream coat, which was cut in many places, with the bottom of it in tatters and bright cat-like green eyes which glanced around, as if he was looking for an escape route.

The orphanage mother and a tall fellow tried to calm the youngster down. They wanted him to be quiet, for their own protection. They looked around, hoping that nobody was witnessing the scene and the Star of David that the blond was waving around.

Toris continued to look down from the window at the blond with curiosity. He was shaking and Toris couldn't tell if this was because of the cold, nervousness or something else. As he observed the blond, it seemed as though the boy had looked back at him with a smile. Toris moved away from the window, this couldn't be the case, right?

He was quite sure that the mother of the orphanage spotted him, though; her hand gestured for him to come downstairs, to the bottom floor. Toris got out of his giant bed and started to walk out of his room.

The blond boy. who exited the car with the orphanage mother, wasn't the only Jew that was taken into the orphanage, hidden from the Nazis. The other two boys who were hidden were the German brothers: Ludwig and Gilbert who were also hidden inside the orphanage, due to their Jewish family.

The 'mother' of the orphanage did worship Hitler, however, she also believed that everyone in the world should be equal. She couldn't speak her opinion aloud, though, because of the persecution which awaited her if she did.

Toris walked downstairs to greet the blond who was already there, surrounded by the elder children of the orphanage, who didn't have to go to sleep yet. The new boy was hiding behind the mother of the orphanage, yet she didn't get mad and smiled at him sweetly.

Then, she shooed away the children that crowded around her, with her hands. The children nodded, most understood why they wouldn't get to know their new family member yet, they retreated back into doing whatever they were doing before the boy's arrival.

The mother noticed Toris at the bottom of the stairs and hand-gestured for him to come closer. He came forward and faced the blond boy who was shorter than him, but seemed to be somewhere around his age. The mother smiled warmly at Toris and said:

"This is Feliks, your new roommate..." She then leant in and whispered in his ear. "I trust you to hide him well, I know I can count on you."

Toris smiled up at the mother with mixed feelings. On one hand he was glad that he was entrusted with an important task, on the other, he was filled with dread.

When Toris led Feliks to now their shared room, he watched as Feliks took all of it in with his green, and expanded with curiosity, eyes.

Toris was just about to tell the blond where he would sleep but Feliks already jumped onto Toris' bed, relaxing and looking up at the ceiling.

"You are going to sleep-" Started Toris but was cut off by Feliks.

"I'm, like, going to sleep on the mattress underneath the bed aren't I?" He stated, still blinking at the ceiling.

"How do you know?" Asked Toris, the mattress wasn't visible, the bed was huge and covered the big space underneath it. Toris sat on his bed too next to the blond who was still laying on it.

"My parents totally used the same trick to hide me. So you don't need to lie about my bed arriving in a few days or whatever."

"Oh." Toris felt like asking Feliks about his parents but didn't want to be insensitive.

"By the way!" Feliks sat up now looking into Toris' eyes. "What's your name?"

"Toris, I'm Lithuanian, what about you?"

"You like, totally know that I'm called Felix but my second name is Łukasiewicz. Bet you can't say it. And I'm from Poland, haven't been there for a while though so I don't remember what its like-"

"Me too!" Chippered Toris whilst smiling at Feliks: happy about having something in common with his roommate. "The last time I was in Lithuania was when I was a baby so I don't remember what it's like! I've actually had to teach myself Lithuanian." Toris smiled bubbling with pride.

After only a second of hesitation, Toris decided to share his secret wall with Feliks. He skipped out of the bed and towards a huge Nazi flag that hung and took over most of one of the walls. He pulled it up to reveal a Lithuanian flag and some Lithuanian words that lay underneath,

"Omg, that is like, so awesome." Said Feliks and he got off the bed too, coming closer to Toris and looking at the wall. "I like you, you seem cool. What's Lithuania in Latvian?" Feliks beamed at Toris who got a bit mesmerised by the bright smile that was directed at him.

"You can put a Polish flag here too if you want, there's loads of room. And emmmm, it's 'Lietuva' why?" Asked Toris after snapping out of his frozen state, really excited to have someone he could share the secret with.

"Omg, I can? Thank youuuu" Exclaimed Feliks hugging Toris out of excitement. "We'll share the secret wall! And Lietuva... I'll call you Liet from now on. We're going to become best friends, right? So nicknames are needed."

Toris didn't have anyone he could call a best friend since Raivis Galante and Eduard von Bock were adopted and left him behind. Toris was scared that if he became attached someone again, he'd be sad after separating from them as they could get adopted, or his mum could come to take him home. However, he couldn't help but want to be friends with his new strange roommate. Toris burst out giggling, tears forming at the corners of his eyes out of laughter.

"Yes, we are friends; we'll be the best friends the world has ever seen." Claimed Toris: as he wiped the tears away.

"Great! We've become friends now so that means you'll play dress-up with me and I'll protect you from the bullies." Feliks extended his chest bravely. "Eeee... There aren't any bullies here are there?" Asked Feliks; shaking a little. From this Toris concluded that Feliks was a bit of a coward.

"Yeah, yeah, of course, you will." Laughed Toris, rolling his eyes, he went along with that claim making Feliks feel all high and mighty.

Feliks laid down his backpack onto Toris' desk and unzipped it open, looking through his stuff. Although Toris dismissed the pink colour of the backpack, in the beginning, now he was stunned as the core of it boomed with the rosy colour too.

Feliks frantically searched the interior of the backpack, looking for something. After a while of shuffling his items around the inside of the bag with his small hands, he pulled out a pink notebook.

As if sensing Toris' stare and curiosity he said:

"This is totally my diary, I'm going to write all about meeting you. Can you pass me a pen?" He asked with a smile.

"Yeah, sure." Replied Toris as he put his hand into a box filled with pencils and pens. After a moment, he passed Feliks a black one.

"Hmmmm.…." Feliks concentrated on the pen for a while, spinning it in his hand.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Asked Toris, internally thinking about how strange his new roommate was.

"Do you have a pink pen? Or a glittery one?" Asked Feliks; passing the pen back.

"I don't think I have a pink one.….." Started Toris; spotting Feliks' smile start to fall in disappointment. "…But I do have a gold glittery gell-pen." He continued, enjoying seeing how quickly Feliks' glow returned to his face.

It didn't take him long to find it inside of the box and he handed it to Feliks who started writing frantically right after receiving it.

Toris knew it wasn't the right thing to do, but attempted to look over the Pole's shoulder to see what he was writing down with such joy. He wanted to know what Feliks would write about him. Toris failed, however, since Feliks noticed this and sang "No peeking" in a playful tone.

Toris rolled his eyes, a little embarrassed that he was caught peeking. He decided to be helpful and started pulling out Feliks' mattress, preparing it for him. Toris pulled out some bed covers from one of the wardrobe drawers and placed them nicely on the mattress.

When Toris finished, Feliks was also close to finishing writing his diary entry. When the Pole was finished he looked at Toris' work and yawned:

"Thank you, I'm realllly tired."

Feliks lay on the mattress staring up at the ceiling in thought. He could hear Toris' soft snores and could feel himself drifting away too. Yet, he tried to keep himself awake. Although the mattress was the most comfortable thing he laid on in ages, he felt afraid of falling asleep. His mind played tricks on him, making his body believe that it was being chased again. He felt his body shake, as it remembered the time where he ran and got stuck underneath the barbed wire that separated him from freedom. His hallucinating started yet again and he started to throw his body around the mattress, crying and screaming.

Suddenly, Toris lay on top of him, pressing his hand against Feliks' chapped lips, to make him quiet.

"Shhh," He whispered. "It's okay."

Feliks looked at Toris through his teary eyes, after finally calming down. That's when Toris pulled his hand away and looked into his friends red-from-crying eyes.

"What's wrong?" Toris asked, his voice was filled with care and concern that he felt towards his friend.

"I-" Feliks couldn't find the words to describe the way he was feeling, therefore, he burst into tears again. This worried Toris even more, so the brunette wrapped his arms around the blond, embracing him with a hug.

"It's okay," Toris tried to make Feliks feel better, "You can tell me what's wrong after you calm down."

Feliks nodded, making Toris feel the head movement on his shoulder.

Toris started swaying them from side to side, whilst starting to sing a lullaby. It was a lullaby that he remembered his mother would sing to him every night. She also sang it on the night when she left. But the thing is, Feliks wasn't going to leave anytime soon.

With each word that Toris sang, Feliks relaxed more, and more, until the tears completely stopped.

"The song's Lithuanian, isn't it?" Whispered Feliks, tightening the hug as it made him feel safe.

Toris nodded, still singing with his angel-like voice. The English translation of the last part of the song was:

Mouse, mouse,
Carry the sleep,
Like bee carries the honey.
The sweet sleep.
For kitty not to feel,
The small one not to awake,
For it sweetly sleeps,
For it sweetly sleeps,
For it sweetly sleeps.

Feliks didn't hear this, though; he fell asleep in Toris' arms. Toris smiled and gently placed the blond's head back onto his pillow. Afterwards, Toris returned back to his own bed and smiled down at Feliks' sleeping face.

Toris wouldn't be looking out of the window again anytime soon, he had a better sight to fall asleep to.