"Like, fuck the rain."
You stood at the door ready to leave until Feliks grabbed your arm, preventing you to take a step further.
"Feliks, I gotta go home, let go of my arm!" You tried to yank your arm out of his strong grasp.
"But, like, its raining. You could catch a cold or something."
"I need to go home and study though!" You whined.
"When did you start, like, studying? I thought you finished school," Poland asked, though the tone of his voice showed that he wasn't really interested.
"Kiku is teaching me a bit of Kanji. I just need to study some of the characters for tomorrow!" You whined once more, but you did see Feliks' eye twitch a bit.
"Look, _, you don't have a car. You can't fuckin' go out in the rain! You'd get sick, plus it's like, pitch-black out. What if someone mugs you?" Feliks inquired, a hint of concern glazed his voice.
"Arg, fine, I'll stay," You said, defeated. Feliks' hand slid down from your arm to your hand and started do drag you back to the living room.
"Alllright! Broski, we're gonna have an epic night. So anyways, I was thinking 'bout painting my house a wicked-hipster pink. I wanna make Romania pissed, what'd you think?" He questioned as he plopped down on the couch and dragged you down with him. He picked up a teapot and poured some tea for you and him.
"Haha, Alfred once painted Kiku's house bright pink! Man, Feliks, you should have seen Kiku's face!" You laughed a bit, but he was completely unamused.
"Alfred is stupid," Feliks mumbled, "I don't know why you hang out with that 'wannabe hero', he's a dick."
Your mouth opened slightly. "You take that back!" You gasped.
"Hell no," he took a sip of his disgusting watery tea. "I wish you'd just stop talking about them. Its like, getting kinda old, _."
"I can't even," You stood up; very angry at Feliks. "Once you calm the fuck down, call me back and we can hang out again! These past couple weeks, you've been nothing but a jerk! I'm going home. I took my flu shot, I'm not worried about getting sick."
You angrily marched out of the door and was greeted with a bucketfall of water. Yeah, Feliks didn't lie when he said it was literally like Niagara Falls outside.
Your legs carried you quickly against the muddy ground. Water splashed onto your boots and pants but you couldn't care less. Why was your friend acting like this? If you could even call him 'friend' anymore..
Then, you heard a faint call. What was it saying? More importantly, who was it?
"_! _!"
Someone was calling out for you?
"_!"
Then you recognized the voice. Feliks.
Ugh.
"Hey! _! Wait! Stop walking! We ca-"
"Go away!" You shouted at him, full of rage. "For all of these past weeks, you've constantly kept bashing my friends! What is wrong with them!? What is wrong with you!? Damn, and to think I liked you, even though you're just a complete and total jer-"
Warm lips crashed onto yours before you could finish your insult. You most definitely had mixed emotions, but right now you were entranced by Feliks' green eyes and soft lips.
He pulled away, and it was only then you realized that the kiss was short.
"You talk too much," Feliks complained.
He slung his arm over your shoulders and started to walk you home in silence. Who knew the great Feliks could be jealous? Even though you attacked him with a slur of insults, he was practically your boyfriend now. Feliks sure does has his way with women.
And who were you to deny him?