How the soldiers marched on taking Vilnius, the historical capital of Lithuania, was like a disease spreading throughout one's body only this illness started from the heart and was working its way to the brain. Polish soldiers marched to take more lands that included the temporary capital threatening the independence of the country. Darkened clouds completely blanketed the bluebird sky from the war below protecting its innocence from the conflicting nationalities that fought for land they believed was rightfully theirs. They continued on meeting little to no resistance, as Toris looked down upon the streets from up high, catching his breath as he watched them take a part of his homeland. His emerald eyes flickered in sadness, chest sore from the emotional hurt. Feliks, his friend who was Polish, was somewhere in the midst of this was aiding the mutiny despite that he disagreed with the movement. In times like these, he wishes he were just a normal human being so that he didn't have to deal with inconsistent relations with others. Nations were always shifting to be allies or enemies, making this near immortal life difficult for Toris and others like him. No matter how good of friends he was with Feliks, the decision of the country they were born under was stronger than that bond, but right now he felt more betrayed.
Slowly, he began to walk the other way when his leg slipped from under him and the Earth made a horrendous skull cracking noise. He tumbled down a cliff that didn't used to be there grunting as he hit his shoulder and the back of his head on solid rock. He came to a painful halt as a curved upward ledge stopped him from rolling down any further. Toris looked around confused, observing his bizarre surroundings. The buildings that once neatly followed along the street had become warped and deformed by the sudden yawned crevice. Some of them were beginning to crumble away, losing their grip as a whole due to the awkward angle they now rested. The Lithuanian heard a cry of surprise as another body fell down. He rolled right past Toris only to just barely get a grip in the cracks somewhere below, hanged over a river of fire. Like hungry chicks, the fire leapt up waiting for its prey to fall into their gaping mouths. The other yelped in fright as he looked down.
"S-someone! Help!"
Toris pushed past the terrible headache the fall had given him and peered over the edge to see who else had stumbled down. It was younger man looked just like him and was hanging below trying to keep a desperate hold onto a piece of a crumbling building, frightened of falling into the roaring flames. The whole world had turned black and hazy, the sound of the soldiers stomping through the vanished city still audible somewhere in the chaos.
"H-help me," the younger version of him cried with tears ready to run from his dust-blinded eyes. "P-please, help me!"
Toris was bewildered, taking in deep breaths of the abruptly thick humid air. He carefully crawled down to the lower, tiny ledge trying save his other self who sobbed in terror as he slipped a little. Slowly, the other reached up to grab the Toris outstretched hand and just as they were an inch out of reach, the older brunette began to slip too. A herd of small rocks and dust noisily ran past and out of nowhere, the brunette felt someone grab hold of his wrist. Toris looked up to see a familiar person trying to keep him in place.
"It's okay, Toris! I like, totally got you!" It was Feliks. The blonde looked just as disbelieving in the situation, but was determined not to let his long time friend go.
Toris turned back to see himself below form silent words with his lips as he slipped even farther down until the building gave way and he fell down into the fiery blaze, feathered flames devouring his body. He felt his stomach churned sickly in fear, heart pounding wildly. Unable to do anything more he rolled back over on his belly preparing to pull himself up, but the feeling of dread was overwhelming and his other arm was sore from hanging.
"Feliks," the brunette felt his foot slip. "Feliks, help me up!"
Desperately, he looked up at his friend only to be met by an icy cold look that gave him chills despite the heat that surrounded them. Olive eyes stared down seeming unconcerned, devoid of any emotion they had before. The man holding him was no longer recognizable. To Toris' confusion, the similarly golden haired stranger leaned in closer to his ear, the corner of his mouth forming into an evil triumphed grin. The rest of the world seemed to fade into nothingness as he came closer.
"Vilnius belongs to me," his voice purred. Then he wielded a dark skinned creature with a long slender mouth in his right hand. The glow of the fire glinted in its thin slithery eyes, it's back angled downward where the gloved hand grasped firmly, finger on a thin trigger. Its cold lips came to press upon Toris' temple. Anger and fear mixed together boiled behind evergreen irises, making him tremble and his body stiffened ready to somehow throw himself back up against his enemy. Toris hollered a cry of protest when a loud bang split the air and–
He jolted upright in bed covering in cold sweat, breathing heavily and shaking. The young man looked about the room not knowing where he was, the thrill of adrenaline still lively in his veins. A loud meow darted his wide emerald eyes toward the floor where a long furred creature with large yellow eyes stared up. Again she let out an urgent yowl while rubbing her long figure against the bed. The last traces of the dream slipped off like snake's skin as he became aware of the textures of his bedsheets and familiar scents of the room. Noticing his alarm clock on the floor, Toris realized she had knocked it off to wake him. He sighed reaching to put it back in its place when the thought hit him. His feline, Rasa, only knocked over things when she knew he was forgetting something.
He searched the clock face for a time and it read 7:30AM. He was going to be late for work! Toris leapt out and ran for the bathroom to get ready, and Rasa just jumped onto the foot of the bed and washed her face as she purred.
x.X.x
It has been a year since Toris came to here to New York City looking for a job (a friend who lived here was able to help him before he had to return to Washington D.C to deal with troublesome politics). It was only for a little while that he needed to be here before returning to Kaunas, Lithuania. He wasn't too unfamiliar with the stuffiness and muddled masses of people of New York, but admits the population has grown considerably since he first immigrated here for a short time around the 1919 after World War I for the same reason. It wasn't that there were no good jobs back at home; it was only because when you can and have lived for several centuries, it doesn't hurt to move around a little bit instead of just being stuck in one place all the time. It was sort of like a long vacation without the relaxing and doing whatever you wanted the entire time. Oh well, this idea was suggested by his boss back in Europe, it was just him who thought of New York City.
He maneuvered his way through the people, finding his usual route to work. The streets were filled with loud clamoring of voices, the air polluted with the crude smell of car exhaust. Some people sat lazily or looked at their watch waiting impatiently for the city bus. Others just pushed through the mass of warm bodies rather roughly and a few eyed their surroundings slyly as they leaned silently against the many story buildings. Certain vendors ambled about, preparing for another day of selling newspapers or other items. Skyscrapers stood above all like kings and nobles, watching the vehicles begin to jam up the streets in a morning rush. Bright yellow taxis and long city buses zipped along their usual paths on schedule, assisting the many others who also needed to hurry off to their jobs. Other cars just move like a large wave as one, passing through lights as they were permitted or pulled apart like a child cruelly stringing apart a rope of yarn as they parted ways. A colorful array of advertisements on huge electronic screens lined up along the buildings with large signs of restaurants or stores rivaling on who stood out most. Some were suave and smooth in text and others were big and bold. The gigantic TV like screens were just flashy and a bunch of show offs making their text trot across the screen in a never-ending loop. Outside of the busy place, streets were undecorated by fancy lights and big bulletin luxuries only standing with dull gray and red colors. They didn't reflect the light like the many large sparkly eyes of Times Square. Despite that they held nothing special they refused to crumble away intimidated by the luminous area, proud to be of use to the people who inhabited them.
He swerved to the entryway of the subway station where he rode the train to work. Shoes tapped against the cement stairs down onto the lower ground and he ran to where the train was waiting. He weaved through people who were stood around or wondered slower and passed by a few young teens who were performing street dances for people who bothered to watch. The rushed Lithuanian had no time to stand there and watch himself, but the eyes of those dancers fell into him curiously as he passed.
"Yo, Sebastian," one of the performers called out rather loudly with an accent.
Toris didn't think to identify it but knew it wasn't American or like his own. The girl's high voice however ended up startling him and sounded rather close behind. He turned his head to look back only to crash into a towering adolescence who looked about seventeen. They both let out a grunt in surprise and Toris looked up apologetically to the one taller than him.
"Эй, watch it," the other almost shouted in a thick Russian accent.
He was about to apologize when he noticed that the teen had a cat rested around his shoulders like a fluffy white scarf with a dark masked face, socks and tail. The Russian rubbed his cat's chin rather fondly while rubbing his cheek on its head. The feline purred affectionately.
"I-I'm very sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you," Toris tried to yell over the packed subway. The Russian stared thoughtfully at him as if they might have met before. His hair was short and a very washed out blonde and eyes were shallow pools of icy blue-gray. He didn't look upset anymore and almost child like despite his age.
"You should be apologizing to Sweet Honey," he said. "She was resting comfortably until you showed up and woke her."
"I'm very sorry," Toris said again, his voice wavered a little. Even though he wasn't an obvious threat, this tall, younger gentleman was a little intimidating. Toris slowly pushed past quietly and said his departing words. "Please excuse me, I have to go."
The Russian stranger watched him go like a perched eagle that spotted prey. It sent chills up the other's back as he once again hurried off. Toris couldn't wait to get away not bothering to hear what the girl with long dark blonde locks said as her eyes also trailed after the running-late man in a narrowed glare.
As if it couldn't get any worst, the rest of the way to work was horrifying. There were several other places that he saw teenagers swinging their bodies and tossing limbs about wildly in freestyle to music and every time, every single one he walked past, they stopped and stared directly at him. At first he looked over his shoulders to see if they were looking at something else, but the attention was meant only for him. Some of them appeared friendly somehow knowing his name and tried to invite him over while others seemed to glower uncertainly. At first Toris just continued to walk by ignoring all of it, but the pressure increased as more of them peeked over and he ran. He didn't relax to catch his breath until he was in the elevator, up on his way to the office where he would spend most hours of today. Toris couldn't imagine what that was all about and tried to push the thought away. There was paperwork that needed to be signed, phone calls to make, and faxes to be sent. What a wonderful day this was going to be.
Author's Notes: Chapter one of this really long fanfic sort of thing I wrote relating to Hetalia because I used Lithuania/Toris Laurinaitis and Poland/Feliks Łukasiewicz. All other characters in the story are made up and it's sort of like a "what if" sort of story. I really need to finish my other one I've been working on that actually happens before this story. This one is sort of a follow up. I don't know if I will continue to post since this is sort of an experiment also to understand how uploading stuff works.
There probably are still some errors, but I wouldn't mind if people pointed them out. Any help is appreciated.