Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Or Lithuania or Poland. Though I so wish I did. :)

"Liet~ Liet! Are you, like, home?" Feliks called into the Lithuanian house.

The house was eerily silent, which came as a great alarm to Feliks. Toris, his Liet, was always listening to traditional Lithuanian music, or even sometimes American or Polish music, while cleaning the house and cooking something in the oven. A frown crossed his features as Feliks entered the house, continuing to call out to Toris.

"Feliks.." A soft, raspy voice called from a closet as he started to walk down the hall.

"Liet?" Feliks replied, spinning around multiple times to try and see his best friend.

Toris had a hard time calling out to his lover, head resting against the wall inside of the closet that he had been left in for at least twenty-four hours. Instead of attempting to call out again, Toris used the little strength he had left to punch the closet door, startling Feliks.

"LIET? What the hell are you-" Feliks was unable to finish his sentence as he flung open the closet door, reveling a bloody Toris.

Toris was lying up against the wall, half alive. It was obvious to Feliks that Ivan must have come by, judging by his lover's broken bones and multiple injuries, too many for the polish man to even count.

"Oh... my... god..." He mumbled under his breath. "Liet, we need to get you to a hospital, like now. Hold on, okay? I'll go call an ambulance!"

Before Toris could protest his Feliks had run off down the hall into the kitchen and was frantically trying to explain to the Lithuanian Police that he needed an ambulance, and fast. His broken Lithuanian, from the little bit he had been taught, made Toris chuckle internally.

"Okay, they're on their way!" Feliks called to his lover, rushing back to his side.

"T-thanks..." Toris was able to mutter before he passed out.

"Liet? Liet? Cholera Boga*!" He shouted, pulling the brunette as close to him as carefully as he could, counting each and every minute until the ambulance finally showed up.

The next half hour was all a blur to Feliks, though he remembered having to tell the EMT's that he was the Lithuania's husband, not that he minded of course, to be able to accompany his best friend and lover in the ambulance and in the hospital room. Even now, seeing Toris hooked to so many machines, and doctor's coming in and out every few minutes, Feliks still hadn't come to terms with the fact that this was anything more than a nightmare, some sick twisted dream he would wake up from any minute now.

With a sigh, he laid his head on Toris' bedside, his hand still gripping Toris', whispering repeatedly in Polish to wake up. This was all to much for the polish man, after all this was the first time he had seen his Toris in weeks. It shouldn't have to be like this, why did Ivan have to ruin everything?

"F-feliks?" A voice mumbled from somewhere above him.

"Liet?" His head shot up, looking at his lover. He was greeted by a small smile, and those dazzling green eyes.

"Oh my god you're awake!"

The loud outburst, however expected, made the Lithuanian wince, "Yes."

"Dzięki Bogu*! I thought I was going to lose you!" Feliks smiled brightly, though Toris could see the tears that still rested in the corners of his lovers eyes.

"Oh Feliks.." A cough, then a wince. "You'll never... lose me..."

"I have before though, Liet! Russia totally doesn't know when to leave you alone! Doesn't he understand that you're, like, mine?"

"I know... he doesn't." Toris sighed, lowering his eyes to view where his left arm lay in a cast, carefully resting against his chest.

"And don't even get me started on that America! Ugh, he totally pisses me off sometimes!" Feliks continued, much to the displeasure of his lover.

"Hey, Mr. America had nothing to do with this!" Another wince.

"Hmph, bet he did. Smug ass bastard can't stand to know that you're mine." Came the response, as the polish man turned away the slightest bit.

"I am no ones, I'm not a prize!" Toris suddenly exclaimed, making Feliks jump.

"Liet... I like totally didn't mean -"

"Spare me, Feliks. I know exactly what you meant." The Lithuanian responded fairly bitterly, closing his eyes and settling into the bed.

"I... I guess I'll leave you be for now then, if that's like, how you want to be." Feliks sniffled, tears starting to reform in his eyes.

"Feliks..."

"No, Liet. I'll just come by later, or something." And before another word could be said, Toris was left all alone.

*1 Cholera Boga = God dammit

*2 Dzięki Bogu = Thank God