Hello, I wonder if any of you remember this story. It's a rewrite of the same story with the same title. It was originally written for the kink meme and I de-anoned here. I stopped writing a while back when school started being a bit tough on me. Now that summer has arrived, I can look back and tie up loose ends. Uh…except I suddenly felt that my old writing skills were…lacking. Yea, so I'm going to rewrite everything and hopefully have a more worthwhile plot than go with the floww~ thing I had going.

There are going to be differences from the original, but still similar in plot. To new and old readers alike, I hope you enjoy this story.

Toris should have predicted that his friend would react like this right away. Really, they've practically been friends with each other since they were born. I should've known, he thought to himself miserably over and over again as he sat outside in the waiting room. He had fallen from a pretty great height and Toris wasn't sure which part of him was injured and could only sit there, scared and screaming for help.

Feliks… The tears were on the verge of slipping out now as he bit down on his bottom lip to try to stop them. "I'm sorry," he whispered just as the door to the emergency room opened and the doctor walked out. Sitting across from him, Feliks's mom and dad stood up to go speak with the doctor. Toris sniffed once and he couldn't hold back the tears and the guilt anymore. The doctor's words became covered by the sound of his own sobbing.

Immediately, Ms. Lukasievicz, Feliks's mom, was by his side, trying to calm him down. "I-I'm sorry, Ms. Lukasievicz…" his voice trailed off as it was overcome with hiccups and sobs.

"It's not your fault, Toris," she said softly, "My son was just being an idiot."

"N-No, that's not it!" he managed to sputter out before the hiccups became more violent and shook his whole body. When he finally calmed himself again, he continued, "They said some really mean things to me. And he-he stood up for me. But then they said some-some," his voice wavered again, but this time with anger and frustration, "some worse things to him! So he went to prove them wrong. …He was really brave. But I should've stopped him."

At this point, the doctor stepped in, "If you don't mind me asking, would you tell me the details of what happened? An accident report needs to be filed anyways."

Toris nodded slightly, but he must've started crying harder again because Mr. Lukasievicz stepped in between the doctor and him, "Sir, don't ask of such a thing when he's crying."

"Yes, I apologize. It's really no rush, but I thought I'd ask of him about this. The park officials aren't really happy after all." Feliks's dad nodded and the doctor walked away.

Ms. Lukasievicz sat patting his back soothingly. She realized it must've been a pretty bad scare for a fourteen year old boy to watch his friend fall and nearly bleed to death. "Do you maybe want to tell us first? So you can calm down before you relate the story to the doctor?"

Toris must've been more confident in his nod because Mr. Lukasievicz sat down next to him and both of them looked at him expectantly.

"What the hell is with that face? It's like, totally hilarious!" Feliks said with a smirk as he swung his legs back and forth. He was sitting on a swing at the park, but not swinging. He just let himself stay there and every time his leg movements shifted the swing higher than he can touch the floor, he pushed his weight forward so he was still again.

Toris stared back dumbfounded.

"You have like nothing to say at all?" Feliks blew at his hair, feigning annoyance. The smirk was still on his face though, he was having a bit too much fun making fun of his dear best friend, Liet.

"I…" a blush rose on the Lithuanian boy's cheeks as he scratched his head nervously, "How am I supposed to react to that!" he burst out. He wasn't only embarrassed now; he was angry, and a bit hurt. "In a week you'll be going away to a boarding school for a whole year and you didn't even tell me? Your best friend! You didn't tell me!"

Feliks burst out laughing and the swing teetered back and forth, "Because! I totally wanted to see that frustratingly funny face of yours!"

"Feliks!" Toris couldn't think of a good comeback to this as hard as he tried so he settled for reaching out to hold the swing still and force the other boy to focus on him rather than laughing his ass off.

The grin on Feliks's face slowly fell until it was a small smile, "Actually, I didn't want you to know—"

"Hey!" a voice called from outside the fenced in area of the swing set, "Hurry up, some of us want a turn on the swings too!" The two of them turned and saw a group of boys their age standing by the gate with irritated faces. Toris recognized them. They were from their school, in Toris's class and bullied him every other day. Usually, someone would step in right on the nick of time and Toris got away quickly enough to avoid any trouble with them outside of school.

What are they doing here? I thought they lived at a different neighborhood, Toris thought as he nervously clung to the chains of the swing.

"Oh?" one of the boys from the back spoke up, "Hey! That's Laurinatis!"

Toris swallowed, of course they'd recognize him right away.

The boy standing in the front, the clear leader of their little group, cocked his head to the side before stretching his lips into a sly grin, "Eh? Really? Didn't expect to see you here," he laughed as he took a step forward, "What's up with your pose and that guy? Oh, so on top of being a meek little boy, you're gay too? Is that it?"

"No, I'm not, I'm not…" his voice was quiet and trailed off regardless as color rose to his cheeks for a third time in the past half hour.

"Haha! Not even going to deny it? Gaaaaaaay~" the boy sneered and Toris felt himself shrink back.

Just as the boy was about to reach over and grab Toris to strike him, Feliks sprung up from the seat of the swing and punched the boy in the face, "Like, shut the hell up! Toris is no whimp!"

"Ah, Feliks, stop—"

"The hell is wrong with you?" the boy scooted back slightly before getting up and rubbing his face.

"The hell is wrong with you?" Feliks shot back, "You stupid asses can't probably, like do anything on your own so you pick on the weak!"

"Hey, isn't that Lukasievicz from the other class?" another of the boys from the back piped up.

"Wait, Feliks Lukasievicz? The one who came in a dress for the first week of the school?"

"No way! He really did that? I thought it was just a rumor!"

"What?" the leader of the group of boys was smiling again now, "Seriously? That's him?" he looked over at Feliks again, from head to toe. "Him?" he repeated, chuckling now, "Oh my God! I see it now! So you're actually the gay one!"

"What—"

"Wait," Toris pulled Feliks's arm back before he lunged forward, "Let's not start something in a public park here," he whispered. His eyes darted nervously to see if there were any adults or children around. It would be bad reputation if they started a fight in front of little kids.

Feliks gritted his teeth and glared at Toris then the group of boys before dropping his arm. "Fine, let's go."

"What? Running away? I knew the Polish were pansies. That's why they keep getting defeated by everyone else, right?"

At that, Toris knew it was over. Feliks turned around and jumped on the boy, punching and kicking and causing the rest of the boys to back off slightly. "YOU. TAKE. THAT. BACK!" he shouted at the boy. "And get your history right while you're at it! The Polish totally kicked some awesome ass!"

"Ahh! You guys help me here!" the boy yelled to his group of friends, but they were all a bit frightened by the blonde's sudden aggression.

"Stop, Feliks!" Toris reached out to pull at Feliks, but the other boy didn't budge. It took another five minutes before Toris got them to stop fighting. By then, both were bruised in several places with the bully looking worse for wear. With one last aggressive growl and glare, the two of them left.

"Feliks, what did you do that for? You know better than to fight! You're supposed to walk away! What did you learn in health class?" Toris scolded his friend as they walked down the path that was paved into the hill.

"How to be a sissy," Feliks growled out as he stuffed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie and stomped ahead.

"Exactly—Wait, NO! That's not what we learned at all—" Toris broke off when he realized that Feliks wasn't walking with him anymore. No, he had stopped a few feet behind the Lithuanian and was looking at the tallest tree in the park.

It was pretty famous, that tree. It was the meeting place of many lovers and the place of many harsh break ups. Yea, it was pretty famous for those pre-teens who thought their relationships at age twelve would last till age one hundred.

"Feliks?" Toris called to his friend as he walked over. Before he reached his friend, however, he had darted over behind the tree so that Toris couldn't see him. "Feliks?" Toris hurried over now and walked to the back of the tree only to stare wide eyed at a bobbing blonde head in the midst of branches and leaves, "Feliks!"

"What? Like, stop calling me over and over again," he grunted as he reached for the next thickest branch. Steadying himself, he stood up and reached up on his toes for the next branch. The height was a bit too much for him and he had to really force himself in order to successfully grab hold.

Toris shook his head in disbelief, "What are you doing? You'll fall! Come back down here!"

Feliks didn't reply and for a while, all Toris heard was panting and grunting, "I'm going to show them! I'm going to totally prove that I'm a man! I'm not going to like, let the world call me a sissy! Boys—" he stopped for a gasp of air, "climb trees, right? Totally manly thing to do!"

"No, Feliks! No one thinks you're girly! Please come back down! You're going to get hurt!"

"Not those guys!" he shouted on the top of his lungs. "They're right, I do look girly! All cause Mom wants me to wear like, all sorts of cute dresses and let my hair grow long because I have a totally pretty face! So what! That isn't all there is to me! That's just like, what everyone else thinks! I'm going to show them! I'm going to—AHHH!" he let out a shriek as he lost his footing and fell several feet before he managed to cling to a branch.

"Feliks!" Toris called up in shock. He couldn't see the blonde anymore and he was growing more and more anxious by the minute, "A-Are you alright?"

"Like—I mean, I'm fine! Like I'm going to—I mean, as if I could ever li—ever let something as stupid as that set me back!"

Toris cringed, Feliks was trying to push away his valley girl accent. He could tell.

In the tree above, Feliks pushed himself up on his knees to the branch so he could reach to the next branch freely. His knees were feeling shaky now. He had gotten a few bruises from his fight with the bully earlier and that short fall wasn't without scrapes either.

One shaky hand grabbed hold of the next branch and he grinned with triumph. Shifting one of his knees now, he stood to a proposal position and reached his other hand forward—

Feliks's eyes widened as he felt nothing beneath his legs and the branch above slip from his hands. "AHHHHH!"

Below, Toris had finally felt relaxed that his friend would be alright. Then, he heard Feliks's yell. "…Feliks?" he looked upward right in time to see his friend's body crash in front of him.

"Feliks? Feliks!" he crouched down and shook his friend only to find blood seeping through the blonde's clothes. "Oh my God, Feliks! Feliks!"

"Like, what's wrong with you…stop screaming…my name. It's totally…annoying…" Feliks smirked before the whole world went black.

"What? What were those boys' names? I ought to go teach them a lesson myself!" Mr. Lukasievicz said as he stood up.

"You will do no such thing!" Ms. Lukasievicz responded, "As angry as I am, hurting a child is not an adult's job!"

"It is when a child makes a mistake!"

"They're not our children—"

"Ahem." Both parents turned to look at the doorway where the doctor had returned. "I managed to hear most of that so it won't be necessary for Mr. Laurinatis to tell it again," he shifted a few papers between his hands before walking up to Toris and smiling. "Your friend will be just fine. He was pretty high up, don't get me wrong, but what had really hurt him was a root scrapping across his back. There's a pretty bad gash, but it didn't reach bone or anything. Fortunately, no broken bones. Just a lot of blood loss. We had him on sedatives while we sewed his cut back up so he'll be awake in a couple of hours," he explained.

Toris only nodded blankly and sniffed once.

The doctor then turned to Feliks's parents, "We'll call you immediately when he wakes up. Perhaps you should get something to eat first. It's getting late in to the evening and it's no good to push yourselves that hard. Worry can make a person weary."

They nodded once and the doctor left. Feliks's parents followed and motioned for Toris to follow as well. Toris glanced back at the room once before getting up and walking behind them.

It was nearly midnight when Feliks woke up and of course, his first demand was, "Where is my pony teddy bear? I totally can't sleep without it!"

Toris decided not to point out that he had been sleeping without it the entire time already, "Your parents have already gone to get it."

"Oh, ok!" Feliks said and settled back into the hospital bed with a grin.

"You shouldn't have done that! You really scared me, you know?"

Feliks rolled his eyes, "Worry wart. You're like, going to get tons and tons of wrinkles before you're forty!"

Toris forced a smile and let that slide. He let out a sigh. There was no way he was going to make Feliks feel any sort of guilt for the things he had done. "So…You were saying earlier. You're going to a new boarding school."

"Oh…yea," the atmosphere turned thick all of a sudden and Feliks refused to look at Toris in the eye.

"How long have you known?"

"Um…"

"A month? Two months?"

"…Last November."

"Last November?" Toris echoed, "It's a week before the start of high school! You lied that we were both going to the same school?"

Feliks chuckled, "Totally. And you fell for it."

"This isn't the time to be laughing! This means—! This means…This means I—" Toris took a deep breath as his hands balled up into fists. This wasn't working at all.

"I won't see you for another year starting in five days."

"Which school?" it was a whisper now, but Toris wondered if there was any hope that a new boarding school had sprung out of nowhere in the neighborhood.

"Hetalia's School for Young Men," Feliks said in a steady voice. "You're totally breaking down, Liet. Like, grow a pair."

"Shut up."

"Are you like, going to cry? Those guys are totally going to pick on you again."

"Shut up!"

"You're like, such a weakling! You're like, going to start crying on the first day of school!"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Toris lunged forward and grabbed Feliks by the collar of his hospital shirt, "Do you have any idea what you're putting me through here?"

"Yea, I totally do," he responded with dead serious eyes, "Now let go of me, my back totally hurts."

"Oh, um, sorry…" Toris mumbled and let his friend back down.

Feliks sighed, "There you go again! Weren't you just totally mad at me just now?

Toris sank into his chair with a defeated sigh. His best friend was impossible. Why in the world did they become best friends anyways? Impossible, impossible, impossible! "So what do you want to do for the remainder of the week? You're stuck here for two days. That means we have three left."

Feliks stuck out his bottom lip as he thought for a moment, "I know! Let's paint your room pink!"

"Uh…let's not?"

"Why not? It'll be totally goooorgeous!"

"No. Please, no."