Feliks stood, running out of his government's building. He was screwed if he didn't get to Liet in time. Very screwed. He saw it on the news. Vilnius was in panic and chaos. Ivan was trying to get at Liet again. His Liet. Toris was his boyfriend. Ivan wasn't allowed to have him back.

Feliks was going faster than a Polish man should ever go, especially in his angry state of mind. The things he would do to the Russian if he even laid a finger on Toris were unthinkable.

Feliks's driving skills were….bad enough as it was, and now that he was angry as fuck, Feliks literally would not obey a single driving law. Not that anyone would, or rather, could, stop him. He probably ran over a few people on his way to Toris's house and when he got there, Ivan's big, ugly, black car was there.

He could hear Toris screaming at Ivan to go away and that's all it took for Feliks to burst through the door.

The scene upon which he burst in on was worse than expected. In Ivan's hand was a syringe full of some sort of vile poison, probably. Toris was bleeding horribly and Ivan was holding him down at his neck, trying to inject poor Toris. There was blood…everywhere almost. It appeared Ivan had gotten hold of Toris's favorite butcher knife.

Feliks was not standing for this. He jumped onto Ivan and got him away from Toris, sucker punching him in the face. Feliks may not look it, but he is strong if you anger him enough and threaten his loved ones.

Ivan chuckled insanely, pinning Feliks underneath him. Toris curled up in the corner of his kitchen, shying away from the fighting, memories flooding back into his mind, disturbing him.

Feliks struggled under the weight of the Russian when he saw Ivan go for a knife. Now, countries can't die, but they can go into comas, never really a good thing.

Feliks screamed out when he felt the Russian stab his shoulder. He heard Toris whimper loudly and it was right then he knew how to get out of this.

He pushed up and over to the right with all his strength, rolling the Russian and him over. He punched the Russian as hard as he could in the head, which was pretty hard. Ivan was disoriented long enough for Feliks to get away and grab the gun Toris kept in the top right hand drawer of the desk that he had.

A good amount of blood ran from Feliks's shoulder, enough to make some of the strongest stomachs vomit. He had always been a heavy bleeder. Never bothered him much.

Ivan grinned, standing up and facing Feliks. Feliks never learned how to truly fire a gun, but he could bluff and try. It was to protect Toris after all.

Ivan chuckled again. He took his pipe and literally just smacked the gun from Feliks's hands. The pipe then collided with Feliks's head and he suddenly felt himself slipping away.

It was Toris's scream that brought him back. He struggled to his feet, against the wall. He oriented himself and saw Ivan trying to drag Toris out. He growled and tackled the Russian, once again saving Toris.

He himself was not safe, however. He barely had time to tear the pipe away from the Russian when Ivan's fist collided with his gut and sent him spiraling back. He hit a wall hard and Ivan's hand was on his neck, strangling him. He tried to kick and claw at Ivan to get him off but it wasn't working and he was running out of air. If he passed out, Ivan would surely take Toris.

Right before Feliks passed out, Ivan's own pipe, which was being wielded by Toris, collided with his head. Ivan backed up and Feliks slid down to the floor. He coughed hard and spurred when he felt Toris comfortingly kiss his forehead quickly and then defend them both from Ivan's attacks.

A little bit later Ivan chuckled, grabbing the pipe and ripping it from Toris's hands roughly. That's when Feliks got up and stood in front of Toris, beating Ivan into the floor.

"Get the fuck out of here, Rosyjski prostytutka[Russian whore {Polish}], or I will torture you so badly you'll wish you were never created by matka Ziemia[Mother Earth {Polish}]," Feliks said, cracking his knuckles. "If you ever show up here again, I'll rip your dick off and shove it down your throat, rip your nipples off, tie you naked to a tree, uproot that tree, and parade you around Warsaw like the pathetic Nisko kurwa[ Low down whore {Polish}] you are."

Feliks words seethed venom into the Russian and he got up, pointing his pipe at Toris then Feliks, then lowering it. "I'll be back," he said in the childish tone that made Toris shiver.

As soon as he was gone, for sure, Feliks dropped to his knees, kissing Toris's face all over.

"Przykro mi; tak mi przykro [I'm sorry; I'm so sorry {Polish}]. Aš tave myliu; aš atsiprašau [I love you; I'm so sorry {Lithuanian}]."