So this is a present for my friend Oscar who rps as my Feliks/Felicia's boyfriend and has put up with my shit for a while. This is probably going to end up being a two-shot, maybe longer, Cause I'm expecting we'll probably continue the rp this is based off of but take a different turn with it, and then we have an rp with an Ivan sorta set up so—Yeah, I don't know.
"TORIS TORIS TORIS TORIS TORIS!" Felicia ran and tackled her boyfriend, knocking him into the wall and unconscious. Felicia sat up on her ankle and frowned, panicking and poking his face repeatedly until his eyes snapped open.
Felicia gave the other a relieved smiled. "Oh, thank God. I totally thought you were like dead… Don't like ever scare me like that ever again!" She huffed and smiled sweetly as the other's eyes snapped to her and glared.
"So you knocked me into the wall." He glared and immediately Felicia knew something was wrong. She sputtered and nodded her head as his eyes narrowed.
"Y-Yeah….I'm totally sorry, Toris, I didn't mean to!" She rubbed at the back of her head with her overly long sleeves and smiled slightly, if awkwardly, at the other.
He glared slightly at the Pole that was his girlfriend and sat up. "Normally, I would kill you for that." He frowned when he saw her move from his lap at to the exact opposite side of the room, ever so casually picking up the baseball bat they kept in the room in case of Ivan before sitting down. "I said normally….not that I would. Not to you." He sighed and stared at her for a bit.
He noticed a slight shiver in the way the bat was moving in her nearly stoic position. He chuckled, maybe a bit darker than she was used to hearing, and looked at her. "You scared, Pole?" He chuckled slightly again, the sight of a pregnant chick like her wielding a bat defensively being almost too funny to him. Almost.
Felicia scoffed. "What would make you think that?" Only Toris could have picked up on the quiver in her voice, she had gotten so good at covering it up. "I'm just….sitting elsewhere." Her valley girl accent had dropped, even.
Toris simply chuckled and got up. "For one, you're not just 'sitting elsewhere'; you're cowering, protecting yourself with a baseball bat meant to smash Ivan's head in should he ever show up." He started walking over to her, his expression dropping to unreadable and emotionless.
Felicia scoffed again and scowled. "I'm not cowering. Only cowards cower! I'm not a coward." She glared slightly. "I'm just….polishing the bat." At that, she started pretending to polish the bat with her sleeve, trying to ignore the other as he knelt down to her level.
"Sure….Give me the bat, Felicia." He frowned slightly when the other hugged it to herself. She really did think he had the coldest heart on the planet when he was like this. No matter how much he wanted to, he wouldn't lay a finger on her.
Felicia clung to the bat, frowning. "Why should I give you the bat…." She frowned, tensing up a bit. She'd only seen him like this once before, in fact, that was the one time she'd seen all the Baltics like that. She was pretty sure it was how they got their independence, by making him shit a brick.
Toris sighed and put one hand on the bat, gently trying to take it from her. "For one, if I let you keep it, you'll hit me with it. Don't argue with me, I know you would, you're tense, scared I'm going to hurt you." He frowned, tugging at it. "And two, I need in case that Russian bastard were to come in."
Felicia's eyes suddenly went wide. She grabbed at the bat but he pulled it from her hands when she loosened up on it and held it over his shoulder. She glared. "Give it back, I need that!"
He sighed and patted her head. "I need it to protect you if he were to show his ugly fucking head." Felicia glared slightly and curled up, avoiding the other's eyes.
"So…I see…" She frowned lightly as the other raised an eyebrow at her. "You don't think I'd be able to protect myself if Ivan came in, do you?" She frowned, letting out a shakily exhale.
Toris nodded his head. "Of course not…. 'Specially under your condition." He sighed and bent down, gently placing his hand over the other's stomach. He looked worriedly at the door. 'I feel like he's going to show up just to spite me.' He sighed, keeping this thought to himself.
"Condition?!" She slapped his hand away and glared at him, puffing her cheeks out angrily before exploding…almost. "I'm pregnant, not diseased." She glared at him slightly.
"I just don't want our child getting hurt." He glared back at her and placed his hand back, the glare still there. He didn't get why she was so pissed off about him wording it that way, the doctor had done the exact same and she was fine!
She slapped his hand away again, glaring. "I'm the damn phoenix of Europe. Like I would let the kid get hurt! It's my kid too; you really think I want to see it hurt?" She huffed, fixing her hair as she talked and glared.
"Still…I want to protect you too." He placed his hand back on her stomach and went to give her a kiss on the forehead.
"Quit that. It's annoying. More annoying than America." Felicia glared at him and narrowed her eyes. She smacked him; the hand and the face. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her, glaring, nostrils flared. She held her chin up.
"At this point, I should knee you. And I would, if you weren't you." She huffed and held her chin up at the other.
"And you, my dear, would be lying on the ground lifeless, broken and bloody if you were anyone else." He glared and released her wrists roughly. She grumbled and looked the other dead in the eye.
"And if you did that, your kid would be dead, too." She curled up slightly, not hugging her knees to her, but they were close enough she could rest her head on them.
"That is precisely why you're not dead right now, laying cold on the floor, bled out." He sighed and stood up to get out of her face. He chose to lean against the wall and look down at her instead. Him pinning her wrists to the wall were as close as he'd ever come to seriously hurting her since the last war they had against each other.
"So the only reason I'm still alive right now is because I have your kid in me right now, I see." She huffed in a slightly tired voice. She peeked up at him while her head was still rested on her knees and she sighed slightly. How is a being so protective but so….violent?
Toris chuckled lightly at her. "Well, that and the fact that I fell hopelessly in love with you." He smiled ever so slightly at her as he saw her relax.
She smiled as he flicked her forehead and then gave the area he'd just flicked a light kiss. "That's….a little comforting I guess. In the least, it's sweet." She nodded and sighed, looking up at where he towered over her.
"Good. It' supposed to be…" Even if he was snapped, he would always have a soft side for the one he loved dearly, especially if she was carrying his child. He sighed; she was the only person who could still get his niceness out in his snapped state.
She sighed and rested her head up against her knees again, her eyes closed. "It's not as comforting as you think…" She yawned a bit, "But it's comforting…"
He looked up at the clock; noting how late it was and opened his eyes in surprise she hadn't fallen asleep yet. It was almost 11 at night… Normally she was asleep by 9:30.
He looked down and saw that she had fallen asleep curled up on the carpeted floor of the bedroom and chuckled ever so slightly, picking her up gently as he could manage in that moment and putting her on the bed.
He spent the night pacing back and forth, watching and waiting. Waiting for Ivan. He had a bad feeling about all of this, like Ivan being Ivan would attack Felicia when she was pregnant with his kid. He frowned and gripped the bat, resisting his frustrated, bloodthirsty urge to beat the nearest living thing ith it for the rest of the night.
A little headcanon Oscar has about the snapping: If you hit the Baltics on the head hard enough to knock them out, it'll snap them. Now, I'm thinking she didn't just change him back because she kinda likes him like that and also because she kind of agrees with the fact that he could protect her better if he was snapped. Just a little thought.