Okay, this is pretty much my first Hetalia Fanfiction. It's probably a fail, because I was sitting in front of my dinosaur computer and was like: "I NEED TA WRITE A HETALIA FIC!" And this was born. Excuse the crappy-ness, it was written at about 10pm, and it wasn't written on a sheet of paper before it was typed. I'll see how this goes to see if I should keep doing this more often. Oh God, I'm blabbing away like Finland. Onto the story, I hope you enjoy it! This is probably one of my TP's (I can't call it OTP, I've got more than one :3) Oh, and after typing for about 40 minutes, I decided to make this a chaptered fic, because it's a bit epic. Lastly, I need a NAME FOR IT! Persons will be credited :3 It shall be called: Insert crappy title here until I find a better one forever, unless I get some feedback :3


Before I forget, I don't own Hetalia. If I did, France and Spain would be paedophiles, Germany and Italy would be married, Hungary and Austria would have never come to be, Canada would be awesome with Prussia...Need I say more?

"I'm still into wonder why I'm still awake. Am I hungry...? No, not at all. Is my stomach angry, or something? No, not that I know of... It's 3:21am...I have work to do tomorrow... Why am I not sleepy yet? America-kun would be so annoyed if I was rude, snappy, and irritable to him when I have to help him tomorrow...Maybe I should just turn over...No, that didn't work..."

My thoughts were racing like an out-of-control racehorse. I tried to calm myself, but it didn't help. If I could just phone him, right now... That would probably help... I just want to make sure he's okay and all... "Y-yeah, I should totally do it," I whispered to myself, climbing out from under my covers to get to the small telephone mounted on the wall.

My hands were shaking. What if America-kun woke up while I was making the call? Would he send me out? Or maybe just take out the phone instead? I brought up the nerve to grab the phone and bring it up to my ear. "N-now, what was his number...?" I whispered, still fidgeting. I nearly screamed when I heard a loud crack of wood, as if someone was coming towards me. But it was just another one of those "it's an old house, it's going to make those creepy noises" type of thing. I drew a shaky breath, trying to remember that number. "2...7...2...4...6...8...3...2...2...2...1.." I recited, slowly turning the dial as I did so.

The other side rang about 4 times, before a familiar voice ran through my ear. "Mmm...Hello?" He answered. It sounded like he was eating his favourite food or something. "H-hi Poland...It's me." I whispered, sounding a bit too excited. "Ah! I haven't heard from you in a while, my sweet. Like, close your bedroom door, will ya?" He said, taking a pause to let me fill his order. I walked up to my wooden door, taking a look across the hall to see America, passed out on his bed. I don't even think a bomb would wake him up at this hour. I quietly shut the door, and rebelling out, locked it. I couldn't take any chances, now could I?

I walked back to the phone, taking it in my hand and walking it over as far as the cord would let me. "S-so, how have you been?" I finally said, snuggling down onto the corner of my bed. "Oh, I've been missing you. You're all I've been thinking about, you know. Nothing else goes through my mind anymore. Like, what about you? How have you been?" I nearly froze up at those words. Poland and I were friends. Good friends, actually. However, with him being a cross dresser, and I being a worrywart, we were pretty much opposites when it came to personality traits. "I...I guess I've been fine...How has Russia been? And Belarus...?" I asked, trying to answer his question without sounding like a complete joke. "Russia? You're like, asking about RUSSIA?" He spat into my ear, sounding a bit annoyed. I scratched my head. What was wrong with asking about Russia?

"W-was I not supposed to...?" I sounded a bit worried. "That's not like you. To ask about your abuser... Has something happened, Leit?" He sounded more worried than I did. " I...I need to confess, Poland...I love you...I always have...And always will..." My mind chanted. "Leit..? T-Toris..?" "Huh..? Oh, sorry, Poland, I-" "Toris, I needa like, say something..." Poland had just interrupted me. Typical Poland. "S-sure, go ahead..." I could feel my palms start to get sweaty, and my heart beat just a little bit faster. "W-well...I think I..." He paused, took a bit of a nervous gulp, and moved his phone to his other ear. "I think I might love you...Toris..." He whispered into my ear. Well, it seemed that way, with us being on telephones and all. I sat there, my heart beating wild, a million butterflies screaming in my stomach. "A-are you there, Toris..?" He gently breathed. I had realized that we haven't really said anything for the past two minutes.

"I...I lo-" I was cut off by the sound of my doorknob turning, and the door being unlocked. I nearly screamed, staring in darkness at the direction of the door. America turned on the light, looking straight at me with angry eyes. "Why the hell are you awake, Lithuania? It's almost 4:00 in the morning! You should be getting up to start the coffee brew! And what is that in your hand? Who the fuck are you talking to?" He yelled, his hating eyes piercing me. "I...Um, I w-" "That's what I thought. Hand it over. Let me talk to this person!" I tried to hand the phone to him, but it couldn't reach to the door. "Don't be so fucking prude, hand it over!" He yelled, getting even angrier. I could feel tears burning on the rim of my eyes. "HAND IT THE FUCK OVER, OR I SWEAR TO GOD YOU WILL REGRET THIS!" He yelled, clenching his fists and walking towards me. I felt one tear fall, but that didn't matter to me right now. I was too busy trying to find a way out of this.


A/N: Well, sorry for the cliff-hanger, but I've been writing for about an hour. I feel like I'm going to pass out, and drool isn't good for a keyboard. I don't really know how this story turned into this. It was normally supposed to be a short and sweet Switzerland and Austria story, but it turned into this. 0.0 Awkward, right? I don't exactly know where I'm going with this just yet. I'm going to need your feedback on it though. Oh, and sorry for the very not-awesome America. I just needed something bad to happen for some reason, and that's pretty much what came to mind. I don't know how he found out he was awake just yet, but I literally jump out my chair when I'm typing a FF or something, and I heard the doorknob start to turn, or a knock at the door. I'm not exactly fluent in Valley Girl, and I tried my best about it. I think I might've messed up Poland's pet name to Lithuania. Sorry if they seem a bit OOC, I'm working on it. Please review, I need some feedback on if I should write more of these no-papered stories. Oh, and before I forget, (again) I need a spell check on the word PEDOPHILE. Is it pedophile, or paedophile? Because that word will be in some new stories *HINT HINT HINT* The person (or the people) who tell me how to spell it will be credited! Thanks again for reading!