A/N: This is written for a prompt from hetalia-plot-bunnies on Tumblr. The exact prompt is:

Poland seems like an average happy flamboyant teenager, but really he's hiding the scars from bullies(Germany and Prussia)Lithuania is also very abused by his step-brother, ivan, and he can tell poland his hiding something, so he tries to figure it out. (Depression, cutting, ect) LietPol preferably a human AU/human names.

So here it is, be happy. I'll write more later. Thank you for your wonderful support. And if you REVIEW I will review one of your stories!

The blood stained the bandage red as he wrapped it around the scarred arm. It stood out starkly against his pale skin, tears spring to his eyes. He loved his best friend Toris and couldn't stand to lose him. So he lied, said that the bandages were from when he fell down the stairs, or a cut from when he was chopping potatoes in the kitchen. And no one knew and Feliks liked it that way.

Each and every day the bullies would torment him. The would hurt him, slam him against the walls, beat him. The called him a fag, a trannie, a crossdresser, and Feliks tried so hard, he tried to ignore it. But eventually, eventually it became too much. Snapping a rubber band against this wrist was no longer enough, so he cut, and he knew, he knew he was killing himself, but he just couldn't help it.

He knew Toris wasn't in the best of situations. He knew his best friend didn't eat lunch because he just didn't have the money. He knew that his family was going through hard times, so he gave the other boy half his lunch, gave him everything he could, because he could feel them pulling away from reality, only holding on by a string of hope and desperation.

Sometimes he couldn't take it any longer and he went to the bathroom and bled out. Sometimes it was almost too much and the two of them would stand together wishing for something more. And then there was the rare occasion where they would get a pack of ciggies from Abel and light up together, just enjoying each others company, the comforting silence only best friends could have.

There were other days. Days where Feliks couldn't stand the thought of cutting, much less lighting up. Those were more often than not days where Toris was in the best of moods and it was more like their relationship years before, when they were as carefree and happy as the wind. But good days can never last and they'd go home elated, breaking later through the sad reality. And blood would drip again.

He was worried. Though he was always worried, Toris rarely worried like this about his best friend. Feliks always always so happy and flamboyant, loving himself and the world. But then something changed. Something seemed forced, seemed off. Toris ignored it for a month but it didn't waver, so he began to worry.

It was another thing on his long list of worries. There was the fear Ivan would hurt his brothers. There was the fear someone would find out about Ivan, not only a fear, but also a hope. There was the fear that he'd just starve to death, waste away. And there was the fear that Feliks would leave him. Because he really didn't deserve him.

The Polish boy would gave him half his lunch without rest. The boy who offered a smile to everyone. The boy that would fake a smile for everyone else to be happy. Toris really didn't think he deserved him.

He was an abused boy forging his way through life on scholarships and hope and Feliks. Feliks was happy and wonderful and so much better in every way. But now, Toris wasn't so sure. Because something was wrong with Feliks. And he was going to find out what it was.