Hi there!

This is the first fanfiction I write in English. English is not my native language so I apologize for possible mistakes and bad writing.

I'm very grateful for the help of my native-English-speaking friend who made it sound less horribly.

Also, this is a historical Hetalia fanfiction, dealing with the fall of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth and involving a lot of characters.

"Yeah, you're a good boy. You're my best." Feliks stroked the nose of his horse with devotion and didn't listen to Toris at all. It was a scene the brunette man knew all too well.

"Would you please listen?" He asked patiently and slowly the other man turned around to him.
"I am listening! What is it that you're making all this fuss about?" Feliks already seemed to be annoyed and bored. It would have been better for Toris to leave now, but he was determined to tell Feliks about his day.

"Katyusha was complaining again." He said one more time.

"This time she is really serious and you should not ignore it. I tried to reassure her, but she would not listen to me at all. She even threatened me with a pitchfork!"

Feliks chuckled at that before rubbing his chin. "Katyusha, you said? Who's that again?"
Toris sighed. Sometimes he could really understand the people who hate Poland very well.
"Russia's sister." He explained. Why could Feliks not remember names? He had already often told him about Katyusha and her demands.

"Ah," Suddenly, a wide grin appeared on Feliks' face. "that girl you always wanted to confess to?"

Toris blushed. "No, that is Natalia; Russia's other sister."

Feliks waved his hand. "He has too many sisters. How am I supposed to remember them all?"
"There are only two." Toris said feeling desperate. Why are their conversations always go in a pointless direction?

"Katyusha is seriously determined to become independent from us. She even gathered troops to fight for her and..."

Feliks interrupted him by snapping his fingers. "Katyusha! You mean the one with the huge breasts?" He patted his own chest as a demonstration.

Toris sighed again. "Yes, exactly. Could you now listen please? It's important. Like I said she has already gathered troops to fight against us."

Feliks frowned and leaned against the barn door. "Why is that?"

"She says she feels oppressed and exploited," Toris explained. "And she is really tired of your-"
But Feliks interrupted him again. "I can do whatever I want, isn't that right? It's my own country after all. And I can reign my country like I want to."

"That's exactly the reason why she wants to be independent." Toris replied tiredly.
Feliks laughed. "But she's just a woman! She cannot be independent- how ridiculous! However, she will calm down again. I don't want to make such a fuss about it. Just let her complain a bit. Is there anything else? I have important things to do."

Like stroking your horse? Toris wondered but he did not say that out loud. He gave up on trying to tell Feliks about the problems they would probably face in the future and decided to handle them himself. Maybe he could calm the storm once more.

In the end, all he said was, "No, that was everything."

He watched Feliks' eyes brighten up. "So actually you're just worrying about something like you always do and in fact everything's fine." He concluded. "Now, could you take care of Józef?"
It wasn't actually a question but an order and still Toris just tried to smile and nodded instead of telling Feliks he should take care of his things on his own.

"Will you at least tell me where your destination is?" He asked. It was still a long time until harvest time. There was no war waging and as far as Toris knew, there wasn't a noble who immediately wanted to see the representative of the country.

"Yes of course." Feliks answered. "I want to go to the blacksmith and pick my new stirrups up. So, see you later."

And he just left leaving Toris with the horse alone. Józef neighed impatiently; he wanted his promised treat. Feliks just spoiled him too much. Sometimes Toris had the feeling Feliks cared more about his horses than about other people.

And because Toris was always so busy with looking after the animals, he could not spend enough time to care about their conflicts with other countries.

Sweden was still a threat. Even Toris was a bit scared of this serious, tall man with the cold eyes. He seemed to dream about ruling over the entire continent and Toris could just hope that he would care more about annexing Denmark than starting a war with the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. It was bad enough that he had forced Eduard and Raivis to join him.

And Toris did not think Katyusha would be content with just complaining, no. She would fight on and on until she got what she wanted. Toris just hopes that Natalia and Gilbert wouldn't start with an uprising as well.

At least Russia did not seem to want another war with them.

Toris fed Józef along with the other animals and then walked back to the house. He could no longer rely on Feliks. He himself had to think of a plan to keep their commonwealth safe.

One historical note on that: The date is Spring 1648, right after the Thirty Years' War.

I know, the prologue was quite short. I still hope you liked it.

Feel free to write me a review or a PM and tell me what you think of it. :D