Alright so I'm remaking this shiz xD I also might have accidentally deleted the original post while trying to update, sorry to all the lovely reviewers xP
Chapter two is the one I did some major updates, this one will just be some light spelling checks :)
Warnings: PolLit; if you do not ship, then get off, fluff, some USUK, Cisgender-bending, BL aka BoyLove or shonen-ai, or as some others call it; light/fluffy yaoi, and human names, it's not humanverse though.
Disclaimer: *looking though the Hetalia mangas* Darn it, it looks like I don't own Hetalia...Well not yet~ ;)
Summary: "Arthur I need you to turn me into a woman as soon as possible." The Polish blond said calmly as the English nation sprayed tea everywhere. "What?!" Arthur practically yelled out in surprise and wondering if he heard wrong.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Toris said as he lean on the palm of his hand and gazed at the lovely Natalya, she was oblivious to the brunette nation's love filled gaze as she sat next to her brother and kept her arms around his arm; she kept softly muttered "Marry me, marry me, marry me." Repeatedly at the tall Russian nation who just wanted to get away from her. Feliks brush some hair out of his face as he looked at his Lithuanian friend and sighed, he looked at the blond (most likely crazy) woman by the name of Natalya then at Toris.
"Like Omg! How could like that? She is so like, into her brother that it's gross." Feliks said honestly as he nibbled on a chocolate covered cookie stick that Japan had sold him, The Japanese man called them Pocky. The Polish boy didn't really care what they were called, that they were really good.
"Hey Tori, you wanna a Pocky?" Feliks asked trying to get the brunette's attention away from the insane blond woman and onto him.
The Lithuanian nation turned to the blond boy with confusion written on his face and looked at the chocolate covered stick Feliks held to lips and munched on, the Lithuanian felt his body temperature rise up as Feliks finished the one he had been eating and pulled another Pocky out of the box, he licked up the chocolate part till his tongue got to the tip and let his tongue linger on the tip, then gently sucked on it till he licked all the chocolate off it.
Toris could feel something hardening between his legs and his face turned a lovely shade of pink; he turned away from Feliks and looked at Natalya. It was strange; he thought he thought he liked her, but nothing she did ever got a reaction from his body...but when he looked at Feliks…
He hazarded a glance back at the blond Polish man, he had chocolate on the side of his mouth; the nation noticed it and wiped it off, but just as soon as Toris thought it was safe to look back at his blond friend, Feliks stuck his tongue out and slowly licked the chocolate off his finger.
Toris thought he was going to be caught then and there, his hands darted to his lap since he didn't want anyone at the meeting to see him like this.
Feliks finished licking the chocolate, oblivious to the discomfort he was causing his friend. He turned to see the Lithuanian man looking down at the table with his face glowing red like a traffic light; he put the box of pocky down and got closer to the brunette nation.
"Hey Tori, are you like okay?" He asked angled his head to see Toris's face, the Lithuanian man winced and looked over to where the voice was coming from, but that was the worst he could right now since Feliks's face was: 1. really close to his, 2. Still had chocolate on his face, and 3. His worried expression was so genuine, innocent, and cute that it should have been illegal!
It took all of his might to not attack the Polish man and kiss him right then and there, it was really unlike Toris to feel like this but it was something about the Polish man that drove him mad; when Ivan had first separated them was the first time Toris realized he had feeling for Feliks. He couldn't stop thinking about him and wishing to be back with him; him and his crazy fashion sense, valley girl accent, soft blond hair that was always perfect no matter what he was doing and-well you get the idea, don't you?
Before the Lithuanian nation could respond Feliks pressed their forehead's together, Toris sucked in a breath as he felt Feliks so close, he could see ever detail of the blonde's face; his long, thick lashes since the Polish nation's eyes were shut, smooth, flawless skin, and the faint flower-y scent that lingered on his skin. Feliks opened his eyes and looked at Toris; the brunette could just stare into the bright, vivid green eyes of his best friend, they were enchanting and captivating.
"Hm…like you don't have a fever but your face is really red." He said calmly though inside his mind it was going a mile a minute, he had done this one a whim and without thinking, now he was somewhat regretting his decision.
They awkwardly and silently moved apart and sat back down as they kept listening to whoever was talking at the moment; Feliks looked over and noticed the pocky he had abandoned before. He picked the box up and nudged Toris; the brunet looked over and saw the box the blond was holding up to him, he smiled slightly and took one. After that the rest of the meeting went silently, which made the two nations thankful.
The meeting ended and the rest of the nations started to exit the room and a few lingered back talking to other nations, Feliks silently picked up his notes and sighed. Throughout the whole meeting his mind had kept replaying the same embarrassing moment he had with Toris over and over, it was hopelessly cute and kind of romantic like some of the cute scenes in Japan's manga books. Feliks ran a hand though his hair as he tried to make his heartbeat calm back down, he always had liked Toris more than friends should like other friends, and even cried himself to sleep the first few weeks Ivan took Toris away; he hated the fact he had to force himself to act so nonchalant when the Russian nation dragged Toris away.
He pulled himself out of his depressing memories when he walked out of the meeting room and looked around for Tories; his blood ran cold when he noticed the brunet talking to Natlya, Feliks waited until the mentally unstable blonde woman had finished talking, and left he then approaching the Lithuanian man. "What was tall, crazy and creepy talking to you about?" The Polish man asked as he came up behind the Toris with his arms crossed over his chest. The brunet jumped a little at Feliks's voice; he turned to look at his friend as he smiled slightly hide the face the blond surprised him.
"Well…um…she kind of invited me to go have dinner with her tonight…Alone, like a date." The Lithuanian boy replied as he rubbed the back of his head, it was a nervous habit of his. Feliks's face fell as he felt his heart shatter, Natalya was going out on a date with Toris. His Toris- no, he wasn't Feliks's; not anymore. The Polish boy resisted the urge to just slap the Toris and start crying like an idiot while confessing his love for the brunette. '[i]I have got to stop borrowing sappy, romantic manga from Japan.[/i]' He thought to himself as the scene unfolded in his mind. Toris was looking at him strange; Feliks knew he had to say something, anything to his friend.
"Like Be careful you don't get like stabbed by her, she might want to eat you for dessert." Feliks muttered with a weak, dry, fake laugh, he tried to suppress the tears that prickled the back of his eyes, but they were fighting hard to get out.
"I've got to go…I totally left my hair straighter on, bye!" With that the Polish boy quickly turned away as the tears already had broken though his resistance and started falling, he glanced back at Toris for a split second before sprinting out of the building as quickly as he could.
The Lithuanian nation was left behind confused and strangely feeling like he did something wrong, had he? He sighed as he turned around to find Ivan so they could leave; his face was met with soft-ish but also solid enough. Toris stepped back and looked up only to meet with cheerfully cold violet eyes; the shivering that started coursing through the Lithuanian could rival Raivis's.
"Comrade Toris, da." Ivan said as he looked down at the brunette who just tried his best to give him a smile as he looked up at him; he hoped Ivan didn't notice the face plant he had done against the Russian's chest.
"Oh…Hello Ivan, I was about to go looking for you. Are we going back home soon?" The Lithuanian man asked as he did a rather amazing job keeping his voice steady.
"Yeah but first, I heard from a little shaking blond birdy that you are going to go out with my little sister, Natalya." Ivan said with a gleeful tone, a violently shaking Latvian boy peeked out from the wall behind Ivan, he gave the Lithuanian man an apologetic look before ducking back behind the wall.
Toris sighed but nodded at the Russian man's statement, Ivan just smiled, but the creepy dark aura grew around him; the Lithuanian was ready to run if the scarf started moving on it's own.
"Okay, have fun and enjoy a break, but if you break her heart or she doesn't enjoy the date, well. I will have to hurt you very badly, little one; you wouldn't want me to do that would you?" He asked as he placed a hand on the Lithuanian boy's shoulder and smiled creepily gleeful at him, Toris shook like a leaf but shook his head at the Russian man. If someone said Toris feared Ivan, it would be the greatest understatement of their lives, the Lithuanian was terrified of the man; death seemed more comforting than the tall Russian nation.
"Good, I'm glad we understand each other." The Russian said as he let go of the shorter nation and started walking away to go get the others, Toris followed after him, fear and sadness weighted down his heart but mostly fear; his thoughts lead back to Feliks. why had he just run out like that? He seemed sad. The Lithuanian just shook his head, he wanted to be happy about finally being able to have a date with the lovely Natalya but here he was, all he could think of was the Polish boy's sad face when he had glanced back at the brunet.
Toris sighed, he just wanted to just get this day over with, once and for all.
Feliks made it back to his house before completely breaking down; he fell onto his knees right in front of his couch, he quickly buried his face into the seat cushions as he let it all. He let out the pain he had deep inside him out, the pain trapped in his chest. He stayed like this for at least an hour, his legs startled aching and protesting against the position, the blond sniffled before lifting his head up and wiping his eyes clean, Feliks slowly got up from the floor. His legs were half asleep and sore, he knew he would feel the worse of it in the morning.
He sluggishly made his way to his room and just as sluggishly stripped off his clothes until he was down to his underwear. Feliks opened his closet to get some clothes when he noticed the mirror that was hanging on the inside of the door. His eyes seemed dull as he looked at himself in the mirror, taking it in slowly; he laid his hand on the cold glass. What did Natalya have that he didn't; at the moment it was Toris. The Polish boy looked at himself up and down in the mirror, his hand lifted off the mirror and landed on his pale flat chest that was another thing; Natalya was a woman unlike him, Toris liked woman, not men. Feliks slowly got down on his knees and leaned his forehead against the mirror; he shut his eyes and tried to remember the good old days with Toris.
Feliks had only liked one person and that was Toris, which was pretty much impossible to get unless the Polish man had a sex change or some magic fairy came and changed him into a chick.
Wait a minute!
His eyes shot open as he looked up, a sliver of hope crawled into his chest; magic. That was the answer to his problems! Feliks quickly scrambled to get up as quickly as he could, he threw on some clothes, and darted out the door; he swore he created a sonic boom that day.
It didn't take him long to arrive to a mansion style house; it was extravagant to put it simple. Feliks quickly made his way to the door and knocked, at first there was no respond, so he knocked again but a little harder before finally going all out and pummeling the door with all his strength.
"Bloody wanker! Keep your fucking pants on I'm coming!" A voice rang out loudly from inside the house, Feliks quickly took a step back as he waited. A slightly short British man opened the door, he was wearing an apron and held a baking pan with something shriveled and burnt to a crisp in one hand. "Oh Feliks, I thought you were Alfred for some reason, thank goodness it's not him. Would you like a scone?" He said as he held the burnt...things to the Polish boy, Feliks smiled slightly and politely refused, he needed to get on the man's good side. Arthur invited him inside and lead him into the dining room, and even gave him a cup of steaming tea; Feliks accepted it, Arthur came back from the kitchen missing one apron and a pan of 'scones', he sat across from the Polish boy and almost immediately noticed the puffy red eyes.
"What the bloody hell happened to your eyes, you looked you've been crying for weeks!" He exclaimed, Feliks sighed and pressed a hand to his right eye, they were painful and throbbing. "Are you alright?" Came the British man's voice once more, he leaned forward a little like he was going to get up.
"Arthur…I need to ask you for a favor." The Polish nation said softly as he removed his hand and stared down at the tea in front of him, Arthur just leaned back a little and waited for Feliks to continue. "I heard you could do magic; cast spells and curses, stuff like that." He started off as Arthur nodded slightly and sipped at his tea. "I need you to turn me in a woman as soon as possible!"
Arthur's eye widened before spraying out the tea he had been drinking, he started coughing violently while pounding on his chest. Feliks looked shocked and unsure about what to do as he just watched the English man coughing his lungs up; he waited until Arthur stopped choking on his tea before speaking. "Are you alright?" A part of Feliks wanted to laugh, the looked hilarious and cool.
"Feliks…why would you…want that?" Arthur asked between coughs, he cleared his throat and finally settled back down; it was now the Polish boy's turned to speak, but he couldn't when he thought of the reason for this decision. He bowed his head down as the tears started coming back out, Arthur suddenly felt really guilty for asking; of course this was something personal.
"Please Arthur, I'm asking you as a friend not as a nation...My reasons are my own; I don't want to have to go beg to Wales or Lukas." Feliks replied softly as the tears fell onto his lap, Arthur looked at the Polish boy as if he was studying something strange creature; he was quiet before finally speaking.
"This is because of that Lithuanian chap, isn't it?" The English man asked casually as if asking about the weather, Feliks was a surprised; was it that obvious? Slowly he nodded at the question but didn't lift his head back up. Arthur thought for a second as his gaze landed back on the crying blond nation, he didn't want to do this. He hadn't done serious magic for a while now so anything could happen; but seeing Feliks crying like this reminded him very much of someone Arthur once sighed as he silently got up and left the room. Feliks squeezed his eyes shut, yup Arthur had given up on him; now he had to go begging to Lukas or Wales. Was this that hard to do, he started feeling nervous about it. The Polish boy wiped his eyes with his sleeve before getting up to leave, he didn't feel like finishing his tea.
"Where do you think you are going, you git?!" The English voice came from the doorway, the English nation came walking in with a huge brown leather book under his arm; he laid it on the table before opening it up. "This was my mother's spell book, I haven't used it in centuries." Arthur muttered as he started looking through it. Feliks smiled before quickly hugging the nation. "Oy, stop! I'm trying to find something here!" The English man but his words held no vinegar. The Polish boy let go and stepped back, he was still smiling as he sat back down and sipped at his lukewarm tea, he watched Arthur search though the book as the nervousness built.
"Alright, I guess this will do." Arthur said as he read the page over against and scanned it from top to bottom to make sure he understood, Feliks jumped up and went over to the English nation, he peeked over the shorter nation. The page looked ancient and was delicately decorated with old English designs, there was an incantation on the right with a drawing of a body and what seemed like a flash of lightning or something like that; Arthur wasn't going to try and kill him...right?
"What does it say?" Feliks asked quietly and got a startled yelp from the English man in response, the Polish boy back up slowly before quickly going over to Arthur's right side, but he still peeked at the book.
"It's a faerie spell, it is a spell that changes a person's body for 24 hours; it's the only one that will give you the body you want without any harsh side or after effects, maybe some fainting and dizziness, but I think that's about it. If you want this to become permanent you must get Toris's kiss before midnight. Yeah I know this sounds very fairy tale tale like, reason why it's called a Faerie spell, but it's the only option you have unless you want one with serious side or after effects like-" Arthur flipped to another page before looking over it. "-A sudden and uncontrollably urge to eat ones lover or lovers, or-" He flipped to another. "-Turning into a giant one eyed toad before exploding or turning inside out."
Arthur looked away from the book and turned to a more than slightly green Feliks. "No thank you, Arthur. I'm good with the first one." Then it hit him, Feliks had a chance to finally be with Toris; this was real! "Oh my god! Thank you Arthur, I owe you like the whole freaking world; I promise I will repair it anyway I can." The Polish boy said as he wrapped the English man into a tight hug, Arthur smiled as he gently patted Felik's back.
"It's nothing really but Feliks-" Arthur gently pulled away from the other nation so they were face to face with each other, The English man had a very serious look on his face as he looked at the energetic, puffy-eyed blond and held him by the shoulders. "I do not think this is the answer to your problems, you're running away from it by hiding in a fake body that does not belong to you. If Toris really loves you, he loved you no matter what gender you are. Love is blind. It is sweet and painful, the most amazing and painful things in the world wrapped up in a person, especially when it is true love." Arthur said as he looked at the Polish boy who's eyes were already growing wet.
"I always have loved Alfred and it broke my heart when he went to war with me for independence, and when we finally put that behind us I tried to tell him how I really felt, and that was when I saw him with someone else. They looked happy together and so I kept telling myself that it was suppose to be like that…but no matter how much I told myself that, I couldn't stop loving him; so the night they broke up I went over to his house and told him how I felt about him, and now-"
"Artie! Check out this awesome cool rocket my boss made!" A yell echoed though the house from outside of the house, Arthur shut his eyes before letting out a soft growl.
"-We are inseparable. Umm…I'll be right back." He got up before heading to the door, he opened it and walked out before shutting it behind him before hearing him yelling at Arthur for his freaking horrible timing, and how he was so loud he heard him coming across the sea! This left Feliks sitting there thinking about what the English man had said; could Toris really love him just the way he was, male junk and everything?
Arthur came back lively bickering with Alfred, Feliks smiled at them both, and they were like an old married couple.
"Feliks!" Alfred yelled as he took the blond into a tight, bone crushing hug, emphasis on the bone crushing; he was strong enough.
"Alfred…I like…can't breathe…!" Feliks choked out and was quickly released from the vice like huge; he smoothed out his shirt and looked at the English nation.
"Thank you for your, like really wise words, but I totally still want to go though with it." The Polish boy said with a sad smile. "I have a plan, so don't like worry about me." Arthur looked into the other blond's hopeful bright green eyes, he smiled before nodding.
"Alright, it is your decision, I'll have to contact Wales to help me up with the spell, but it should be fairly fast and simple." Arthur replied as he took a deep breath, looks like he would have something to do now.
Feliks smiled as he thought about the spell, maybe it was a solution, maybe now; he was willing to try. Alfred looked between the other two blonds before shrugging he had no clue what was going on, and he didn't mind. He was hungry now so he turned to his English lover.
"Artie, I want Mickey D's!" He said as he practically draped himself over his slightly shorter blond lover, Arthur's face turned pink as he struggled under the American's weight.
"Get off me, you bloody American twit!" He yelled but there was nothing truly angry behind those words, it was just how it always was. Feliks smiled as he watched them, he wondered if he and Toris would be like that; well less fighting and name calling obviously, but would they complete each other like Alfred and Arthur did?
Feliks could imagine and dream, couldn't he? Nobody could stop him in his own mind.