The next chapter's up! Finally!

Sorry I haven't updated as fast as I wanted to, but I've been having some problems with uploading, so cut me some slack.

I want people to know that not all the stuff in the story is historically accurate (because if you really look hard you'll see I wrote that Lithuania was in a concentration camp in 1941 and the Nazis didn't start deporting them until 1942 for most, plus all the stuff the reviews pointed out, so yeah). Plus I forgot to do the disclaimer. (She doesn't, and unfortunately never will, own Hetalia).

I know, I like such a scatter-brain, but that's because I am. So lets just read the story.

As much as I, like, loved playing with my little sister, I really wanted to find out what was behind that fence.

"Wielki Brat, you seem distracted," Aleksandra said.

"It's just what's behind the fence..." I said.

"Feliks, you heard Mama, don't go near the fence,"

I stood. "I'll be back," I headed toward our brick fence.

"Feliks, if you're going to where I think you're going, I'm telling!"

"What would it take you not to tell?"

"Um," My sister thought for a while. "A herbatnik,"

"I can get you that,"

"Okay, I won't tell," My sister said, smiling.

I went through the gate and followed a "path" of slightly flattened plants into the forest behind the house. When it seemed that I had traveled pretty far the forest suddenly opened up and I was face to face with the barbed wire fence.

The fence was about eight or nine feet tall and too wide to see from my point of view. There was also a horrible smell coming from behind the fence, one I recognized as being the one my family and I smelled when we first came here, only now it was a whole lot more powerful.

"Oh," Oh indeed.

"Hey!" Someone yelled. I looked over and saw a boy was looking at me from behind the fence. The boy was about my age, had shoulder-length brown hair, about the same length as mine, and was wearing dirty gray clothes that looked more like old potato sacks than anything else. I went over to him.

"W-who are you?" I asked.

"Toris, who are you?"

"F-feliks,"

"You stutter a lot,"

My mouth fell open. "Do not!" I sat across from him.

There was silence for a while, then Toris said. "Are you a son of the German soldiers?"

"Yes, but my dad's Polish. The Germans forced him to be in the army."

"Oh," Toris looked away.

"Why do you say oh?" I asked.

"I..I..I'm a Jew,"

My eyes widened. From somewhere far off, a whistle blew.

"Dieve, I have to go," Toris stood up.

"But..."

"Just come here tomorrow at noon," Toris started to go.

"Wait! I how do I know you'll be here?" I called.

"I always come here at noon. Bye!"

"Bye!" I stood and left.

Little did I know that exchange would change my life forever.

Is Poland planning to go back? I'm not gonna say. But I will say the translations.

Wielki Brat- Big Brother (polish)

Herbatnik- biscuit (or how Aleksandra uses it, cookie; polish)

Dieve- oh God (Lithuanian)

Please review (so I can fix my story!) Byes!