Chapter 2

Toris got back to his apartment at around 6 and ate his dinner. His apartment was immaculate, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think that no one lived there. Toris sat on the couch trying to distract himself by watching the news. Unfortunately, he just couldn't stop thinking about his date tomorrow. "What should I wear? If I overdress I'll look stupid, but if I under dress, It'll look like I didn't care enough to try to look nice. God, why is this so hard for me it's just a casual date!" Thoughts like these flooded the brunette's mind until he thought he was going to pass out from his nervousness. "I know, I'll call Francis, he's good with these sorts of things." Francis was an old friend of Toris, and if anyone new about how to get ready for a date it was him. He grabbed his phone and began to dial the Frenchman's number.

"Hello?" a groggy Englishman's voice answered. "Don't you know what bloody time it is?"

"Oh hey Arthur. It's me Toris, do you know where Francis is?"

"Oh hello Toris. Sorry for being so short with you, Its just that I was trying to get some sleep."

Worrisome by nature the Lithuanian asked "Is this a bad time? I mean I don't want to be interrupting anything."

"Just a second Toris I'll get him" He heard a Arthur's voice yell something to the effect of "Frog get in here, the phone's for you" Toris had always found those two to be so silly. They lived together and had been dating since God knows when but they still seemed to fight constantly.

"Bonjour Toris" Francis answered happily. "I'm assuming you need some sort of relation ship advice?"

"How did you possibly know that?" It's not like he went out on dates frequently, or at all for that matter.

"Why else would you call me at eleven o' clock. You're obviously worried about a date or something and can't get to sleep." Toris sat at the phone dumbfounded. Was he really that predictable?

"Um yeah, I'm going out on a date tomorrow and I wasn't really sure what to wear." He was so embarrassed to be asking a friend this but hey, Francis was supposed to be some kind of authority on this sort of thing.

"Oh my God! What's the lucky man's name?" Why do people keep making assumption's about me.

"Umm" he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "His name's Feliks and all I really know about him is that he's blond and likes pink."

"Do you mean Feliks Lukasiewicz?" The Frenchman asked.

"Um yeah, I think so" said Toris surprised that he apparently knew the man.

"Yeah, he and I go shopping together a lot. You really don't have to worry that much about getting really dressed up. Just wear a dress shirt or something. I'm sorry, Arthur is calling me I have to go. Good luck!"

In spite of this reassurance by Francis, Toris was still very nervous and spent the next two hours laying in bed trying to fall asleep.

Across town, Feliks was having an equally difficult time falling asleep. He was laying under his pink sheets trying to clear his mind, but he couldn't stop thinking about his date tomorrow. He also didn't really have much , if any, experience in going out on dates. He tried to confide in his stuffed pony for help. "Hey pony, I'm supposed to like go out on a date tomorrow but I'm totally terrified! What should I do?" Of course, he wasn't really expecting a response from the animal and wasn't helped at all.

He decided to call Roderich and ask him what he should do. He and Roderich were in the same orchestra he played the violin and Roderich played the piano. Feliks picked up the phone and dialed his friend's number.

The phone rang several times before being picked up by a rather exasperated sounding Roderich. "Hello?" he asked in a winded voice.

"Um hey Roderich, it's me Feliks, I was just wondering if you could help me with something." There was an uncomfortable pause before Roderich finally replied.

"Listen Feliks I'm kind of in the middle of something. What was it that you needed?"

In the background, Feliks heard someone who sounded like Vash telling him to come back to bed. "It's like totally nothing important, you should just get back to your, um prior engagement."

"Okay Feliks, I'll call you tomorrow!"

Feliks knew that Roderich was in love with the Swiss man, but I guess he didn't realize how serious he was. Apparently it was quite serious indeed.

Feliks tried to reassure himself that everything would be fine and that he shouldn't be so worrisome. Hey too would lay in bed for a few hours trying to calm himself down. It was only a casual date right? Nothing to be worried about!

Well, that's chapter 2! I tried to include some of my other favorite pairings in there as well! I sincerely hope that this story isn't as bad as I think it is!