A/N: Gakuen!Poland and Lithuania this time~

It started with Feliks and Toris on a date and ended with Toris getting his nickname. Mentions of past AmeriLiet friendship, swearing, gay bashing and defending.

I hope you like, totally like this~


"You know this county isn't very accepting, Feliks," Toris said nervously as the two boys walked down a sidewalk in town. Feliks had dragged Toris to go window shopping with him. To bond, he had reasoned.

"Like I care," Feliks kept holding Toris' hand. "I mean, it's not like they, like, can't tell just by looking at me." The Polish boy pointed to his skirt. Toris nodded sullenly.

"I just don't want someone blowing up at us." It had happened before, who's to say it won't happen again?

"Then we'll just call our moms. They are, like, totally killers when it comes to those guys." Toris nodded. Their mothers had shown their support for their two sons once after they had come back from a date and Toris sported a black eye. Both women had nearly had to be detained.

"Fine." Toris looked at one of the windows. "What do you wanna do now?"

"Hmm, let's like, totally go get some smoothies!" Feliks dashed ahead towards the smoothie place. Toris shook his head and jogged to catch up.

Feliks was just ordering them both smoothies when he got through the doors. The jingle bells at the top rang and the man behind the counter greeted him.

After the two drank their smoothies, Feliks again dragged Toris down the sidewalk for more window shopping. Up ahead though, was a group of athletic jocks from their school.

"Let's go the other way, Feliks," Toris asked, pulling the Pole back around.

But it was too late. "Hey!" The two stopped. "What's little Toris doing with his girly-friend?" The largest, and no doubt the quarterback, asked with amusement.

"I'm not his girlfriend, idiot. I'm his boyfriend." Feliks snapped back. Just because he wore girls clothing, didn't mean he was a girl. "B-O-Y. Boy."

The boy's laugh died down. "You little shit. Smartass." He swung his arm out, intent on hitting Feliks, but ducked behind Toris.

The jock's other friends came up, forming a circle around the two. Feliks, never good around strangers, decided it was time to worry.

"Sorry, Toris," he said quietly. Toris shook his head.

The largest teenager slammed his fist into Toris' stomach and the attack began. Two boys behind Toris grabbed Feliks and yanked them apart. They all laughed sinisterly.

"Stop that!" Someone yelled from behind the ones who grabbed Feliks. "Stop it!"

A blonde teenager was standing; pointing his finger at the ones he named 'ruffians'.

"And who's this?" The quarterback asked defiantly.

"Alfred Fucking Jones," the blonde replied coolly. "So you'd better leave these guys alone."

Alfred F. Jones was well-known throughout the county. Not only was he the most popular guy in high school, he was also known for sprouting out nonsense about righteousness. That and that he would give anyone hell and high water if he caught them gay-bashing. He did it for his baby brother, he answered when asked why.

The tall and lanky teenager stood with a slight slouch, as if he wasn't afraid – which he truly wasn't.

"Tch. We don't need this. C'mon." The two boys let Feliks go and they all stalked off.

"That was like, totally cool," Feliks said once they were gone. "You came in and were like, 'I'm Alfred Fucking Jones' and they were like, totally about to piss their pants."

Alfred rubbed his neck. "Yeah, well, I just hate it when people do that, ya know?"

Toris nodded. "Thank you, Alfred."

"No problem, Lithy." Alfred clapped the Lithuanian's shoulder.

"Like, Lithy?"

"Yeah, it's Toris' nickname I gave him when we were little. Lithy since he's from Lithuania." Alfred explained.

Feliks gave a devious smile then. "Oh~ Then I like, totally get to call you Liet!"

"Liet?"

"Like, duh! Short for Lietuva, dummy."