Here's the next chapter.

No, not everyone in the school is homophobic. The majority of the students are either: homophobic, apathetic, or they don't want to end up like Toris.

Haha. Don't worry, I'm mostly fine now! I'm just a bit of crybaby and I really hate the cold. ^^"

Ok, Feliks, I now make you the designated comic relief. Because if not, this thing is going to be one big mushy ball of sadness and fluff.

I don't own Hetalia.


POV: Feliks

"Tranny..."

"Freak..."

"Fag..."

Wow, the people here are, like, so rude.

Anyways, it was lunch and there was no place to sit.

You see, I get, like, totally nervous around new people. So I can't just go up to a random seat and go 'This spot taken? 'Kay, thanks!'

So since there were, like, no seats in the cafeteria, I decided to see if there was anywhere open in the courtyard. The only empty table in the entire courtyard was underneath this huge peach tree and beside a trash can.

I would totally like to have a nice long chat with whoever decided to put a trash can in the prettiest spot in the school.

Haha... I must look, like, so sad. Eating pizza alone at lunch.

...Never mind, this stuff totes isn't pizza. It's rubber-cement on a tray.

"...E...Excuse me..."

I looked up from my poor excuse of a lunch to see that brunette I share half of my classes with.

Uh... Toris.

"Do you mind if I sit here with you...?" And in the blink of an eye, he had a cookie in his hand and held out to me.

Not just an Oreo or some Chips Ahoy. It was, like, one of those big cookies that costs an extra dollar to get with your lunch.

Wait. We barely know each other. We literally just met this morning. Why would he be giving me his super awesome cookie?

Unless ...Oh no. I know this kid isn't trying to bribe me into letting him sit with me... with a cookie.

That's just, like, sad.

"I totally don't mind!" I said cheerily. I gestured for him to sit, and he took the seat as far away from me as you can get at that itty-bitty table. Which was, like, right beside the garbage can.

Hm. He must be nervous around new people too.

"Here." He was still holding out the cookie to me.

"You, like, don't have to give me your cookie"

"...I insist."

I was about to look him in the eye and tell him 'Look! You can keep your freaking cookie! You don't have to pay someone just to sit down!' but I stopped. Because I saw them.

His eyes.

They were totally dull.

They looked like they didn't have any life in them. They were distrustful. The were observing, like a chess-master's. But there was some flicker in them asked 'Is it safe here?'. Toris had dull forest green eyes that shifted their gaze to the table before I could look more.

"...Fine." After I took the cookie, Toris looked relieved for some reason. He sat back and started staring at something in his lap. "Like, what are you doing, Toris?"

Suddenly, his head snapped back up and he was blushing. "...N-Nothing..." He slipped whatever was in his lap into his backpack.

"Tell me!"

He looked sorta flustered. "I was... reading. Alright? I was reading." He pulled out a thin little book called 'Of Mice and Men' as proof. "S-Sorry."

He was... embarrassed! Just over reading! That's, like, so funny! I just had to laugh.

He gave me this confused look when I started laughing. "Um... Sorry, but did I do something funny?"

I waved my hands in front of me. "No, no! I just totally don't get why you're getting embarrassed over something like that!"

"When you put it that way..." He opened the book, but this time he had it out in the open.

For a while, we just, like, small talk. How was I liking the school. What that little book was about. Did you see the 'pizza' move too. Blah blah blah. Toris seemed to lighten up a bit.

Juuust a bit.

Lunch was almost over when, like, this short boy was heading towards the garbage can. Toris saw him out of the corner of his eye.

I could have sworn that I saw Toris tense up.

The boy walked up to the trash can and opened the flap to it, but I didn't hear any of his stuff hit the bottom. Toris was blocking my view of the boy's other hand.

Wait... Toris was trembling and he had a disgusted look on his face. Like, what happened?

That boy walked away smirking, like he just did something amazing. Toris reached up and behind his neck.

"Toris? Like, what's wrong?" I asked.

Out of the hood of his jacket, he pulled out: a rotting apple core, a now-half empty milk carton which spilled into the hood, used napkins, and half of a rubber-cement pizza.

"Nothing." He nonchalantly opened the garbage can and threw the crap in there.

But his eyes went dull again.

There you go. Some comic relief, fluff, and more sad stuff.

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