S-so... Yeah... Still don't own Hetalia...

S-sorry for the short-ish chapter...

That is all I have to say...

Chapter 3

It was three o'clock on Sunday morning when Toris and Feliks flopped down on the couch. The last guests at the party hadn't left until twelve. Not liking when Feliks went to sleep before cleaning up after a party, Toris had offered to stay and help clean up. They had only just now gotten the job finished. And now, Toris had to talk to Feliks.

"Feliks," he said looking over to the tired blond beside him with a sad little smile. "We need to talk."

"Like, we can talk in the morning, Liet," the pole answered. "I'm, like, totally wiped out." With that, he laid his head on Toris's shoulder.

"It's not really something-"He cut himself off. Feliks had fallen asleep in those two seconds between talking himself and when Toris began speaking. Smiling, Toris lowered Feliks's head onto his lap, his legs already curled up on the couch, and began stroking the blonde's hair. He then rest his head on the back of the couch, closed his eyes, and fell asleep. What he had to say could wait until morning. He was happy to just be with Feliks, now.

They both woke up at twelve in the afternoon, still in the same relative positions as they had fallen asleep last night. Toris smiled as Feliks's eyes opened and stared happily into his. At that moment, he couldn't help it; he leaned down and kissed the blonde.

"Like, good morning, Liet," he said after the kiss. He sat up, and turned to face the brunet.

"Good morning, Feliks," he returned. "Did you sleep well?"

"I slept amazing," he replied. He stretched a little, and heard his stomached grumble. He wrapped his arms around his middle and looked at Toris with puppy dog eyes. "Liet, like, I'm totally starving."

He stood up and smiled. "What would you like for breakfast," he asked, taking Feliks's hand and leading him into the kitchen.

The blonde had to think about this for a moment. Then he got the idea. "I totally want some pancakes," he answered. "You know, like the ones the little American (Canadian) kid like, makes all the time?"

"Okay," he said, letting the other's hand go when they were in the kitchen. How was he going to bring up the topic now? Feliks seemed so happy, and he didn't want to ruin his mood. But he had to talk to the Pole about this today. While thinking about what to do about the situation, Toris began to make the pancakes while Feliks watched him. The blonde could tell something was up, but he wasn't quite sure what.

"Liet, like, what's wrong," he asked worriedly and Toris set the food on the table. "You don't totally feel sick, do you?"

Toris shook his head as he sat down. "No," he answered. "I-I'm fine… It's just…" He trailed off, now not wanting the subject to ever have to come up.

"C'mon, Liet," Feliks begged. "You know you can, like, totally tell me anything. We've known each other for, like, ever, totes!"

"Yeah, I know," he said with a soft, sad smile. "It's just… Feliks…" He took a deep breath to prepare for what he was about to ask. "Feliks, a-are you in love with me?"

Feliks was taken aback by the question. What kind of question was that anyway? "Of course I love you, Liet. I've always loved you." He was far more serious now than he had ever been.

"That's not what I asked, Feliks," he said with a small shake of his head. "I've noticed how distant you've been lately. All week, you have been like that. And then, at the party, you kept staring off into space. It might have been my imagination, but it always seemed you were looking in the direction of that girl, Lili. Feliks, a-all I want to know, is if you're still in love with me."

Feliks looked down at his pancakes and poked them with his fork. He hadn't thought that Toris had noticed that he was acting strangely. Well, it was more like he hoped. Toris was always pretty observant when it came to Feliks, so it wasn't really a surprise that he realized something was going on. Feliks had just hoped that he could keep it going a little longer without him noticing. He wasn't one hundred percent sure how he felt yet, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt his Liet. Not again.

Toris took Feliks's reaction as a no. "Its okay, Feliks," he said with as sad smile. "I just want you to tell me. I-I want to hear it from you."

"I-I'm sorry, Liet," he said, tears starting to fall from his eyes. He still wouldn't look of at the brunet. "I d-don't think I am any more. I-I don't think I'm in love with y-you anymore." He hadn't wanted to say it. He had never thought he would. When they first got together, they had both thought they would never leave one another. This was heartbreaking for them both.

Toris walked over to Feliks and pulled the crying blonde into a hug, trying to keep the tears from falling out of his own eyes. Him crying as well would not help either of them. This was so hard to do. He really did wished that the subject hadn't come up, that he hadn't seen that Feliks was acting strangely, that they could just turn back time to a few weeks before so they could be happy together again.

"D-do you hate me, Liet," he asked, terrified that he answer would be yes, but not sure what he would do if the answer was no. He hugged Toris tight, clutching the back of the other man's shirt. He stood there like this, crying into the taller man's shoulder.

"I could never hate you, Feliks," he answered, stroking the other's soft blond hair and holding him tighter.

"Really," Feliks asked stepping away a bit and looking up at Toris. "'Cause, I'm, like, totally hating me for hurting you again. Especially like this." He tried to smile and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Really," he confirmed, pulling Feliks into one final "good bye" kiss. When they broke, he asked, "We can still be friends, right. I don't want to ever completely loose you."

"Like, of course, Liet," he said, trying to be brave and to start crying again. "I would never want to totally loose you either."

Toris nodded. "Just know, I'll always love you, Feliks."

"I'll, like, always love you too."

*Starts to cry* I-I didn't want to write this chapter! I love LietPol... B-b-but its not the story... A-and... *sob* I-I'm sorry Liet!

*wipes tears* H-hope you l-liked it anyway...

Critique and review... always welcome...

I'll get chapter 4 up as soon as I finish...