Stop Kiss - Hetalia

This is based on the play "Stop, Kiss" by Diana Son. The dialouge is pretty much the script, I just added all the action, just like a director would do with a play. I also changed character names and genders.

Poland, Prussia

WARNINGS: Real names, language

Remember that even chapters are the secondary timeline and odd chapters are the primary timeline, when I'm done I'll post a timeline.

AN: To my loyal reader: Good to see you're back, I had begun to think you stoped reading.

Ch9: I think the reason Feliks doesn't quit is that he's afraid to find a new job, and deep down he really does think it's cool.

Ch11: Yeah the sugary sweet just doesn't fit this pairing, they needed to have a fight. And it's a real relationship not just some fluffy thing. Fe cares about Gil and wants him to look his best, thus the freakout over the clothes. If someone showed up wearing ratty jeans and a tshirt to a fancy event, say a wedding where they're part of the wedding party, you'd freak out too.

Ch12: Yeah, Eli is a little bitchy. But she's stressed from traveling, finding out Gil's in a coma, and all that after he dumps her to move to NYC to be a teacher in the Bronx. I can understand how she feels, 'specially toward Feliks who she blames for Gil being in the hospital.

Ch13: Well Feliks is a little shy. And he doesn't really want to admit he was wrong.

You're gonna love this chapter, and then love/hate chapter 15.

CHAPTER 14

Feliks stuck his head in the door to Gilbert's hospital room. Once he saw that he was alone, the blonde walked in and stood next to the bed. He looked down and said conversationally, "They're finished building that building across from your appartment." There wasn't even a twitch from Gilbert, "Wake up now." Feliks said in the same volume.

Feliks looked down at his friend, "Gilbert. Can you hear me?" His green eyes were watery, as he pleaded, "Open your eyes." Gilbert didn't even twitch, "Open your eyes, Gil." When there still wasn't a responce from the Prussian, Feliks couldn't stand to look at the blank face anymore. He turned away, looking at the beeps from the various machines.

"They're gonna start you on physical therapy tomarrow. Just little stuff, range of motion, something to get your blood moving." Feliks glanced around the room, looking for something to distract himself, his eyes caught on the pile of cards, "You've gotten all these cards and letters, I'll read some to you later." The blonde set down the letter he'd picked up, a caught a glimpse of the people out in the waiting room, "You know your parents are here. They're doing their best - I think they're doing okay, considering. You getting better makes them feel better - yeah."

Feliks had gotten his feelings undercontrol and looked back toward Gilbert, "They look at me...your parents look at me... like i'm some dirty old man." Feliks paused to see if there was a responce, none. "And the newspapers, the TV, the radio - my station, my own station, when they ran the news about the attack, they identified me - "Traffic reporter for this station." Now everybody - the guy at the deli - I used to be the blueberry muffin guy, now I'm the gay traffic reporter whose lover got beat up. And I've gotten letters - from two women-their girlfriends were killed during attacks-and they wrote me these heartbreaking letters telling me what they've been through...and they tell me to speak truth to power and I don't know what that means, Gil. Do you? Do you know me?" Feliks leaned over Gilbert to look at his face for any sign. "Do you know who I am?"

As Feliks watched the albino's face, he could see little movements, like ripples from a creature emerging from the deep. As he stared in amazement, two red jewels opened up and met his eyes. "Oh my God. Hi." Feliks choked out before enveloping the other man in a hug.