A/N Wow, guys. Chapter 14 already! I feel like time has flown by us so fast...

Oh well. Let's make the most of it! 8D

Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Hiramuya. Come What May belongs to Baz Luhrman and Moulin Rouge. I own naught but my own ideas.

The show must go on...

Chapter Fourteen – Sing Out This Song, And I'll Be There By Your Side

Toris thought his heart must have stopped when his mother opened the door.

It wasn't that he had a problem with what Feliks was wearing, because really, he didn't. But maybe, just maybe, could he have chosen something that wasn't completely neon pink?

For a moment the four of them stood silently, watching each other warily. Time slowed down, or at least, it did for Toris, as his heart beat so hard it started to hurt.

Finally, Emma cleared her throat. "Hm, hello," she said kindly, holding out her hand. Henrietta shook it, her eyes still a little dazed. She turned back to Feliks, who gulped.

"Did you..." her voice was soft, almost unheard. She coughed, and started again. "Where did you..."

Toris felt his heart stop. Like, literally, stopped.

"...get that skirt, it's so gorgeous!"

And Toris was lost in a flurry of high-pitched squealing and hugging.

xXx

"Yeah, and this guy was like, totally hitting on me, and he doesn't realize yet that I'm a guy too... Mom's laughing herself to, like, death in the background and he's only just starting to get a little confused..."

Toris watched with a smile on his face as both Feliks and his mom, chattering animatedly about various trips they've had to the mall, and rattling off funny stories. Henrietta was laughing at everything they said. "Really? That's actually happened to you before?"

"Oh, yeah. And like, more than once, too. It was even funnier when Toris came along, 'cause his face gets really funny!" Feliks laughed, and poked him in the cheek with his fork.

He waved it away. "It's not that funny," he muttered, blushing.

"Well, of course it is!" Henrietta cried, giggling. Toris glared at her – his own mother, how could she? "I'll bet he was just really jealous!"

"How could he not be? This is ME we're talking about!" Feliks threw his hands up in the air, and the whole table dissolved in laughter, except for Toris, who's head hit the table.

"So," he said forcefully, attempting to get the conversation away from him, "where are Ed and Raivis?"

"Hmm? Oh," his mom sighed, "both are out at friend's houses, it's too bad they had to miss this. Eduard and Raivis are Toris' brothers. Well, half-brothers," she explained to Emma.

The other woman raised an eyebrow. "Half-brothers?" Something in her face said, 'explanation, please~'.

Henrietta sighed. "Toris, honey, why don't you go show Feliks your room?"

"But- he's already seen-"

"Now."

"Yup, okay, c'mon Feliks, let's go upstairs."

"Hm? Okay!"

Toris pulled Feliks up the stairs, knowing exactly what his mom was going to tell Feliks' mom. The whole story, from start to finish, and he didn't want to have to hear it. Again.

Once safely inside his room, Feliks flopped on the bed. "So, like, why did we leave? That was some good food!"

Toris bit his lip. "I have the feeling our moms are about to have a heart-to-heart session about why neither of us have a father."

Feliks sat up straight. "You really think..." his voice trailed off, as he stared at Toris, mouth hanging open, "Hey, wait up a second. What do you mean, neither of us have a father? Your dad still talks to you, doesn't he?"

Toris hung his head, his bangs falling forward and covering his eyes. "He stopped calling me after I told him about us."

"What?" Feliks jumped off the bed, and grabbed Toris by the shirt collar. "And why did like, keep this from me?"

"Because it doesn't matter."

"It does so matter!" Feliks cried. "Liet, how long ago did this happen?"

"Right after we got together," Toris ran his fingers through his hair, "but, but don't get mad!" He held up his hands as Feliks turned red with anger. "I didn't want to tell you, because I didn't want to worry you, because I don't care!"

"How can you not care?" Feliks half shrieked. "You had a father who loved you, who actually wanted something to do with you-"

"He didn't want anything to do with me because of us-"

"Then why didn't you end it with me?"

Toris froze. Feliks glared at him, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. "Why?" he whispered, voice cracking. "Why, Liet?"

Toris heaved a deep breath. "Because if it meant having to give up you, then I didn't want anything to do with him, either!"

Feliks covered his face with his hands, and leaned forward, crashing into Toris' chest. "You really, like, care about me that much?"

He smiled softly. "Totally." He sighed. "I mean, I was sad for a while, and I was going to tell you, really I was... but the more time I spent with you, the more I realized I didn't need him in my life anymore." He sighed. "To be honest, I almost forgot about him." He put his hands on Feliks' shoulders, and forced him to look him in the eye. "You have that effect on me," he said tenderly.

"What," Feliks grumbled, looking away. "Giving you short term memory loss?"

"No," Toris laughed softly. "Making me forget about things that hurt."

xXx

And when the two boys returned downstairs, one with slightly puffy eyes, they found both their mothers crying their eyes out, drinking hot chocolate and telling sob stories about their stupid, wretched husbands. Of course, Feliks and Toris had no choice but to break down and do the same.

"My eyes are still puffy," Feliks groaned, rubbing them. "I mean, it's been what, two days since our little sob fest and I haven't recovered yet?"

"You cried the hardest," Toris reminded him, "and the loudest. My ears still hurt."

"Like, shut up."

They wandered down the halls of the school, neither really wanting to go to class, neither really wanting to skip, either. Toris watched Feliks, the other's green eyes roaming over the walls. He stopped short, and Toris nearly walked into him. "Ow. What was that for?"

Silence. "Feliks? Hello-o?" He waved an arm in front of the other's eyes. He smacked it away. "Ouch! Feliks, what-"

"Look." With a shaky finger, Feliks pointed at one of the posters adorning the wall. Toris squinted, attempting to read it a bit better. "Join us for this years... oh no."

Feliks grabbed his shirt. His whole face had gone white. "Prom," he whispered, stars in his eyes. "Prom, Liet, prom!" Squealing with joy, he ripped the poster off and hugged it to his chest.

"I take it you're excited about this," Toris said, amused, watching his blond companion dance down the hall.

"Excited!" Feliks stopped, jaw hanging open. "Excited? Liet, I have been totally waiting for prom ever since I was little! It's like, the biggest thing that's ever going to happen to me in my entire high school career!"

His face was glowing with such excitement, Toris couldn't help but chuckle. "And who are you going to this... prom, with?"

He pouted. "Well, whoever asks me first~!"

This was getting fun. "Well, who do you want to ask you?"

"Oh, this guy I know..."

"Yeah? What's he like?"

"A total idiot."

"Oh. Sounds like he shouldn't be the one taking you, then-"

"Liet! Just ask me already!

He laughed. "All right, all right. Feliks, will you go to prom with me?"

"Like, yes!" Feliks squealed, and jumped onto Toris. "Of course I will!"

Toris lifted him up and swung him around a couple of times. When he set him down, he turned to the side. "Come on, let's go to class."

"Okay~!"

"And Elisabeta?"

"..."

"You can stop recording now."

"...dammit."

A disappointed brunette turned off her camera and left her hiding spot, as Toris and Feliks laughed all the way down the hall.

xXx

Their chemistry teacher refused to look at them, merely continued to shuffle papers. "I don't know why he wants to see you. He just does."

"But like, what about our lesson!" Feliks said impatiently, stamping his foot.

"Your partner will take notes for you, I am sure," he said sternly. "Both of you to the principal's office, now!"

Feliks grumbled all the way down the hall. "He totally killed the mood," he complained. "Everything today was going so perfect, and now we have to go see Mr I-hate-gay-people!"

"Oh, he's not that bad," Toris said mildly. "I can think of worse people."

"You mean, like, Ivan?"

He shivered. "Please don't say that name. It's taboo."

They opened the doors to the principal's office together, ignoring the dirty looks the secretary shot them. "You wanted to see us, Mr..."

"Yes. Please, step inside."

He shut the door behind them, effectively disallowing their conversation to be overheard. Toris shivered. That was never a good sign.

"So, like, what's this about?" Feliks asked boredly, toying with the string on his hoodie. The principal seemed to glare at him for a second, the regained his calm composure. "It's about the prom."

Feliks immediately sat up a little straighter. "Yeah? Like, what about it?"

"I suppose you two were planning to go together?"

"Yeah," Feliks' brow furrowed. "Yeah, we were."

"Well, I'm afraid I can't allow that."

Oh no. Oh, no.

"What?" Feliks tightened his grip on the arms of the chair. "Hey wait. You like, can't do that."

"Actually, I can." He shuffled a few papers on his desk. "I simply cannot allow you two to be a worse influence to the other students then you already are." He fixed his glasses. "Now, if you would just agree to go with other girls, we could allow you in-"

Feliks stood up in his chair so fast it tipped over. "No! You can't – you can't do that!"

The principal rose also. Toris, eyes darting back and forth between the two, backed up a little. "Feliks, it's alright, let's..."

"No!" Tears shone in Feliks' eyes. "No! It's not alright! This is – this is-" he struggled to find the right words. "A homophobic attack! You-" he pointed at the principal. "You should be ashamed of yourself! Bastard!" And he punched him in the face.

Toris gasped. Feliks turned and ran out of the office before the principal could say or do anything. Mouth gaping like a fish, Toris turned and ran out after him.

"Feliks! Wait!"

A/N I have no idea if a principal can ban students from going to prom. My school doesn't have prom, just Grad dance, but I do know that if students have a record of violence, they can be banned from it. So...

Yeah...

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