Oh. My. God. Toris!

Ludwig was simply no fun. Feliks could not even get him to say 'leafe me alone' in that silly accent of his. However Ludwig became experienced in getting away from him was very tricky. Not that Feliks was not likely to give him credit. Ludwig seemed to know what he was up to and got out of the situation quickly. Yes, the man was not completely dense.

But Feliks had really just wanted to ask where Feliciano had gone off to, because he wanted to introduce his friend to Toris. Unfortunately, the Italian was gone. So was his brother, of whom was going to be Feliks' last option to ask where to find Feliciano.

So was Toris. Feliks scowled at the space next to him which was supposed to be occupied by the man. And then he stopped. After all, frowning would cause such horrible wrinkles later on in life and Feliks did not think he would be able to live with himself the moment he gained any! Oh, what if that single scowl did it! Feliks quickly managed to find a reflective surface to check his face. Nope, still flawless. Feliks let out a sigh of relief.

Which brought his mind back to the fact he had lost Toris. And considering this town, the man was probably fearing for his life. Well Feliks was not going to let that happen! The man was staying here, whether he wanted to or not, so he was not going to have the excuse that some of the residents scared him.

Because that would be, like, totally not cool.

"Hey, Alfred," Feliks called, heading towards the door Alfred was entering. Funny, Feliks thought he had just seen him over with Kiku. Which is why he had not decided to ask about what had happened with Arthur. No one should get between those two. Feliks had a firm belief the sexual tension would kill someone. Feliks had no wishes to die so young. And pretty, no one could forget pretty! "Have you seen Toris?"

"Have I seen someone named Toris?" Alfred blinked, seeming to think about it. "Um... no. Have you seen Antonio?"

"Yeah, like, over there, I think," Feliks waved towards the door to the dining room.

"Thanks!" Alfred flashed him a smile and a thumbs up and walked past him towards the dining room. Feliks frowned and looked out the door.

If he's gone outside, I'm, like, gonna have to handcuff him to my wrist. Honestly.

He was pretty certain he could find one during his many raids of Ludwig's house. Or just ask Feliciano. Whichever way that would fit into his schedule.

"Toris!" he called outside, glancing regretfully back into the house. "Toris!" Seeing someone sitting on the knee high stone garden fence Feliks made his way over. "Hey! Have you, like, seen T... Toris! Why are you out here? Oh my God, it's freezing!"

Toris glanced up and over at him. With that face which told Feliks something had just been going down. "Hey Feliks."

"What's up? What are you – oh my God what are you doing with a gun?"

Toris gave him a wry smile. "You know why I have it Feliks. My holster just has a break in it, so it pressed into my side. It was uncomfortable. Guess I'll have to get another one, right?"

"Totally. That sounds totally painful." Feliks brushed off the stones and sat down next to him. "I wanted to, like, introduce you to one of my friends, but I can't seem to find him. We'll totally have to go to his restaurant tomorrow then. That place is absolutely crazy! But still cool."

Toris stared at him for a few moments before smiling. That was Toris for you, a little slow on reactions. Feliks did not get how someone so intelligent and cute could be so down right stupid sometimes. Or horrible at socializing. Feliks was totally going to change that now that Toris was going to live with him!

"It's late," Toris mentioned, but before the other could get anything else out Feliks shook his head immediately to keep him from finishing that thought.

"Oh no you don't. We aren't done here yet!" Feliks stood back up and pulled at Toris' arm. "There's, like, a bunch more people you haven't met yet!"

He managed to pull Toris to his feet. "But... my gun. I don't have a safe place to put it."

Feliks opened his mouth to suggest his handbag when he saw that look on Toris' face again. Something had happened and he had missed it.

And he isn't telling me...

"Oh, well, fine," Feliks sighed, letting Toris go and crossing his arms over his chest. "But you, like, totally owe me, got it?"

A winiak and some chocolate bars, if Feliks had his way.

Toris nodded. "Sure."

"Don't 'sure' me! Of course you are!" Feliks huffed, about to walk down the walkway. "I should tell Eduard we are, like, leaving." He thought about it. "Or not. He probably won't notice. Things are sooo messed up in there. Come on then!"

Feliks was pretty certain Toris needed the winiak more. After he put the gun down, of course.

Notes:

Ludwig once set Feliks house on fire. He denied it, however, and no one else would listen to Feliks' claim. So Feliks had to pay for the damages himself. Needless to say Feliks loves to bother Ludwig whenever he can now for revenge.

In Ludwig's defense, it had to do with Raivis, Ivan, and Natalia and being the wrong place at the wrong time with Gilbert. But it was Feliks' house which payed the price. And Feliks, for that matter.

Points for guessing what the handcuffs are about! Or... not. Please do not. I think we all know. Sort of the same thing as Italy told the Allies when he and Germany were captured. Well, I guess everyone has their kinks. Ludwig's just sort of creep me out. Then again, so do Elizaveta's. Actually, most of these characters. I will shut up now.

Winiak is a Polish brandy.

And Feliks is the only man who I can have so many commas in a sentence close together and it not be a list. Like, wow.