Hello everyone! – Tori

A/N: I don't think I told you guys yet so um, Emilian is Romania (that one came up before, so I might have mentioned it) and Blahze is Bulgaria (I forget where I got the name… Probably wiki, or google or something…) I'm pretty sure this chapter is late, but I'm just starting to get back in the swing of things, and midterms, and reading, and boyfriend, and work, and class, and stuff, but I am going to try to keep up the schedule of once every other week, that seems doable around my life and other projects… I hope…

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia (Axis, World Series or otherwise) they belong to Himaruya, which is fine, because he's awesome.

Warnings: GuyxGuy, mentions of GirlxGirl, don't like? don't read. And of course Hetalia induced Insanity, the best kind!

Friday Homeroom: Feliks

Plz stop txtg im gonna get my phone taken again. The message from Leit read. I scoffed, like that's going to stop me from texting him all day, I think not mister.

I responded to my name on roll call and contemplated where Leit would take me tonight. It was Friday after all and I was looking forward to some one on one time. I giggled causing Eliza to turn toward me as the morning announcements started. Since she was in A/V club she should be all means be on the set, but she had been banned after her little commercial.

"What has you in such good spirits today?" She looked creepy this morning, like she hadn't had enough sleep or something.

"Did you like get hit with a bus, or just like run out of makeup this morning?" She gasped and pulled out a Chanel compact from her Gucci bag. Personally I wouldn't be caught dead mixing designers, but at least they were designers.

"Fuck, I didn't realize I looked this bad." She moaned.

"Like hey teach?" I called for the teacher's attention. "We have an emergency over here, would you like mind if we skipped out early?" The woman shook her head and I grabbed Eliza's hand pulling her to the girl's bathroom. It was a good thing I had worn the skirt today.

"I don't look that bad," She cried and I just shook my head.

First thing was to get rid of her mistakes with a wet cloth. "Look honey, I don't know what you've got going on, but you look like a train wreck." I applied the foundation I found in her purse. "Something happen with your boy toy?"

"No, it's something else." She grumbled as I applied her eyeliner.

"Why don't you tell Feliks? It's like such a good thing that I'm in your homeroom, can you just imagine the big bad Lizzie walking around without her war paint? That Romanian guy would certainly hassle you today, he's not in the best of moods now anyway."

"I don't want to talk about Emilian, he's gotten it into his head that he has to fight with me every time he sees me. And I don't want to tell you what's going on because I don't know what's going on." I gasped and almost dropped the mascara.

"You, don't know what's going on? For like reals? Seriously?" I just stared at her.

"Yes, and I hate it Feliks." She whined and I finally remembered to finish with her makeup. I put the mascara on, and then some light lip-gloss. She sighed and took her hair down, brushing it out before returning it to its up do with flowers.

"I don't like even know what to like say to you." I just blinked, she looked much more put together now.

"Just tell me that I don't look like a train wreck anymore."

"Nah, you look like you didn't get enough coffee or something now." I laughed, "but seriously, like a hundred times better now." I smiled, "so tell me what's up."

"No, you won't join my club," man she was just in a whining mood today.

Regardless I lost some of my humor, "Toris puts up with a lot of my crazy, but that was one thing he asked me to stay out of, I'd like to respect that." I put all of her shit away. "Also I didn't like think that a friendship with you was contingent on being in your club. Maybe we shouldn't like be friends if that's the case." I looked at her and she was shocked. "You can't have everything your way Elizabeta. You make like a lot of people nervous, including Toris. I want to be your friend, we have been since like seventh grade or something, but he's important and you've been doing crazier and crazier things." I made some kind of noise, I hadn't meant to tell her everything like this, but I wasn't a person who thought clearly in the morning, and Toris hadn't spent the night in a week. "You're like unstable or something, and I'm worried but if you won't let me do anything then I don't know if this is going to work."

The bell rang. "G-t-g but like text me or something when you decide if you want my help. Or like not, whatevs." And I left her with her jaw open making my way toward first period.

Period 2 Friday: Toris

Like i tots told Liz off today, that's what the text read when I finally decided to look at it after roll call in history. I sighed and glanced at Emilian and Blazhe who were sitting on either side of me actively not talking to each other. They had been doing this for over a week and I was starting to suspect it was more than just a petty argument over Emilian's creepy stories. Generally Blazhe wasn't one to hold a grudge or even acknowledge that he was upset but something had obviously happened to piss him off so royally.

"You guys are fucking depressing." I mumbled and the two looked shocked at my language, but Feliks had said that he wanted to do something different this weekend and the last time he had said that we had ended up at a gay bar where he somehow ended up on stage – in his drag – and we had walked out of there two hundred dollars, and five creepy older stalkers richer. I couldn't take another night like that! What the hell is Feliks thinking?

"What do you mean Toris?" Emilian laughed nervously and looked at me.

"Look I don't know what your fight was about and you don't have to tell me, but please either work it out, get over it, or pretend nothing's wrong because you two are difficult to handle like this." They looked away from each other and me.

I started the work for the day. They stayed quiet and I got lost in wondering what the hell Feliks meant by something different. I hoped it was something mundane like he wanted to bottom, or do it in the shower or something that wouldn't chance public humiliation and the like. Hell at least if it was role playing that was something I could get into.

Emilian couldn't take the silence anymore so he talked the teacher into giving him a hall pass. "He was flirting with another guy." Blazhe told me when the door closed behind Emilian. Well at least I have somewhat of an idea of what's going on now.

"Was he l- flirting seriously?" I loved Feliks, but if I start saying 'like' every other word I may duct tape his mouth shut. Oh god he doesn't want to try anything with duct tape again right?

"Yes, no, I don't know." If I had to assign positions for these two I would have thought that Blahze wore the pants so to speak. Of course Feliks wears the skirts in ours and I still bottom normally so what the hell do I know about pants and positions?

"Did you ask him to stop?"

He waited a few moments before responding. "Not exactly. I just got pissed. Man he makes me so confused. I liked girls before I met him, and now I'm acting like this and I don't know what to do." Tell me about it.

"This is a crazy idea but try talking to him about it. I know, I know, it sounds mundane and un-dramatic, but you know, guys don't get it. We just don't, so spell it out for him. Half the reason my relationship with Feliks is as good as it is, is because we talk. Doesn't mean that he always listens, but he does take it into consideration and same on my end, though that happens much, much less often." I just hope he remembers our little talk about not going to bars and offering to be a guest stripper.

"Maybe I will… It can't make things any worse right?" Emilian walked back in and my phone went off. I looked at it knowing it would be him. Hey u havent said nething I told lizzie off! This is like major news!

I shook my head, "hey Emil, it might make you feel better that apparently Eliza's having a rough day too." Yeah yeah look i have work to do. Tho congrats on the lizzie thing. Congrats? Congrats? Was that proper English or was that slang, I can barely tell the difference now that I spend all my time with him.

"Oh yeah, that's good to hear." Was all he said. Blazhe looked at me, if he wasn't happy at Eliza's misfortune then he was definitely in a slump.

"Um, Emilian, I'm gonna go eat dinner at the Pit tonight, maybe we should talk?" It sounded awkward coming from the slightly gruff Bulgarian.

Emilian looked at him for what seemed the first time in a week. "Uh yeah, sure, sounds good to me." Thts it! U should b more excited for me. Mayb ill just punish u 2nite? Is tht what u want? The phone read, and I couldn't help thinking that whips and cuffs would be too mundane for my lover…unless they were pink, or bright green, or glow in the dark or something. Regardless the mundane-ness was welcomed.

Period 6 Lunch: Natalya

I stared at the empty spot across from me where my brother was supposed to sit. He had probably gone to the library again, or maybe the gym, or hell he might even be hiding in the boys' bathroom. Yesterday I had tried to tie him to me but he had managed to evade me all day, he even slept over at that Chinese son of a bitch's dorm to avoid me at night. I just didn't get it, I loved my brother so I wanted to be with him. He said before that he loved me so why didn't he give me a chance? I was worthy, and beautiful. The only differences between me and the Chinese bastard are his black hair and the penis.

I could dye my hair. I would dye it if brother asked me to, but I want him to ask. Before I chased my dear brat all over the school I had gotten a picture sent to me of the two of them together. I knew they were together damnit, I did not need a picture to remind me. The caption had read 'aw dont they look hppy?' and I had been so enraged I had run out of Biology – a class that my brother loves and I should pay more attention to.

I stared at the slop they called food and wanted to cut something in half. I had tried to find someone else that's why I had gone out with Toris, but he wasn't what I wanted, and I had made his life a living hell for not being the person I wanted. Now he was with that cross dressing Pole. What is up with all the fucking gays at this school? I was sure it had something to do with it originally being an all boys school, it had only been ten or so years since the first co-ed class. But it should have no effect on my dear brat, he was impervious to magic. And bullets. And trains. But apparently not to Chinese bitches with long hair and dicks.

My tray flew smack into some short blonde that was at the table across from me. I hadn't meant to throw it. He turned around to see what had been thrown at him, or maybe who. He had a dopey kind of face, light Slavic skin, and tears at the corners of his eyes. "Sorry," I said with more attitude then meaning, and he just lifted his lips. Like he wasn't sure it was okay to make eye contact with me.

"What the fuck was that for Natalya?" Some blonde giant that sat at his table turned to me. I gave him a death glare.

"I said sorry," I got up and left the room with no other interruptions. I would check the gym first – it was closer – and then the library. Next period was coming soon anyway.

A/N: Okay, I don't think that Nat has a problem with gay people, she's just pissed. I have to say it was kinda fun to write her, she's just crazy you know? But who's sending her text messages? Speaking of I hope my txt-speak was okay, because I use English when I text, with punctuation, and vowels… for the most part, but I tried!

Important: I WILL be changing the rating to M as of next chapter, mostly because of the one after it, but the next one is kind of bad too. Just in case you notice, or don't get an email on it or something, just thought I'd let you know…

Any and all constructive criticism is appreciated! Also reviews are love! Thank you for reading! -Tori