I don't own Hetalia okay? I know it's been awhile since I have updated, but I have been busy and well some ideas come faster than others. Anyway, other than that, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
Toris stood at the airport, tapping his foot. He had hoped that Feliks would not run across any trouble on his flight. He had told Toris that his flight from Warsaw had left on time, but it had a layover in London, where his flight was delayed, but assured that it wasn't too delayed. Come on, I know I am missing the twin's pageant and I know Dimitri was upset about that, but I want to at least see him when he gets home. If I am not stuck here all night. He thought as he rolled his head back and closed his eyes. Well looks like my parking fees will be going through the roof. Toris was exhausted. Today was the last test he had before the winter break. And it was like everyone had warned him. It was exhausting just the first semester of med school and there was 3 more years and he was only half way through the first. He had come to terms with the fact that Natalya was going to finish her degree and have her job before he was, but part of him had to admit, it was slightly frustrating. She had sworn off having children until they both had finished school and gotten a good job. Toris could not fault her for that, but he did wonder every now and again, what one of their own would be like. Looking up at the International Arrivals, he saw Feliks' flight delayed again. "Sūnus! Aš negrįžtu namo iki vėlumos!" Toris swore, with a few confused passengers looking at him as if they knew he swore much too loud, but what exactly they didn't know. "Sorry..." Toris blushed looking around. "My friend's flight is late..." He said.
"Oh." One of the fellow people standing in the baggage claim said. "Yeah that's frustrating..."
He sighed texting Natalya, who was helping with the pageant. It's only fair that I tell her. He thought.
Meanwhile, Natalya was standing in the back of the stage in the small auditorium of the pre-K class making sure everything was just so for the big show. While nervous of how the show would go, she knew that Dimitri and Nikita would do their best. Besides, this was just a school production of a bunch of 4 year olds. Alfred and Ivan, along with Francis and Arthur were in the audience, with Alfred recording it for all who wanted to come but could not. Matthew had work and Katyusha did not want to bring Charlotte to a school play where she was still young and would be loud and cry. Nikita had wanted Allen to see it, but he had told Alfred that he had a test for his once course at that time and couldn't make it, which Nikita begrudgingly understood as she knew that Toris and Natalya had many the same issues. Toris, while having finished his semester exams that day, had just messaged her, causing her to hide her frustration in a Russian swear. "Blyat" She said.
"I'm sorry?" Miss Michelle asked. "I do not know much Russian but that sounded bad."
"A mild frustration, but one none the less." Natalya said as she put the phone on silent and looked at the children as they began to sing a Christmas carol. Miss Michelle looked on curious. "Oh Dimitri may be disappointed that Toris can't see him today."
"Why not?" Miss Michelle asked worried.
"Well, Toris is picking up his friend Feliks from the airport today. And he says the flight was delayed again." Natalya sighed.
"Oh and the airport is a bit of a drive from here too. Not to mention the frustrations of customs. I have had so much trouble out of them when I bring back cinnamon and shells back from Seychelles. I have to accept that likely the only place I will eat the shark chutney from my homeland is indeed back there..." Miss Michelle added as Natalya nodded. "Alfred and Ivan won't allow them to stay up too late, even if they could so he'll have to visit in the morning."
"Oh." Miss Michelle said. "I am sure that would be disappointing to them."
"Well, if the worst does come to pass, then we will like you said visit tomorrow morning." Natalya sighed. "We will have the pageant recorded so that Toris can see it."
"That's good. Alfred seemed like the type of Dad who wants every moment of his children's life recorded." Miss Michelle noted looking out.
"Yeah..." Natalya said.
Toris stood from the bench and sighed. Looking up at one of the televisions he rolled his eyes as the meteorologist talking about a snowstorm off the shore of the Atlantic. That's likely going to hold Feliks up even more... Toris sighed as he looked down at the bench. I should have checked before coming here if his flights were still on time. I might have been able to see Dimitri's pageant. I know Mr. Alfred is recording it for me, and Mr. Ivan had talked to the twins about why I was missing it, but it doesn't make me feel any less bad for being stuck here. Toris moaned as Natalya had sent him a picture of Nikita and Dimitri's performance, both of them in their costumes, Nikita as a Sugar Plum fairy and Dimitri as an elf. His stomach growled. He hadn't eaten anything since the quick Danish he had that morning. He skipped lunch to get some quick studying in before his last test of the semester. "Why was it that when I was flying in from Lithuania it went smoother than this?" Toris moaned. "And if I could go past security, I could get something to eat..." Toris saw a vending machine and put money in for a Mountain Dew, having developed an affinity for caffeine to keep up with many of the study requirements that he needed. He took a deep drink and looked up at the clock. "It's nearly 9pm..." He sighed. Knowing that Alfred and Ivan had put the twins to bed, he figured he would at least try to call Alfred and say that he was going to visit tomorrow.
"Hey there Tori!" Alfred said. "What's up bro?"
"Are the twins still up?" Toris said.
"They're taking a bath, Vanya's making sure the stage makeup is coming off." Alfred said. "Are you still at the airport?" He asked for awhile.
"Yeah. Apparently my friend's plane is late. Apparently there's a lot of storms over the Atlantic right now." Toris sighed.
"Didn't your guy's flight last year to Lithuania have no problems?" Alfred asked.
"I guess Talya and I got lucky." Toris sighed.
"Oh." Alfred said. "Sounds like."
"Well I do want to let you know to tell the twins that I am going to visit tomorrow. I am deeply sorry for having to miss their pageant." Toris sighed.
"No probs dude." Alfred said. "Not gonna lie, Dimitri was disappointed but he understood why you had to. Nikita took it worse that Allen couldn't because he had a test at the same time."
"Really?" Toris asked. "What's he studying?"
"Dunno. Didn't ask." Alfred said honestly.
"Oh." Toris said. "What's he do now?"
"He works various places, think he's a bartender right now and does the baseball thing for fun and a few extra bucks." Alfred said.
"Well sounds good that he's trying to better himself..." Toris began as he heard a baggage carousel start up.
"What's going on?" Alfred asked as Toris heard, "Flight 1387 from London now arriving."
"I have to go." Toris said. "That's Feliks' flight.
"Cool." Alfred said. "Let me know if you need anything."
"I will." Toris said.
"Talk to you later." Alfred said as he hung up.
Toris looked at the entranceway from the terminals and saw the people coming out and getting to pick up their bags. He looked around for Feliks, wondering where he was, as this was supposed to be his flight. He looked around and jumped up trying to find him. He didn't see Feliks' blonde hair. Thinking he was over at the baggage claim, Toris headed over and looked for him all around. While he knew that Feliks could handle himself, he also knew how he was when they were growing up. Slowly the crowd grew smaller and Toris could still not find Feliks. He looked at the carousel and saw a bag with a Polish crest and the name 'Feliks Lukasiewicz'. Thinking that Feliks was in the restroom, he picked it up and figured he would try and call it when he heard a loud voice from behind him. "HEY! PUT MY BAG DOWN YOU THEIF!- Oh! Toris!" Feliks yelled once he saw Toris turned to face him.
"Feliks!" Toris said. "What took you?"
"I was stuck in customs. I had some Krupnik that I wanted to share with you and that Natalya chick you're marrying when I got in in my carryon bag and they took it." Feliks scoffed.
"Why didn't you leave it in the checked bag?" Toris sighed.
"I don't want to have to wait for that." Feliks said.
"I'm not drinking until I get home." Toris said.
"Yeah but I don't want to dig through my suitcase." Feliks said as he followed Toris out of the airport who sighed as they headed to the car. "It's cold here isn't it."
"Well it is December..." Toris sighed. "It's not like I live in California you know."
"I'm here!" Feliks said as he waved into a camera. Toris rolled his eyes knowing that his current job was wedding planner and video game blogger. "Finally off that long flight fam. Now I am heading to get to my buddy's house. In a few days I'll be set up again to play for you! They took my Krupnik on my carry on back in London, so I'll have to wait until I settle in to be a good host for you guys. Now the American fans told me all the places you said were great and I needed to try. So I'm going to do that and let you know what I think." Toris sighed as he opened the trunk and placed Feliks' suitcase. "And I'll take my dear buddy here to one of the places you mentioned that's great late night, as what's the local time?"
"10:36 pm..." Toris yelled.
"You heard it first here." Feliks said. "I'll check in later." He then looked to Toris who had sighed. "So like where are we going to eat?"
"Where did you say your viewers wanted," Toris sighed.
"Hmmmm..." Feliks looked at his notepad. "Yes I still write some things on my notepad. Like it doesn't need recharging and my phone is nearly dead."
"Partially explains why you didn't text when you landed." Toris sighed as he put his ticket in the gate and paid for the parking fee. "I have to call Natalya, please be quiet..." Toris said as he dialed her number, knowing partially that Feliks was not very likely to be quiet.
"Hello?" Natalya asked. "Toris? Is everything okay? It's rather late and the twins are in bed already. I'm headed back to the house after Alfred told me you were coming over tomorrow to see them. I have a copy of the pageant if you want to see it."
"Will depend on when I get in and how tired I am." Toris sighed. "Feliks is in and..."
"HI NATALYA!" Feliks said loudly.
"That's him." Natalya groaned placing her fingers on the bridge of her nose.
"Yep." Toris sighed. "He wants to stop somewhere to eat on the way home, have you eaten?"
"Yes." Natalya said. "Big brother got me something along with the twins when they finished their pageant."
"Oh." Toris said.
"I'll still get you something Natalya." Feliks smiled. "I'll be a good guest, even if I have to wait to get my Krupnik from my bag. They took the bottle I had on my carry on."
"I'm going to need my vodka for this..." Natalya sighed. "Remember the deal Toris. If I don't like Alfred even though he married my brother, I certainly do not have to like your childhood friend."
"I will be on my best behavior. But I am still rushing on so many airport Starbucks!" Feliks said. "I'm going to be stopping by Denny's. One of my viewers said he eats there after he gets drunk and they are like always open so despite it being late, I'll make sure Torriboy is fed."
"Torriboy?" Natalya asked, doing her best to suppress a laugh.
"Please, not that name..." Toris sighed.
"Awwww come on, your soon to be wife has to hear it." Feliks said.
"My parents didn't use it!" Toris moaned.
"Look, how about I let you two catch up, sounds like you have a lot to do anyway and I guess a place like Denny's where apparently drunks hang out late at night would be good for that." Natalya said awkwardly ending the conversation. "I will make sure to leave the light on for you as I am heading to bed."
"Myliu tave mano brangioji" Toris said in Lithuanian, hoping Feliks didn't know it that well or forgot.
"Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu." Natalya replied hanging up.
"So, you said you wanted that Denny's place?" Toris sighed turning to Feliks.
"Yeah." Feliks said as he looked at the sign coming up. "Looks like there is one coming up."
"Fine..." Toris sighed. He turned and parked, noticing the lot was pretty empty. This would be good... He thought knowing how Feliks' personality was. In reflection, sometimes Feliks wasn't the best of friends growing up and would often get out of trouble by using him as the scapegoat. But they had been through the best and the worst together when going through school and even kept contact with each other as they made their own career choices. A dedication he was finding hard to do as Feliks got out of the car and started making his obnoxious intro to his video. And then doing it again in Polish. Toris grabbed his stomach as it growled. He hadn't eaten much and now it was getting late.
"Relax."Feliks said thumping Toris on the back, camera still with him. "I'm paying for this, I know how you said Natalya keeps a tight watch on your money."
"She's saving for a home and the wedding." Toris sighed. "She's also working on her MBA business degree and gets paid decently from her boss."
"Busy gal." Feliks said. "Well has she found a dress for the big day yet?"
"Not really, and I know she can't use her sisters' dress, it would take way too much altering..." Toris recalled as Natalya had contemplated it but then remembering how differently she was built from Katyusha, not just with her breasts but with areas like her hips and height, it didn't make much sense for that. Toris looked his his phone for a picture of Natalya with her family until he found one that was of her, Katyusha holding Charlotte and Ivan while in the background Alfred was chasing the twins. "This is her family." He said. "She's got a sister and a brother, both older."
"So the older sister has a baby." Feliks noted. "Where's the dad?"
"The one who took the picture and sent it to me." Toris said. He knew that Katyusha was sensitive with people asking about Matthew as many of them were women who wanted him to take them out and she was starting to doubt herself more and more, despite the loyalty that Matthew had for her and the fact that all of her family and Matthew's own brother would deal with him for her if he did become disloyal and let fame get to his head. He was only an anchor at the local television station.
"Oh." Feliks looked at Katyusha and then to Natalya. "Yeah, I can see how much altering there would be, assuming not all of that is baby weight."
"From what Natalya tells me, it's not as she has always been well..." Toris began looking for the right words to use.
"Stacked? Well endowed?" Feliks said.
"Yes, sure, whatever you want to call it." Toris sighed.
"So, you guys here to eat or sing badly in German?" A tired looking waitress said as she looked at the two. "And are you some sort of Youtuber or something?" She asked looking at Feliks.
"If you don't want to me featured on my channel, I won't." He smiled.
"Good." She sighed. "I'm not paid enough for that anyway, unless you're the next Pewdiepie or something."
"I'm not that lucky, but I can hope." Feliks said as she took them over to a booth in the corner that Toris had a good field of vision of the front counter where a white haired German man was sitting with a few stacks of pancakes in front of him. "That guy looks familiar..."
"What do you mean?" Feliks asked.
"He reminds me of Matthew's boss, the station manager...I met him at the housewarming for Matthew and Katyusha..." Toris said.
"Sie hasst mich verdammt noch mal
Vertrauen Sie, sie hasst mich verdammt noch mal
La, la, la Liebe
Ich habe es zu sehr versucht und sie hat meine Gefühle zerrissen, als hätte ich keine
Und riss sie weg" They heard coming from the man.
"That's Mr. Belischmidt..." Toris sighed now recognizing the voice. "I feel bad for whoever has to pick him up. I can see why the waitress was annoyed."
"Yep. He came in here three sheets to the wind." The waitress said giving them a menu as Toris looked uncertain what the phrase meant. "It means drunk off your ass kids." She sighed. "Kept ordering pancakes and singing what I think is that Puddle of Mudd 'She Hates Me' song in German."
"Oh." Toris noted.
"That I got to see." Feliks laughed.
"Don't encourage the guy and don't make fun of his misery. Something about trying to talk to Elizabeta again and she turned him down. Still hanging around her ex husband...ouch. I'll be back in a few to get your order."
"Well I'm doing what that guy told me he does when he comes here. Grand Slam, pancakes, eggs, bacon and sausage." Feliks said.
"Despite it being almost midnight?" Toris sighed.
"Yeah. See what it's really like." Feliks said.
"Whatever." Toris sighed. "I guess I'll get the same."
"I'll do better by you and Natalya tomorrow. But I just want to get something to eat and then settle in. It has been a long flight." Feliks added as he gave both his and Toris's order and then turned his camera back to Gilbert. "Besides, I hope that guy starts singing that again. He's going to be so famous."
"Why are you so interested in Natalya's dress?" Toris said, not wanting Feliks to put Gilbert's drunken sorrowful antics on display.
"Oh yeah, that." Feliks began. "Well I had been working on a few designs on the plane." He said as he pulled out a sketchbook of a woman who looked a lot like Natalya wearing different dresses. "And as my soon to be best bud in law, I want her to have a killer dress."
"That's generous." Toris said looking at Feliks. "And you're going to use it to promote your own business aren't you?"
"Yes and?" Feliks said.
"Well, some of these aren't that bad looking..." Toris began. "But it's Natalya's decision. She's the one who would be wearing it."
"I also took in mind some of what you said about her being proud of her family's heritage so I pulled in some influences from what's popular in Russia right now." Feliks said as he pointed his camera back to Gilbert. "Damn, I think he's passed out now."
"Awwww shit, you may be right." The waitress sighed placing their food in front of them. "Well I'll see who I can call to pick him up, if his phone's open or otherwise I may just have to call an Uber to his address on his driver's license."
"That would be a fair ways away." Toris said.
"You know him?" The waitress said raising an eyebrow at Toris's comment.
"Not well." Toris said quickly. "He's just my fiancee's sister's husband's boss."
"Oh." The waitress said.
"Well he might be able to afford a room at that hotel next door. We are near the highway and he does have a good paying job." Toris said. "That way someone doesn't have to get his car the next morning."
"Not a bad idea..." Gilbert said as he headed to the waitress. "Check please."
"You had better tip well." The waitress said as Gilbert handed her his credit card.
"Whatever you think's good my dear." He laughed. "I'll hang here. I know the brown haired man a little bit then have him and his buddy walk me over to the hotel there."
Well it's not driving him home. Natalya's going to be asleep by the time I get home anyway. Toris thought with a sigh.
"I think we can do that." Feliks smiled.
"Cool!" Gilbert said. "And can you add some strawberry pancakes to this table? Put it on my tab."
"The one you just paid?" The waitress sighed.
"Start a new one." Gilbert said.
"Fine." The waitress sighed. "This night just keeps dragging on."
"I understand how you feel so well." Toris sighed.
Translation Guide:
(Obtained via Google Translate)
Sūnus! Aš negrįžtu namo iki vėlumos!- Lithuanian-Son of a bitch! I am never going home until very late!
Myliu tave mano brangioji-Lithuanian-I love you my darling.
ya tozhe tebya lyublyu-Russian-I love you too.
So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. I have always felt that "She Hates Me" by Puddle of Mudd is such a good song for PruHun and I love playing with the I fucked it up angle between them. So that's why that is, and a drunk Gilbert singing it in German. So yeah. And based on some of the latest Manga releases, Feliks does gaming streaming, so I just played that up. He can be such a fun chaotic character at times. But other than that, remember to read, well you just did, and review. Ciao for now,
otherrealmwriter
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