Hellooo~! . how are you lovelies! I hope better than me -.- I was terribly sick the past week and literally couldn't move from the pain! Geh!

But~! Here's an update! (heavenly music plays) x3 hope you like it. Ah! That's right, before you start I have to tell you this! I have made a hetalia family arrangement different from usual. My arrangement goes by physical appearance and not by hetalia cannon, so no Germany and Prussia being brothers here!

I will post my family arrangement in my profile, but not everyone got change some families stayed the same. Russia, Ukraine, Belarus: still fam. Sealand and Arthur: still fam :)

Shout outs to Catsdon'tcry and psychokittenterror for follwing me! LOVE YOU GUYS! o3o

Raivis was really happy with the last few weeks in school. He always came after it to his house and told Ma-Ti about his day with a big smile on his face. Ma-Ti was right! He just needed to wait and he would have a friend without changing anything from his personality.

He sat next to Peter, his new friend. Raivis didn't have any complaints of Peter... except for maybe one. Peter usually was full of energy and talked a lot, which wasn't a problem for Raivis, only if the talk made any sense. Peter tended to speak when there was silence just to fill it in with something, and when that something is how much you love cereal for breakfast, it becomes annoying.

Currently they were in Artistic Skills making figures out of construction paper. Raivis was creating a daisy quietly while Peter went on and on about how his brother didn't take him seriously for the fourth time that day. Honestly, Raivis could see why his brother did that. I don't want to sound rude or anything but Cheetos! He's goals are far too surreal for people to take him seriously.

Raivis sighed as he continued to hear Peter's latest protest, ''I mean, how can he not believe me? I am completely capable of running ten times around the park without getting tired!'' he puffed his cheeks, ''It's not my fault that sports is not his strong point, he's just jealous... yeah, he totally is!'' at this Peter shot his hands up with his scissors still in his right hand. Raivis quickly ducked and yelped, catching the attention of the two classmates who shared a double-desk in front of them.

They were twins, if Raivis remembered correctly. Both had the same short, dirty blond hair and share similar physical characteristics; though they were some mayor differences between the two where you could easily tell them apart.

For starters, one was a boy. He had green eyes and a carefree face, his straight hair went all the way to his shoulder but it was usually tied in a ponytail, and you would commonly mistake him for a girl the first time you met him. His eyes always seemed to be extremely relaxed, and most of the time you found him smiling.

The other twin was a girl. She had the same hair length as his brother, but she braided it into two small pigtails, and had eyes considerably bigger than those of her twin, who were colored a beautiful turquoise color. A small blush always seemed to adorn her cheeks and had a tiny mouth.

''Peter! What have I said to you about scissors being dangerous?'' their teacher exclaimed. Peter huffed lightly -so his teacher wouldn't notice it- and crossed his arms around his chest, never letting go of the scissors.

''Sorry Mrs. Maes...'' he muttered, not meeting her gaze. His teacher sighed and let him off the hook for the time being. Peter turned to look at Raivis and smiled triumphantly before returning to create his figure. There was a long moment of silence in which Raivis relaxed. Finally, a moment of peace and quiet...

''My breakfast this morning was goya hoop. I never tasted it before, but my brother told me it was delicious, so I thought 'why not?' and I give it a try. I made the cereal and tasted it and do you know the taste of those!'' Peter started talking again.

Or maybe not, Raivis thought with a sigh.

He didn't wait for a response before quickly rambling on again, ''it tastes like garbage! I don't know what happened to me when I decided to trust of what my brother thought of ''delicious''. I almost puked from just one bite, seriously!''

The thing about this is that he won't even notice when I'm not listening. He's just so full of himself sometimes. Raivis kept on pasting his paper flower's parts together, getting completely indulged in his own thoughts to notice that Peter continued talking.

''Still, Arthur said it wasn't that bad and that I should finish my cereal. Can you believe it!''

And why does he need to repeat the same stories sometimes? Raivis thought as he examined his finished daisy paper flower.

''You know what I did? I threw the cereal in the neighbor's backyard and ran to school!''

I don't have anything against him telling me about his life –even if their only fights-, but it would be nice to hear a 'what about you?' once in a while! Raivis gripped his paper flower with more force than necessary when he thought about that. You egoist, selfish, thick-headed-

''Pretty clever don- AH!''

Peter screamed as Raivis stabbed him with his daisy paper flower in the neck, earning a jump from Peter. This caused his sailor hat to bounce and cover his eyes and nose. Peter usually came with a sailor shirt with a blue collar, blue shorts, a bad-tied tie, and his hat for some reason.

Raivis didn't get Peter's personality at all and most of the time he couldn't get what his face expressions meant, but as Raivis took in Peter's face he had a pretty good idea of how he felt right now, and he didn't like it. He felt hurt.

His blue eyes and bushy brows where hidden by the hat, but he could see the small tears coming from the corner of Peter's eyes, his cheeks where completely flushed red and his lips twitched and trembled every now and then from the straight line they were forced to be in. Tiny gasps and quiet sharp intakes of breath coming from them.

Raivis didn't know what to say, he didn't mean to make him feel bad! It was an accident; he was caught up in his own thoughts!

''Peter?'' He slowly moved his arm to try and take the hat off Peter's face, but as soon as his hand touched it Peter's hand gripped on the edge of his hat, not letting it to be moved away.

The twins once again turned to look at them. One curiously, the other with worry. Raivis started to shook slightly from the guilt as he tried to say something to explain it was an accident. It wasn't that bad! You're overreacting like always, right?

''I-I, uh... y-y-you see, uh, this is a...daisy.'' Raivis said with a lame smile on his face. Like that's going to explain anything!

Peter's hand was still clutched to his hat, and his face hadn't change, but even if for a slight second, his lips stopped trembling and tried to form a smile. Though the second that it came, the second it was gone and Peter's lips returned to their trembling.

Come on, you can explain. Just breathe deeply and do it. Raivis closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Now, let it out. When he exhaled, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Peter's eyes. Well, where he thought they were. He couldn't really tell with that sailor hat in the way. ''Listen, I, um, i-it wa-'' But he couldn't finish his explanation, for the bell indicating lunch rang and cut him off.

As soon as it rang, Peter stood up and ran out of the classroom, never lifting his hat.

''Wait!'' Raivis, feeling terrible and guilty stood up as well to follow him and apologize. He was followed by other students oblivious to what just happened, happy that lunch break came.

One of the twins –the boy- smiled largely at the scene. His sister turned to look at him with curiosity, ''what is it Feli?'' she asked, feeling that his brother was probably planning something again. Her voice was soft and smooth and also incredibly small in volume, like she wasn't used to talking.

Her twin only smiled wider and grabbed her hand, motioning her to stand up and follow him. ''I just thought of helping those dumb friends, let's go!'' Feli –as his sister called him- shouted as he made a mad dash to the halls, dragging his sister behind. His voice was kind of girlish, but was loud and held a tinge of obviousness, completely opposite as the one of his sister.

''You go and talk to the stabber and I will go with Popeye the Sailor. Make sure that he tells you why he did it.'' He instructed as he kept on running in the halls.

''His feelings?'' The twin asked, totally used to her brother's mad dashes already and to his crazy plans. Thought he'd do something like this.

''Yes Elise, his feelings. Tell them to me, I'll tell you the ones of Popeye later.''

''Why?'' the twin asked again.

Feli rolled his eyes and explained as if it was completely obvious, ''so you say the feelings of Popeye to the stabber and vice-versa. Didn't you see them; they are blind of the other's feelings. One thinks the other is an idiot and one thinks the other is a withdrawn.''

''How are you so sure they're not?'' she asked, a bit challengingly. That was her role. When his brother came up with a plan, she would analyze it and look for any mistakes, asking questions to any fluke or unrelated things she saw in them.

She simply prevents his brother from making a plan that will doom them. Her brother though, treated it like a little girl asking questions to thinks she didn't understand, even if he knew the real reason.

''Wow Elise, you sure are asking a lot of questions today.'' Feli laughed at that and explained to his sister. ''If the stabber was a withdrawn he wouldn't have stabbed Popeye, and he also would've said sorry immediately after doing it, which he didn't.'' Feli deduced, ''as for Popeye, well he is an idiot-''

''Feli!''

''Well he is!'' he defended as they came to the school entrance, which was open for lunch break. He stopped there, regained his breath, and continued to explain. ''But he's not only an idiot and selfish person. Someone like that wouldn't feel hurt that stabber did that, instead he would've felt annoyed and angry, maybe outright ignore it,-''

''Which he didn't'' Elise –as she was apparently called- finished for her twin. She smiled, approving of the information her brother provided and of the plan.

Feli smiled proudly at her and nodded, ''you're learning Eli!'' he praised clapping his hands and causing the permanent blush of his twin to deepen. ''well, go talk to stabber then.'' He said when he finished clapping, and turned to the left.

Elise was going to say 'yes' before a thought stopped her completely, ''where is he? And how do you that his friend didn't catch up with him?''

Feli turned to his head to the right to face his sister, ''it's totally obvious where they are. Haven't you watched soap operas before with me?'' Feliks asked with mock indignity, ''and stabber is way slower than Popeye, you've seen them in P.E.''

Elise blushed once again from embarrassment, ''yes, but I don't really know...'' she trailed off as she tugged at the hem of her dress. She was good for looking at possible flaws and obstacles in plans, not for deducing like her brother!

Feli sighed and shook his head, knowing of it already. ''No problem, I'll tell you where he is, just tell me before, do you have your walkie talkie?'' he asked.

That was the way they informed each other about situations and events when they weren't together, which, in all honesty, didn't happen very often.

They have had those since they were in second grade, it being a gift of their big brother gave for their birthday.

Elise nodded and pulled her walkie talkie from the right pocket of her skirt. ''Good! Then hear, let me tell you.'' Feli said as he motioned with his arm for Elise to come closer.

Located outside of school were big steps of half a meter in height you could climb on. They were five meters long on the top, extending from the school's wall to the beginning of the parking lot. A place originally built to put plants and trees there, but now worked as a place to eat lunch and skip class.

They were called ''step-ons'' by students and they were three of them: one on the right side of school, other at the left, and the last one was at the back of it.

They also had a name for the section you were on. The one located in the right receives the name of ''cheat step-on block'', this is because in that step-on you could find students with answers for tests, homework, done essays, etc. Though they weren't very reliable, and have gotten other students in trouble many times before.

The one located in the left is called ''lone step-on block'', it receives that named because not many people used it, since it is one story below the principal's office, so when you go there you don't find many students -if you found any at all.

The last one is called ''make out step-on block'', that is because -as the name says- people use it to make-out.

The make out step-on block is divided in two, since there is an emergency exit at the back of school. The right side is for little kids from first to fourth grade who kiss due to a bet or just to try it; innocent. The left side is used for students from fifth to seventh grade, and most of their not-so-innocent kisses.

Right now Peter was located in the lone step-on block, sobbing uncontrollably and rubbing his eyes to wipe away the tears. His hat was placed on his lap and he was sitting on his knees, pasted to the wall.

''Calm down Popeye, cheer up!'' a voice suddenly exclaimed next to Peter. He quickly turned and saw that one of the twins who sat in front of him was also there with hands on his hips.

Peter blushed, embarrassed that he was seen like this and tried desperately to stop crying. The tears didn't stop though, and when he tried to speak, it sounded like he was choking.

''Uh-h-h... G-g-go-o... aw-way!'' he shouted, trying –and failing- to sound mad. The twin gave him a sympathetic smile and sat down next to him.

''I'm Feliks, nice to meet you.'' The twin introduced himself, extending his hand to Peter and completely ignoring Peter's demand.

Peter look at him for a moment and after a minute, he hesitantly extended his hand to greet Feliks. After shaking his hand Feliks turned his gaze to the front and waited. For what, Peter did not know.

Silence surround them for some time before Feliks spoke again. ''Well, aren't you going to tell me your name?''

Peter jumped and turned to look at him once again. He slowly narrowed his eyes and blushed even darker, ''sorry I didn't mean to be rude! I was just spaced out, but I would really like to tell you my name, you know?'' he hurriedly spoke; flailing his arms while he did so and making his slight British accent show more.

''I'm not stupid and, yeah, accidents happen right? Hahaha...'' he laughed awkwardly at the end and scratched his neck simultaneously. He then coughed and turned his head to the ground ''...I'm Peter.'' He mumbled at the end.

Feliks tried his best to not burst out laughing, knowing it would only make Peter hurt more, but he looked extremely adorable when he did that. ''Well nice to know your name Popeye, and I'm glad you're not crying anymore.''

''Hey! I just told you my name was Peter and-'' Peter suddenly stopped and placed his hand on his cheeks and eyes, feeling no more tears falling. Huh? I wonder when that happened.

Feliks –seeing Peter cutely touching his cheeks completely awed- couldn't take it anymore and started laughing heartily. ''Hahahaha! You're. Too. Cute!'' Feliks said between laughs. ''Yeah I heard your name, but Popeye goes better with you.'' Feliks mused, raising his eyebrows and smiling teasingly.

Peter just puffed his cheeks, ''Well Feliks, why are you here?'' he asked as he moved his legs to the front and extended them.

''I came here to ask you that question, actually.'' Feliks said as he brushed his front bangs that were too small to be tied in the ponytail.

Peter stayed silent for a while, eyes moving in every direction rapidly, before answering. ''I happen to like this step-on.'' He said sounding slightly offended for being questioned.

''That's...'' Feliks started, his eyes shining with adoration, ''one of the lamest excuses I've ever hear, and when you live with my brother, you've heard a lot them.'' In one swift motion his eyes changed to mockery as he continued the sentence.

''Ok Mr. Smarty Pants, why do you think I'm here?'' Peter responded back somewhat upset.

Feliks shrugged, ''you felt extremely hurt and frustrated?'' he responded nonchalantly his face totally serious. Peter's eyes widened three times its size and his mouth hung open, making him look like an idiot. Feliks smirked at his reaction, ''did I hit the nail?''

Peter shook his head rapidly, snapping out of his stupor. He turned to look at Feliks with confusion, his eyes slightly red and brows furrowed. ''How did- When in- But it-'' Peter started to sputter nonsense, but was cut off by Feliks.

''You crying uncontrollably and wanting to be alone was a clue.'' Feliks smiled, ''I can help you, just tell me what happen. I promise.'' Feliks declared his eyes heated with determination and honesty.

Peter sighed as he brought his legs to his torso and wrap his arms around them, resting his head on his knees. He didn't know why but he felt that he could trust this boy. ''...there was this boy in class who sits next to me.'' He started, ''I was hoping to become his friend, he is funny, strange, and has some amazing eyes!'' Peter declared lowly, a smile forming on his lips as he remembered. ''I thought we were gonna be the best of friends.''

Then that smile suddenly turned into a frown, ''one day I waited for him to talk, or tell me something about him or whatever. I was curious and knew nothing about him. He only says about his life when nervous and only mentions his mom, but he doesn't tell me anything with detail.''

Feliks leaned to Peter's side, absorbing all of the information, ''and what happened?'' he asked.

Peter smiled sadly, ''he didn't talk at all.'' He said voice low and cracked, ''I told him about my brother and things I did at home. 'Maybe if I start he will tell me too!' was what I thought. Sometimes I even repeated the stories, just in case he didn't hear them the first time. When that still didn't work I started to talk about anything, no matter how ridiculous, just in case he would join'' He felt a lump settle in his throat, making it harder to talk. He hid his face on his knees, ''but...'' he mumbled.

''But?''

''He didn't take me seriously, thought I was annoying, self-centered, and probably an idiot.'' He finished, barely making the words out.

''How did you know he feels like that from only a stab from a piece of paper?'' Feliks asked intrigued.

Peter brought his head up and smiled somewhat amused, ''a daisy.'' He let out a small chuckle, his mood lifting, remembering how Raivis told him what kind of flower he stabbed him with, before dropping again abruptly. ''It's not the first time I try to make a friend, and most of the time that is what they think. You may think that I overreacted about the stabbing, but that was like he was saying those things to me again, and there is a limit on how many failures you can take. I thought I was so close to have a friend, but maybe I am too annoying for anyone to stand me.''

Feliks stood up abruptly, looking at him calmly, ''Wait a sec.'' with that he move away a couple of meters, enough so that Peter wouldn't think of anything suspicious as he took out his walkie talkie. He was about to press the button to call for his twin, when a sound emitted from his walkie talkie.

''Well brother, my information has been gathered. I presume yours have been done too without any trouble, am I right?'' Feliks smiled. Always when they needed it, both of them could work as one. Their movements were synchronized, their hearts, breaths and thoughts, no matter the distance.

''What else did you expect Eli?''

When Feliks returned he looked strangely happy for some reason as he sat next to Peter again. ''What's with you?'' he asked.

''Don't you like moments where you can relax next to a person?'' Feliks asked out of the blue, earning a confused look from Peter, ''you can just hear the world around you next to someone you like.''

When Feliks received no response, his smiled widened, ''what do you think?'' he asked after a while.

Peter thought for some time before answering to the strange twin, ''I think it depends on the place you want to do it. I wouldn't find it relaxing when you're in a dumpster or in prison.''

''Why didn't you do this?'' Feliks asked, catching Peter off guard. ''Sometimes it's easier if you ask. You could have just asked stabber about it, I'm sure he would have told you gladly about his mom if you if just asked him.'' He explained, ''It happened to you too; you didn't tell me your name until I asked you.''

There was a silence after that. Peter looked utterly confused, then utterly embarrassed. ''I-I... I'm really a stupid person.'' He muttered as he leaned against the wall and hit his head against it.

''Maybe.'' Feliks said earning a glare from Peter, ''But it wasn't your fault. Stabber didn't talk at all, so he was giving the wrong message, but it's not his fault either.''

''Then whose is it? The Mois?'' Peter asked confusedly.

Feliks turned to look at him with the same face, ''Moi?'' he repeated.

''Raivis always talks about them, using them as excuses when he does something bad, saying 'The Mois did it, not me!' It's amusing.''

''So the stabber's name is Raivis?'' Feliks asked.

''Yeah and- wait!'' he turned to look directly at Feliks an accusing finger in his direction, ''How did you know of who I was talking all along! How did you found me! And why are you so sure that those are Raivis's feelings!''

Feliks laughed as he brought his hands up in surrender, ''you know that I seat in front of you, and both of you are not so quiet.'' This earned an embarrassed blush from Peter, ''It's not difficult to found someone who wants to be alone and cry when your school has a place for it.'' Peter blushed even harder, ''as for stabber's feelings... trust me, that's how he feels.''

Peter's hand returned to his lap as he thought about it, ''so whose fault was it?'' he asked.

''Both of you.'' Peter looked at him, but this time in understanding.

''Because we're both idiots?'' he offered.

''Because you're both idiots.'' Feliks assured. He stood up and wiped the dust off his white shorts and blue T-shirt. ''Well what are you waiting?'' he asked Peter.

He looked at him surprised, ''what are you talking about?''

''Go and explain this mess to your friend! Make up, you two see good together and happy, not divided and sad.'' Feliks cheered.

Friend. Peter smiled widely again, ''Yeah, I'll do it! Thanks Feliks.''

Feliks nodded and was about to leave when Peter stopped him, ''Wait!'' he shouted, ''Why did you help me?'' he asked.

Feliks smiled and responded matter-of-factly, ''because I'm your heart. I know your feelings and come to help when you're brain messes up.'' When he said that, Peter noticed that could not feel his heart beat in his body, but he could feel Feliks whole body beating. It was, as Feliks said, as if he was his heart.

When Feliks left, the feeling was over. He could feel his heart again, and this time it felt lighter. A weight was lifted from it. Go and explain this mess to your friend!

He smiled, standing up and placing his sailor hat in place before returning to school as the bell rang. He ran at full speed to his classroom, wanting nothing more than to clear things up with Raivis. Friend. The thought of one made his body feel warm from the inside.

He entered the classroom out of breath, but when he spotted Raivis sitting on their desk he run to it. When he was in front of the desk, and looked at Raivis, he was reminded of their first day of school from just a couple of weeks before. Raivis was in the same position he was when he first met him.

''Is this seat taken?'' he asked.

''H-huh?''

''I asked if this seat was taken.'' Peter repeated with a smile.

Raivis's eyes widened before shaking his head, ''you can seat here.'' He turned to look at Peter and smiled apologetically, Peter returned it with his own.

As Peter sat down Raivis relaxed more, ''my name is Peter, and I tend to talk a lot, but sometimes that is to encourage people to talk too.'' He introduced, extending his hand to Raivis.

Raivis laughed, ''I am Raivis, and I tend to be shy and keep quiet but I would like to share some stories to my friends. Though I used to like silence, someone recently made me quite fond of noise.'' He laughed once again as he took Peter's hand and shook it.

''Well I hope to meet that person one day.'' Peter joked.

''Just ask.'' Raivis answered, and both laughed happily for a while. ''Sorry for stabbing you.'' He said after they calmed down.

''Why would I?'' Peter said, completely serious. Raivis eyes widened and he started to sputter nonsense, Peter slowly broke into a smile and continued, ''since the Mios made you do it, right?''

Raivis shut up for a moment before he glared at him, though a smile was on his face and a laugh escaped his lips as he hit Peter in the shoulder, ''you scared me!''

Peter laughed, ignoring the hit in the shoulder, ''sorry, sorry. I couldn't help it!'' he placed his elbow on the desk and rested his head on his palm, ''but, yeah, all is forgiven.''

Raivis beamed, ''It's good to be friends.''

Friends. Peter blush a little as he nodded, before their teacher started to give the next subject.

The twins were looking discreetly to the scene, both of them smiling approvingly. When they turned Elise spoke to her twin, ''so what are you thinking?''

''Still in planning mode I see.'' Feliks laughed.

''Since your still at it too.'' Elise answered.

Feliks shake his head, ''I was thinking that those are so stupid-''

''Feli!''

''Admit that they are!'' Feliks said, but was smiling affectionately, ''and since they are, I'm sure they would have worse problems than this silly mistake.'' Feliks started, ''they need us near when that happens.''

''so we should be with them constantly?'' Elise offered.

''yep!''

Elise laughed at that, ''I see you have returned to normal Feli.'' Elise began, taking out her grammar notebook. ''We can just ask if they can be our friends, you know.'' Feliks blushed, ''No need for excuses.''

''What are you talking about Eli! Being their friends might happen, but this is for their sake! Theirs!'' Feliks kept on saying excuses while having a big, bright blush on his face.

Elise just smiled at her twins antics.

aand gone! Kinda strange ending, but eh! Got to be there for a reason! ;)

now, if you thought Feli was Italy, NOPE! It was POLAND biotches! x3 since Poland is FELIks and I had to give him a diminutive for Elise to use, and Feli was the best option, for Italy will not appear in this fic (I THINK), but only named. I can just call Italy by his complete name and done! Sorry for confusion~! :L

and Elise is Liechtenstein. I wanted to use potential names for her instead of the commonly used Lily. Also, their twins!

Yeah, initially Switzerland and Poland were supposed to be twins, since they looked almost identical to me, but it flowed better with the story if Liechtenstein became the twin. They also look similar so there was no prob! Sorry for any confusion again :L

See you lata~! And I hope I ddin't get you all messed up with my family arrangements 8I