Upon the completion of the first chapter, several important details were left out. On top of that, they were never completely addressed in the previous version either. Now that the fourth wall has been cracked, let us continue with the story. (A warning, it will very likely be attacked several more times throughout this entire story.)

Feliks and Toris lived in a nondescript country in a nondescript town in Europe. Feliks's family was part of the upper class and associated with the rich. While his dad was not a CEO and his mom was not a lawyer, his family was up there in the ladder of success. Feliks was something of a spoiled child. He always got all the clothing, all the toys, all the "everything" he wanted. Of course, there are things that money can't buy and he understood that very well. Despite being a spoiled rich kid, he was actually quite smart. Both his parents had to work hard to get where they were and he was given no slack. Naturally, he was one of the smartest kids in their school. He was not at the top, though, as he didn't bother to try as hard as some of the other smart students.

Toris on the other hand, was from an average middle classed family. His parents worked simple jobs and he often got hand-me-downs from his cousins. He was average in class grades at school and often found himself getting bullied by everyone in the class due to his kind personality. How he met confident and eccentric Feliks was a lucky draw. They happened to move into two vacant houses right next to each other on the same day. The two of them grew up together as neighbors and attended the same elementary and middle schools.

Now before this gets derailed any further into what sounds like the beginning of a clichéd fairy tale love story, it is insisted that it is important to understand the setting where the rest of this story will take place—Hetalia's School for Young Men.

The town where Feliks and Toris lived is on the other side of a mountain that cut the country in two. No, this country probably doesn't exist in real life and, yes, the author is making this to fit what she needs. The only way through the mountain is to take an expensive train ride through a tunnel dug specifically into the mountain. On the other side are the cities. While there are also towns on the other side, the most notable thing is that the capital of the country is on that side of the country. A little further from the city is a much, much smaller town and on the edge of that town, you will find Hetalia's School for Young Men.

Hetalia's School for Young Men is a well known boarding school for grades K through twelve. The students who graduate from this school are very successful and most go on to Hetalia University, one of the highest standing Universities in the country. Still, it is a boarding school and they do not accept just anyone. On top of that, due to past traditions, they remained an all boys school despite protests from newer generations. Due to its increasing popularity, an enrollment test has been put in place for the last couple of years.

Of course, it was no hard task for Feliks to ace this test. His family was also rich enough to pay all of his expenses in one go. He was in the school and he can't get out.

It was not originally his decision to take this exam. His parents had tricked him by telling him that someone thought he couldn't pass this exam and was waiting for him to fail. Of course, upon hearing that, he jumped right in and began working his hardest to pass. The exam wasn't easy and while he did not receive a high grade at all, he had passed.

In November of eighth grade, he discovered his parents lie and threw a huge tantrum about it. In the end, he could not get out of it even when he begged on his knees.

Feliks Lukasivicz was going to Hetalia's School for Young Boys.

A day before the start of the new school year, Feliks stood waiting for the train with Toris. His parents had left a short while ago since the train was about to arrive in a couple of minutes. They had to rush to some new urgent business and left Toris to watch him.

Toris was quiet as he sat on the bench. Feliks on the other hand began pacing about and fingering the ticket in his pocket. He had accidentally pushed it on different places and it was surely wrinkled by now.

Feliks watched the ground with a pout as he walked back and forth in front of the station. "Toris, promise you'll like, call me every single day?"

"Huh?"

"Promise me!"

"Well, sure, but…"

"That's not a promise!" Feliks placed his hands on his hips and stomped up to the Lithuanian. The tak-tak-tak sound appeared in the distance to signal the arrival of the train.

"Huh? What are you saying Feliks? I don't have an unlimited phone plan—"

"Who gives a shit? I need you to like, call me every single day!" the last part was lost as the train screeched to a stop.

"W-What, I didn't hear what you said?"

The doors to the train opened and Feliks frowned.

"Feliks, the train is here. …Bye," Toris said with a small smile. Feliks did not budge. "Uh, Feliks?"

"Nie," Feliks said under his breath. Toris gave him a confused look. "I refuse to get on!" he yelled out before grabbing Toris's wrist and dragging him out of the station.

"W-W-Whaaaaat?" Toris yelled in shock, "Your luggage! I'm going to drop it!"

"Then like, drop it! I can totally buy all those things back!" Feliks retorted without stopping. There was a strange fierceness in his voice that Toris couldn't quite understand. Still, Toris did not want his friend to waste money so he clung onto the luggage handle tightly as his friend dragged him across town.

"F-Feliks, what is it? You're going to miss the train and—" they were at the town square and Toris watched as Feliks hugged himself tightly. "…Feliks? Are you ok? Is your back hurting?"

Face flushed from the running, Feliks shook his head defiantly, "No! Perfectly fine. Now, come with me. There's something we have to totally do before I go." Grabbing Toris's arm again, he pulled the other boy behind him into a store.

Toris recognized the store. It was the oldest one in town. Both Feliks and Toris were first generation kids to live in this town, but they've watched as stores run out of business and close down only to be replaced by new ones. Recently, the popular thing was to remodel the entire store completely. Many new entrepreneurs began to think that in order to compete with the rest of the town, country, and world, they needed new equipment. More often than not, the result was that the new equipment did not match the age of the store or building they were in. So the fate of many of the old stores was to be torn down and rebuilt in a new, modern fashion.

Each time a store disappeared from the town square to be replaced by a shiny, squeaky, construction scented one, Toris couldn't help but feel a bit sad. It just wasn't the same anymore. As each store disappeared, it was notable that this one stood its ground and refused to leave.

It was a general store and had everything from children's toys to a small bakery in the back. "Um, Feliks, the train definitely left—"

"Who cares about that?" he snapped as he weaved through one of the front aisles. "Here it is! I was like, so worried they'd be all gone!" he said as he bent over one of the hooks on the spinning pole in one of the aisles. Before Toris could ask what had caught Feliks's attention, the blonde had spun around and dangled something close to Toris's face.

"W-What is it?" from the close proximity, all Toris could see was a blurry blue thing in front of him. Squeezing his eyes shut, he pushed away Feliks's hand until there was a foot of space between him and the object. Opening his eyes again, he could now see that Feliks was holding a blue cell phone strap with a star in his hand.

"Isn't it totally cute?" Feliks said with a grin as he held up a matching pink one.

"Er, yes, uh, the train—" Toris started, but his friend had already turned around and skipped over to the counter. "F-Feliks?" By the time Toris joined him, the blonde had already paid for the two cell phone straps.

With a grin, Feliks walked out of the store and stayed silent. Toris watched his friend. Feliks was staring at the sky with a faraway look and smile. Two minutes passed and the blonde still didn't say anything.

"Feliks?" Toris called cautiously. His friend had never managed to stay so quiet for as long as he has known him.

Feliks turned around, grin plastered across his face again. "Here you go!" he said as he held out the blue cell phone strap for Toris.

"F-For me?"

"Why else would I like, be handing it to you?" he said matter of factly as he dropped the trinket in Toris's hands.

"R-Really?" Toris smiled as he opened the little plastic wrapping and took the strap out, "Thank you, Feliks! This isn't very like you, to give me—"

"You've like, accepted it now, right?" Toris gave him a dumbfounded look. Feliks smirk turned mischievous, "So now you'll totally call me every day! It's like, a deal!"

Toris stood frozen as his friend ran off in the direction of the train station. Clutching the cell phone strap, he began to shake lightly, "Feliks!" he yelled, "You…you…you—"

"Hurry up, slowpoke! Like, we'll totally miss the train!"

Oh geez, now he was stealing Toris's words on top of this. Biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself from screaming out offensive curses, Toris pulled at the luggage and followed his best friend back to the station. More than once in his lifetime, Toris had wanted to just get angry and drop his friendship with Feliks. Still, each time the thought came to mind, he is reminded that there was always a secondary meaning to every selfish thing he asks for.

And as he stood silently fuming in front of the ticket booth, he was about to find out what Feliks had in mind.

"S-Sorry, Miss, I, uh…" Feliks's face flushed pink as he held up the crumpled ticket. The lady quickly realized that Feliks had missed the train and quickly exchanged it for a ticket for the next train for a fee.

For the second time that day, they entered the station through the turnstile and Toris sat down on the nearest bench. Setting the luggage down in the seat next to him, he glared up at the Polish boy standing before him.

Feliks grinned back before sitting on the seat on the other side of Toris. He could tell that Toris was mad, but he also knew the other would forgive him. He always did because that was Toris's special ability. To overlook all the things he did and always stay on his side.

They stayed quiet as Feliks pulled the phone strap out of its bag. It took a moment, but he managed to attach it to his phone. "You put it on yours too," he finally said to Toris.

"My phone doesn't have a space for a strap," Toris huffed.

"Liar, I totally saw it on your phone the last time I used it to play Angry Birds."

"Oh, was that why my phone died suddenly mid call to my parents?"

Feliks grinned innocently as he held out his hand for Toris's phone. Toris was trying to decide if he should hand over his phone when they heard the familiar tak-tak-tak sound of the train approaching.

"Your train's here," Toris said, leaving his phone in his pocket, "You better not miss this one or else you'll really be late—mmph!" Toris was muffled by a mouthful of hair as he was hugged by Feliks.

"Liet! Promise me you'll like, call me every single day! Please! I totally mean it! I even promise that I won't like, wear pink for a whole year, won't drag you shopping, won't bother you with stupid things as long as you call me every day!"

"Woah, woah, slow down, Feliks! Feliks stop—too tight!" Toris gasped out as he felt Feliks squeeze him tighter. Realizing that there was no escaping this tight embrace, Toris settled for calmly petting Feliks's hair. "I'm not even going to be around to make sure you keep your promise to those things," he muttered.

As the train screeched to a stop in front of them, Toris realized what Feliks had been thinking about the entire time. Toris mentally sighed, once again, the same phrase repeated in his head, I should've known. At the same time, that was what made Feliks so special, he was completely and utterly unpredictable.

"I promise I'll call every day, as much as possible," he whispered in his friend's ear, "Now get on the train. You don't want to miss it another time."

Feliks sniffed once before letting go of Toris. He ducked his head downward and reached over for his bags. Toris could tell that he was desperately hiding the fact that he was crying and decided that Feliks pride was worth preserving so he pretended to not see anything as the Pole wiped his eyes furiously with the back of his sleeve.

"H-Hah!" he said with a bright smile, "Look at you, Toris! Getting all like, emotional over this! So totally uncool!"

"Right…" Toris muttered, "Good bye, I'll miss you too."

With one last satisfied smirk, Feliks turned to get on the train. As he handed the attendant his ticket, he heard Toris call out, "Don't be shy and make lots of new friends!"

Feliks's eyes widened at Toris's suggestion before his face turned into a forced frown, "Don't you be the one lecturing me on that!" With a fake huff, he walked into the aisle and picked a seat next to the window. Looking outside, he saw that Toris was still waving at him. Feliks stuck his tongue out in return.

The train started moving and Feliks looked away from the window.

Toris, on the other hand, watched as the train sped away and stood still watching its retreating form for a while. He let out a sigh; he couldn't help but be a bit worried. The two of them had leaned on each other as pillars for a long time. Feliks was the smart, rich, and pushy one. Whenever Toris was in trouble, the other was always there to yell at the person and defend him. Toris was the sensible and hospitable one. Despite how outgoing Feliks can be, he is actually very shy in front of strangers. More often than not, he would hide behind Toris when approaching a teacher or a new classmate he had to work with.

While Toris got along with everyone in the class and talked with everyone every once in a while, Feliks knew only two or three people including Toris. Feliks must have been worried about his ability to make new friends without Toris around.

Taking his phone out of his pocket, Toris took the cell phone charm and attached it to his phone. Feliks must have been scared that his friendship with Toris would end and that he wouldn't have anyone in the new school either.

Toris narrowed his eyes. Admittedly, he would be a bit jealous if Feliks found a new best friend in his new boarding school. Expensive or not, he thought, I'll make sure to call every day.

Feliks had fallen asleep by the time the train stopped and was prodded awake by one of the attendants. "Like, five more minutes, Mom," he mumbled with his head against the window. He had sat alone on the train ride as not many people were on the late train.

"Sir," the attendant said as soft and gentle as she could muster, "We're here." Despite her shaking the boy for the past ten minutes, he had not moved from his seat. She was just about to give up when someone entered the train cart.

"Why're you still here? They need you up front greeting the new guests."

"Um, this boy here won't wake up," she whispered. While it was her job to wake him, she knew there would be bad consequences if they treated a customer badly.

The man frowned and moved over to try and shake Feliks awake. When that didn't work, he stepped back and crossed his arms. As he did so, he noticed that the luggage in the upper compartment had a tag on it. To Hetalia's School for Young Men, it read. "Oh," he said in surprise, "he's rather late. All of the students should have been on the earlier train." His lips pressed into a thin line as he walked over to the phone and called for arrangements. After all, the famous boarding school was an important customer for their special train service. (While students pay for the train ride, the school pays to make sure they arrive to the school safely.)

On the other side of the phone, an irritated Brit was forced to make arrangements to get the late student to school. Finally, under the threat of no shopping for a year, Feliks was forced to get up and get into the car that would bring him directly to the school. How they knew he valued the activity of shopping was unknown to him as he sat grumpily in the car. It didn't take long, however, for him to fall asleep once again.

When they arrived at the school, Feliks was, once again, reluctant to get up. And once again, the irritated Brit was called up. This time, however, he was even more annoyed since it was after he had crawled into bed and required him to walk out into the chilly night.

When Arthur Kirkland arrived at the scene with two lackeys, he was furious. "Where is the bloke who refuses to get up?" he growled as he stomped his way to the black VIP-looking car. Looking into the opened car door, his thick eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Uh…this…He…He is a he, right?" he asked nervously. The driver responded with a nod.

Shrugging, he reached in and tugged Feliks's arm sharply, dragging him half out the door.

"Hey!" Feliks's eyes shot open. He had felt the seat disappear from under his back and it wasn't a pleasant feeling. Instead, he was greeted by a dark blue, nighttime sky along with the feeling that he was about to fall. "Ow, ow, you're like, hurting me!" he complained. It was true, though. Arthur's pulling on his arm was causing a strain on his back, which was being pulled down by gravity.

"Are you awake then?" he asked and Feliks picked up the British accent right away.

He furrowed his eyebrows in a frown, "You talk funny." Pulling himself up into a sitting position in the car, he reached over for his handbag before getting out of the car. Arthur, on the other hand, began blushing and blubbering complaints about Feliks's comment on his accent.

"I-It does not sound funny!" he finally managed out, "You're the one who's talking like a girl!"

Poland paused mid-stretch and glared at him.

"I-I'm sorry, that was rude," Arthur quickly said, "Anyways, if you were here on time four hours ago," he reached out his hand for a handshake, "you'd know I'm Arthur Kirkland, the student council president."

"Feliks Lukasievicz," he replied, taking Arthur's hand in a firm shake.

"Yes, I know, I saw all the names on the student roster and yours was the only one who didn't check in on time," Arthur frowned in confusion for a moment as he noticed painted nails on Feliks's hand. Shrugging, he decided that every person was different. Turning around, he ordered the two lackeys to pick up the Pole's belongings.

To the three council members' surprise, they could not lift the first suitcase. Both boys tugged at the handle before it could finally be lifted out of the car. And to everyone's shock, the metal made a creak sound as if snapping back into place after the weight was lifted. "What do you have in there?" Arthur questioned.

Feliks shrugged, "Stuff. I got a little carried away. There were like, so much clothes I want to bring. I had these totally cute tops that I couldn't part with and for like, each top, there were like, ten different bottoms that could go along with it! And then the shoes! The shoes! As if I could like, forget any of my sandals, boots, or—"

"Put a sock in it!" Arthur cut in. What's wrong with this guy? He's talking away like a girl! God dammit, I came to an all boys school so I can get away from annoying teenage girls, he rolled his eyes. Arthur was enrolled two years ago in middle school to the boarding school. Enrollment could be at any time as long as you pass the test for the given grade. Most of the students would enroll at either first grade or sixth grade. Few would come in between the years and even fewer would enroll at the high school level. This is because the difficulty of the test often screens out the majority of the applicants. In fact, it has made everyone enroll earlier so few would try at this level anyways.

Feliks, who had stayed silent at Arthur's yell, walked next to him while the two lackeys struggled to carry the suitcase behind them. So he's actually really smart, Arthur thought as they entered the dormitory building. The school actually had an interesting history to it, but that would be discussed in later chapters. All that is needed to be known is that the dormitory is across the street from the school. The "street" being a bridge over a small creek. The dormitory was quite large and separated by level of schooling. There was elementary, middle, and high school sections.

"Each room is actually made to mimic a small apartment so you can have some privacy. There is one shared bedroom, a bathroom with a shower, as well as a small common room," Arthur explained. From what Feliks could see, the rooms were quite large. As they walked down hallways, Feliks saw how far the walls stretched between doors. "And then if you pay some more money, you may even get the penthouse apartment."

"Really? Like, how much does it cost?"

"More than you can imagine," was Arthur's response.

"Is it taken right now?"

"No, why do you ask?"

Feliks pointed down a hallway, "Because I hear some totally loud music and there are like, flashing lights up the staircase with the label penthouse next to it."

"Bloody hell! What's going on?" Arthur yelled as he dashed up the stairs taking two steps at a time.

Feliks watched him disappear upstairs before turning to the lackeys, "By the way, you're totally bring that up with you. I'm like, not risking having anything stolen." They stared at him for a brief moment before groaning a yes.

When Feliks arrived at the top of the stairs, Arthur was struggling to get the locked door open. "Why don't you like, knock? I'm sure they would think we're late guests," Feliks said as he knocked on the door lazily.

"What? No! As the president, I have a bit more dignity to walk in with authority! That's how I get them to listen to—"

"Accueil—shit, Artie?"

The naked Frenchman behind the door attempted to slam the door shut again, but Arthur stuck a foot in and shoved him away, "It's the middle of the night, do you all want to get expelled?" The music and the volume of the crowd were too loud, however, and no one heard him. Annoyed, the Brit turned to glare at the boy who opened the door, "Francis Bonnefoy! You had a party without me?" Sarcasm was so heavily laced in his words, Francis jumped.

"Well, I-I…" his eyes drifted to the corner where he spotted Feliks, "Ohhh, and who's this beautiful—"

"Get the hell away from him! And don't change the subject!" Arthur yelled, quickly shoving Francis away.

"Ooh, ouch! Don't be jealous, Artie, I'm just spreading the love."

"Bloody hell, get off your high horse! I just don't want the new student to get violated by the likes of you!" he rolled his eyes as Francis feigned a hurt look, "And don't call me 'Artie', my name is Arthur. And I swear to God the next time I see that American who gave me that nickname—"

"Hi Artie!" Feliks watched as blonde in a bomber jacket walk up to them with a grin. He paused a moment, as if to realize he did something wrong, "Ummm, and bye, Francis!" He quickly turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

"…The next time I see him," he rubbed his temples before looking at Francis again, "I'm not done so don't even think about disappearing and—BLOODY HELL, just put some clothes on! Why are you putting a bloody rose there?"

This time, Arthur's anger helped raise his voice above everyone and the result was everyone turning to stare at him. The only thing that made a noise were the speakers playing Katy Perry's Last Friday Night. "Hey, whoever picked the playlist for today, like, did a good job!" Feliks said with a grin, breaking the silence.

"Everybody out!" Arthur yelled as he pointed at the door. "Stop groaning! I'm only enforcing the rules," he said as they exited, ignoring the occasional "stick up the ass", "Party pooper", "Virgin for life-Ow!" that he got from the passing crowd.

As the last person went downstairs, Arthur pulled someone back, "Where do you think you're going, Beilschmidt?"

"Well, uh, you ordered everyone out! So I was just being awesome and following the rules," the albino laughed nervously as he tried to play it off smooth. It was clearly not working if Arthur's constantly twitching thick eyebrows were a sign.

"As one of the few people who had access to the keys to this place, you're being reported for trying to throw a party. You're getting detention."

"What? But tomorrow's the first day of school!"

"And I don't care!" Arthur said with a mocking tone of voice and Feliks laughed out loud.

Gilbert Beilschmidt, on the other hand, didn't find it so funny, "That's not funny, what the hell is a girl doing here anyway?" The next thing Gilbert saw was an incoming fist.

"Gilbert Beilschmidt, meet your roommate, Feliks Lukasiewicz," Arthur mumbled before yelling at the two boys to stop fighting.

Hi, first and foremost, I want to thank everyone who put this story their favorite and alert lists! And thank you to the people who reviewed it as well! Second, I'd like to apologize about the forth wall breaking introduction (nervous laugh). I considered making it a footnote, but decided that it would be best to include all the introduction and setting of this fictional country in the story. I felt like bringing up the details when it gets up to that point would be confusing. I have no idea where this country is or if it exists in any world of this universe. I would like to at least say it's a made up country in Europe, but their education system sounds very similar to an American one (not that I really know how every European education system is run). Anyways, I hope that would clear up any remaining confusion (and not make more). Thank you for reading!

(PS: What is with this new layout for the site? Not necessarily bad, but I can't get used to it…)

(PPS: Forgot some translations-

Nie: No; Polish

Accueil: Welcome; French)