"P-poland..." Toris knocked on the door of his best friend's house. The soft creak of the lock sounded and before him stood Feliks. "Oh hey Liet~" Feliks smiled moving from the doorway. "You like...look so beat up to the max. Like what happened?" Feliks began his questioning toward the brunette. Toris' eyes narrowed and he sighed softly. He waited for Feliks to shut the door before going over to the couch. Feliks took the spot next to him on the violet couch, crossing his legs soon after. "Russia got bored again...." Toris whispered. Feliks jolted upwords from his comfortable position, slaming his hands down on his knees. Feliks gave Toris a worried glance then a sneer of disgust, thinking of what Ivan had done to his friend.
"I'm like getting REALLY tired of that idiot pushing you around and treating you like a total toy, Liet." Feliks hissed, brushing a few strands of golden locks from his eyes. Toris looked at the ground, trembling slightly. "But I lov-" Toris began until he was cut off by Feliks grabbing his arm and pulling him closer. "You don't love him. You're just like thinking that you do. Liet, you need to totally wake up....look at me straight in the eyes and tell me you like love him." Feliks stared deep into those large green eyes of the Lithuanian. "I....I don't love him do I?" Toris whispered, his eyes sliding close. His head hung quickly, shakey breath leaving his mouth. "Then why was I so convinced?...." Toris buried his face into his hands.
Feliks wasn't able to respond to he did what he would probably...do on a not-so-regular basis. Feliks pulled Toris into a hug, stroking the back of his head. "You can still like totally live in my house if you want...." Feliks muttered into Toris's ear. Toris shook his head, breaking the hug. "I can't....my brothers are still there I just can't...." Toris began to push himself up from the couch. Feliks quickly grabbed Toris's hand. "Don't leave me alone again, Liet! Please! Like I need you!" Feliks looked up, shaking. "Liet....please stay here."
Toris bit down slightly on his lip, staring at Feliks pained look. "I can't. They need me." Toris leaned down giving Feliks a kiss on his forehead. He slipped from his grasp with ease and made it to the doorway. Felikes sighed "Just remember what I told you Liet."
At that, the story continued.