3 years later

The Carriage door opened and Roderich stepped out to be greeted by a young woman with long brown hair clipped back with flowers.

"Elizaveta," he said, bowing and kissing her hand. "Still as lovely as ever."

Elizaveta smiled. "Roderich. It's nice seeing you again." She said as Feliks climbed out of the carriage and hid behind Roderich.

Roderich noticed a small boy standing next to Elizaveta. "You must be Toris." He said. "I'm Roderich." He said.

Toris nodded shyly and bowed. "I-It's nice to meet you, sir." He said.

Elizaveta smiled and noticed the small dress-wearing blonde boy hiding behind Roderich. Roderich stepped aside to show Feliks. Elizaveta nearly squealed when she saw him.

"Oh my god! Is this Feliks? He's so cute!" She squealed, bending down so that she could be at eye level with the young boy, all the while thinking of how much better it would be once Toris and Feliks were grown up, married, and could do the things that married people do, all while she watched in secret.

Feliks shied away from Elizaveta, intimidated by the friendliness of the woman. Elizaveta stood up and smiled at Toris. "Um, Toris," she said. "Don't you want to… maybe…."

Toris shook his head. "Do I have to?"

"Yes." Elizaveta said sternly, walking back to him and placing both hands on Toris's shoulders. "Go on, kiss his hand!" she insisted, giving him a gentle push forward.

Toris stumbled forward until he stopped in front of Feliks. He looked back at Elizaveta, prepared to run from this uncomfortable situation. Elizaveta shook her head.

"H-Hello, Prince Feliks." He said, bowing. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Feliks bowed, rather unwillingly, as he said. "I'm pleased to meet you, Prince Toris."

Toris looked once more back at his mother. Upon seeing her expression, he sighed in defeat. Taking Feliks's hand, Toris tentatively kissed it. Feliks yanked his hand back in disgust, wiping his hand on the front of his dress.

"Geez. Like, look at him." Feliks thought to himself, giving Toris a once-over. "I Can't believe I'm like, stuck with him all summer. I mean, LOOK at him. I bet he doesn't even like to wear makeup or race ponies or anything." Feliks sighed.

"What a bummer," Thought Toris. "I thought Feliks would be more polite."

"I'm so happy you could come." Toris continued, keeping up a semi-real façade of friendliness, if just for Elizaveta's sake.

"So happy to be here." Feliks grumbled. This was going to be a very long summer indeed.

*headdesk repeatedly.* Why. The. Fuck .Is .This .so . OOC? *headsmash*

This was seriously what you guys have NOT been waiting for. I'm sorry. I kept getting caught up in other things. And also, it's finals week. I will update this as often as I can. I get the feeling that "This is my idea" is probably the longest song adaption I'm going to write. I really can't wait until we get to "Practice, practice, practice." I've got great plans with that one. But until then… you've got this.

(I actually am one of those people who thought that Poland had fallen instantly in love with Liet the minute he saw him, so writing it this way was a bit of a challenge for me. But I've seen other works like this... so, i guess it's okay)