Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya, this fanfiction is owned by me.

(This chapter: LietPol)

It sucked. It like, totally sucked, as Feliks would say himself. Having to listen to Toris whine about his unrequited feelings for Natasha yet again. It was just attraction, not love, they both knew that, but it still hurt Toris, knowing there was nothing he could do to make it go away. And Feliks was really started to get bored of the constant agonising, the sleepless nights, everything that came with comforting a friend with a hopeless attraction to a madwoman.

"You know how it is, Feliks. I just"—

"Will you like, SHUT UP about Natasha already?!" Feliks snaps, grabbing his friend by the collar of his shirt, startling the slight Lithuanian.

Never had Toris seen such anger blazing in Feliks' eyes. The grassy-green rounds glare holes into his own, gentle brown ones, striking a fear he'd never thought his friend could awaken into his heart. "What?" he squeaks, in shock over the outburst.

Feliks lets go of Toris and his angry expression drops, as though breaking a mask hiding his true feelings.

"I'm sick of hearing about her," he begins miserably. "I'm sick of hearing you go on and on about how badly you want Natasha, and how much it hurts that you can't have her. I'm sick of you always telling me that she's the one, and that maybe she'll change her mind about Ivan and go after you. How much of an idiot can you be, if you think just because you're strongly attracted to her, that you're meant to be together?!" Feliks rants, tears burning his eyes towards the end of his tirade.

In all the years Toris had spent venting his frustrations to Feliks, he had never dwelled upon how his friend felt about having to listen to him. The first few times, Feliks had laughed it off and told him to get a grip, but after one, two, three years, Feliks had gotten used to just being there to comfort his friend. So why the outburst now?

"I'm sorry," Toris says, unsure of what else to tell Feliks.

Silence, at first. For several minutes. Then a response.

"You don't need Natasha. I know you think you do, but you don't." Feliks says bluntly.

"Feliks…"

"There's someone that loves you, Toris. He really loves you and he hates seeing you in so much pain over someone else," Feliks tells him, tearing his eyes away from the slight male.

"Who is it?" Toris asks, truly unaware of his apparent lover.

Feliks turns to look at his friend once more, a softer expression having replaced his anger. "Me. That's who."