A/N: Disclaimer= I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia, or it's characters.
Before long, it'd been about a month since he'd been working in the facility. Within the first week, Feliks had been weary of him and was a bit standoffish toward him, but by the end of the month had warmed up a bit. "Like, you can't let your guard down, you know? There was this one day where one of them- sneaky asses that they are- nearly came up on me while they were getting their lunch. Someone hadn't locked his cell properly." Feliks explained. "Oh… what happened?" Toris asked, a little apprehensive at the look the blond gave. "Like duh, Liet I got him before he got me. That's how it works." Toris bit his lip, but nodded. He understood the reasoning, but he sort of wished that they could all just stop being so stupid and attempting to kill each other. Not that he'd ever say it to the blond, he'd be afraid of the man having an aneurysm or worse exploding into a fit about how naïve he is and how that attitude would get him killed.
He never really believed it until a few days into his first month. There was an uprising in the fields where those who had a chance of parole worked. Somebody had been digging and found something sharp, and immediately chaos ensued. He'd turned his back for a second, just a second and then there was blood. A loud ear-piercing scream cut off by loud gurgling made the Lithuanian flinch as the blond burst through the doors like a bat out of hell. "What's going on Liet? What's going on?" The blond yelled. The brunette was too stunned to respond. A man was on the ground, throat cut and blood spraying in graceful arcs in all directions, spattering the ground with the dark fluid. The Polish man said nothing, just stared at the man on the ground for a long moment.
"Like, all of you… get inside." Feliks voice was soft, but frigid cold in obvious annoyance and anger. The prisoners didn't move, but the Polish man nudged one of them with the gun. "Go, or I'll like… shoot you." He said, this time much more loudly. They began shuffling off, Feliks watching them like a hawk until someone else came and took them into their individual cells. "What. The. Fuck?" The blond suddenly asked, turning slowly to stare his companion in the eyes. "Someone just died, because you were too busy staring off into fucking lala land to pay attention, Liet. Like, are you happy? You just took someone's family away." The blond hissed, staring at him. "We are all prisoners here Liet. You know that? Like, yeah there's the guard and we obviously have more freedom but it doesn't give us the right to stand by and watch them die!" The blond was angrier now, his eyes pools of emerald fire. "I…" Toris started, horrified. "I… didn't even know." He said finally. "You didn't know. That's why you watch them! That could have been you, just remember that and be grateful it wasn't." The blond hissed into his face, pushing him back before he stormed away.
That week, Feliks was cold again. "Feliks." Toris stated on that Friday morning as they sat looking over the cells. "Like what, Liet?" He asked. "Someday… will you tell me why you're here?" He asked, looking at his companion. He looked deep in thought, somewhere withdrawn, but his lips flattened into an almost flat line. "Probably not." He said. "But you'll most likely either figure it out for yourself, or you'll find out one day." The blond said simply. "What makes you say that?" Toris asked, and Feliks looked to him with something of a surprisingly patient look. "You can always tell once you've been here long enough." Feliks said. "And anything you try to hide eventually someone will find out, right?" He said with a sigh, turning and walking down the stairs without another word.
You can always tell. What does that even mean? Toris asked himself as he got up and followed after the blond down the stairs. "I've been meaning to ask you." The blond suddenly said, turning to look at him. "What?" Toris replied to him. "Who is the man that owns you and your brothers?" He asked softly, but his eyes steeled as if he already knew. "A man named Ivan… Ivan Braginsky." Toris said softly. The Polish man's eyes locked with his. "You haven't told him who you've been working with, have you?" He asked, his voice flat. "No… he never asked." Toris said, baffled by the sudden question. "It's better if you stay away from me from now on." Feliks said, turning around. "What? Why?" Toris asked, falling in step behind the blond, who turned and stopped him by putting a hand firmly on his chest and gently pushing him back. "Trust me." He said.
After that, Feliks obviously stayed clear of the Lithuanian. They had different patrols, different sides of the facility, different everything. Toris wondered if it was the incident previous to the talk, or if it was something to do with Ivan. All Toris knew was he was utterly confused. His next partner that came in to his patrols was a lanky albino man named Gilbert who seemingly had a hatred of both Lithuanians and Polish people, but was making at least an effort to get to know him. After a while Toris supposed he had that attitude towards everyone- that he was more awesome and what others thought didn't matter. Toris was a little used to it already though.
Within a week though Gilbert suddenly had pressing matters; although apparently not because of the Lithuanian, and his patrol changed yet again, this time giving him a partner that was American. His name was Alfred, and even though he was extremely loud and seemed to never stop eating, he was kind and so Toris liked him. "So, what happened with you and Poland?" Alfred asked. "Wait… what?" Toris asked. "Feliks. He's Polish isn't he? You know, Poland… ha ha?" The American asked. "Oh, I don't know. He… seemed to have a bit of a problem with my home situation I guess." Toris answered, looking away. He was surprised to feel a pang in his chest that he'd been feeling since that day Feliks made sure to stay out of his life and out of his sight. It's better if you stay away from me from now on. He had said. But why?
"So what's up? Why doesn't he like your home life?" Alfred asked. "Oh, well… I live with a man who owns me and my brothers… not like you own someone like punching them in the face, but he bought us as his servants." He admitted quietly. "Dude. If you need some place to go one day, you can stay at my place. That's not cool." Alfred said looking over at him from over his glasses. "I… thank you." Toris said, smiling a little. "So who do you live with?" Alfred asked. "Ivan Braginsky. Why does everyone ask that?" Toris asked, but silenced his complaints at the shocked look on Alfred's face. "Oh shit dude." He said.
Apparently, everyone knows something Toris doesn't.
I will love you forever you guess the song that the chapter titles are coming from ;]