Gaaahhhh sorry for the long wait to update and stuff. I hit my head wooden bench and got a nasty head injury. It hurt real bad, anyway, school and softball are keeping me from typing, so...yeah. Hope you all enjoy this chapter!
I do not own Hetalia
After dinner, Bach invited Connor and Mr. Shepherd to go see his office, and read the first couple chapters of the sequal. They accepted and Bach led them into his office. Toris was still interested about the locked room across from Bach's office. Toris watched them walk down the hallway, then they disappeared into the room. Feliks sighed content ly and patted his stomach. "Man, I'm stuffed," he said then turned to Toris. "what about you, Toris? You get enough to eat?"
Toris's head snapped toward Feliks, then nodded slowly. "Yeah." He replied absently then glanced at the locked door again.
Feliks frowned and followed Toris's gaze. "What are you looking at?" He asked.
"Oh! Nothing, I was just wondering if the publishers like your Dad's book." Toris lied, since Toris had been lying most of his life, he was pretty good at it, and Feliks, being as gullible as he was, nodded.
"I bet they will," Feliks replied nonchalantly, then grinned at Toris. "you wanted to play basketball, right?" Toris almost forgot about basketball, he nodded.
"Got shorts and a tee?" Feliks asked.
The Lithuanian shook his head. Feliks looked him up and down, then frowned slightly. "Hmm, you seem to be about my size, maybe a little thinner. You can borrow some from me." He said.
Toris frowned slightly. "They're not going to be like," he started to say, then just gestured to Feliks's...tux.
Feliks glanced at the frilly pink tux as if he just noticed he was wearing it, then laughed. "Nah, I got some stuff that you could wear without dying of embarrassment." He replied and got up from his seat. Just then, a man wearing the same outfit as Yao and Kiku came rushing out of the kitchen and grabbed plates land silver wear. After he was done piling up the dishes did he choose to acknowledge the two boys. The man had silky blonde hair that tumbled in wavy curls down to his shoulders. He had sparkly blue eyes and a small beard, he flashed a winning smile at Feliks.
"Bonjour. How was dinner, Master Feliks?" He asked in a thick French accent.
"Very tasty Francis, you did a good job on the chicken. It was delish." Feliks complimented.
Francis bowed to Feliks."Why thank you." He replied, then his blue eys shifted towards Toris. "Ah, now who is this?" He asked.
"Toris." he replied flatly. "A pleasure." Francis didn't seem a notice Toris's tone, or didn't care, because he smiled, then left the room.
Toris glanced at Feliks and frowned as if to say: You lucky son of a bitch. Feliks smirked in reply, then scampered up the stairs. Toris followed behind, and when he entered Feliks's room, a tee-shirt and a pair of shorts were thrown at his face. "Put those on," Feliks instructed and pointed to the bathroom. Toris nodded, and hurried in the bathroom, then shirt the door. He examined the clothes, the shirt had the logo of the Chicago Bulls on it, which was one of Toris's favorite teams in the NBA. The shorts were white, and had dirt stains on them. Toris quickly changed, then exited the bathroom.
Feliks was in a blue shirt, and black shorts that were a little short. Toris frowned slightly, then hiss eyes shifted towards the window, where the basketball court was just waiting for him. Feliks grabbed Toris's arm and tugged him down the stairs and out the door. Toris was not pleased as he was dragged along by Feliks.
When the two boys reached the court, Toris immediately turned to Feliks and asked, "Half court or full court?" Then jerked his arm out of Feliks's grasp.
"Full court." Feliks replied with a determined glint in his eye. Toris bit down a laugh, how funny. The Pole thought he could actually win against him. Deciding to be nice to Feliks, he let him have the ball first. It was only fair.
Feliks put his hands on his knees and took a deep breath. He glanced up at Toris in disbelief as he wiped some sweat from his face. "How? How do you beat me seven fricken times?" she exclaimed and stood up straight.
Toris shrugged and ran a hand through his sweaty brown hair. "I'm just good, I guess." He replied without any trace of humility. Feliks frowned slightly, but shrugged then laughed.
"I guess. Hey, you wanna go see the horses?" He asked with a grin plastered on his face. Toris's mouth was kept in a tight line, then nodded slightly. He actually hated it when people grinned, because he was jealous. He didn't have anything to be happy about, but somehow other people always found happiness.
Like that idiot Feliks. He was always smiling, like such a dolt. Even when they were walking over to the stables he was smiling and rambling. Toris just pretended to listen to him ramble on, nodding and grunting occasionally. Feliks finally shut up when they got to the corral. The two boys soon spotted Matthew and Alfred, who were riding some horses. Alfred was standing up on the horse's sadle, trying to gain balance as it trotted around. Matthew was seated comfortably on his horse, and called out to his brother worringly. "Alfred! Sit down!" he shouted. Toris decided not to interfere, and neither did Feliks, so they just watched.
"Yes mother, whatever you say." Alfred shouted back sarcastically, but didn't sit down. Matthew trotted after him.
Feliks suddenly snickered, then elbowed Toris and grinned. "Watch this," he said, then snuck through the corral fence and crept up to Alfred and the horse. Matthew was to busy worrying to notice the sly Polack sneak up behind the horse and shout: "BOO!"
The horse reared in surprise and Alfred toppled off and landed on the ground with a dull thud. Toris almost laughed. Almost. He was worried a tiny bit about the man, since he wasn't getting up. Toris's helping instinct kicked in, jumped the fence, and ran over to the man. Matthew was already leaning over Alfred with a worried look on his face. Feliks was right behind Toris, he could hear the heavy breathing from the boy behind him, he didn't know if it was from fatigue or worry. When Toris got to Alfred's knocked out body, he fell to his knees beside the man and shook him lightly. "Hey, get up, you're worrying Feliks and Matthew." He said.
Alfred groaned in pain as his eyes fluttered open. "Wh-what happened?" He groaned and turned his head toward Matthew.
"You fell off a horse you idiot!" Matthew shouted and slapped him on the head.
"Ouch bro!" Alfred shouted and covered his head.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Matthew apologized and helped his brother up. He helped Alfred hobble over to the house, whispering stuff to him. Toris glanced over at Feliks, who was hugging his knees with his head down.
"What's wrong?" Toris asked gruffly.
"I could have killed him." Feliks replied quietly without looking up. Toris snorted with scorn, the key word was could. Feliks could have killed Alfred, though he didn't. Toris has almost killed many people.
"But you didn't." Toris replied and got up from his knees.
"But I could have." Feliks replied sharply.
Toris growled in frustration and ran a hand through hair long brown hair. He wasn't used to not having his flat cap on. "Do you want to head back?" Toris asked Feliks. Toris actually wanted to go check out that room and see if the room would be open. Feliks nodded and got up off the ground.
When they got back to the house they saw Colin, Mr. Shepherd, and Bach get into a car. "Dad?" Feliks asked. "where are you going?"
"Oh! We're going out for a drink or two, so you two are going to have the house to yourselves tonight!" Bach replied with a bright smile on his face.
"Oh, okay." Feliks replied, Toris picked up a little disappointment in his voice. "How long are you going to be gone?"
Bach shrugged as he was getting in the black Mercedes. "I have no idea, all night, maybe all day tomorrow." He replied, then shut the door without a goodbye. The two boys watched as the car pulled out of the driveway, then sped away.
"Let's go inside." Feliks said and motioned for Toris to follow him as he started to walk toward the front door. Toris followed closely behind. When they entered the house, Feliks immediately went for the stairs to go to his room.
When they got to Feliks's room, he fell onto his bed and glanced at Toris. "Long day, huh?" He asked and Toris agreed with a nod.
"Does your dad usually leave randomly like that?" Toris asked.
Feliks shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. He usually leaves and doesn't' come home for like, three days. He says it's for inspiration for his books, but I know he just goes out drinking and goes to strip clubs and all that." He said with disgust and a hint of shame.
Toris actually felt for the kid. He would be ashamed of his father if he did that too. If his father was still alive, and if he was, Toris knew for a fact his father would not be like that. After a moment of sitting in silence, he decided to suggest something. "Hey, do you want to take a walk? They always cheer me up." He suggested. He decided that a bubbly Feliks was better than a quiet one.
"Um, sure." Feliks replied and got up off his bed. He realized he was still wearing shorts, then frowned at Toris. "Uh, do you mind...?"
Toris frowned and left the room, he decided to take this opportunity to go check out the locked room. He carefully tip-toed down the stairs, and rushed toward the locked room. He checked the door.
Still locked.
Toris growled in frustration and glanced around for something to use to unlock the door. He opened the door to Bach's office and rummaged around for a screwdriver or a paper clip. He finally found a paper clip, then ran out and set to work. He carefully twisted the paper clip back and forth, waiting for the click of the lock.
Just as he thought he had it, he heard Feliks shout his name. Toris cursed under his breath and dropped the paper clip into his pocket. He met a confused Feliks at the stairs. "Where were you?" He asked.
"Just looking around." Toris replied and started toward the door. Toris was grateful for Feliks's house being in the city, he was dying for a drink. He glanced at the boy who was trailing behind him, he wondered if the kid drank?
"Hey Feliks," Toris said to the blonde.
"Yeah?" Feliks replied, then quickened his pace so he was side-by-side with Toris.
"Do you drink?" Toris asked and glanced at the other boy.
"No, why? You do? Isn't that like, illegal?" Feliks asked worryingly.
"Sure it's illegal, just because it's illegal doesn't mean I don't do it." Toris replied with a shrug. They walked in silence for awhile, then Toris spotted the sign he was looking for. He signaled for Feliks to follow him, then entered the small bar. When they entered the shabby place, they were greeted by music and a bunch of drunk guys and girls.
"I'm not sure about this Toris." Feliks whispered furiously.
"Relax." Toris sighed and walked over to the bar counter and waited for the bartender to come over.
"Toris! Haven't seen you in awhile, bud! What would you like?" The bartender exclaimed.
"I'll have vodka, remember, bring me the whole bottle, and my friend'll have a beer." He said.
"Comin' right up, bud." The bartender replied with a wink.
"Thanks Matthias." Toris said after him.
Feliks glanced helplessly around, then at Toris. "Are you sure this is okay?" He asked.
Toris rolled his eyes. "Of course. I've never been caught before." He reassured.
When their drinks came, Toris nodded at Matthias, who said he'll be a shout away. Toris passed Feliks his beer, then poured himself some vodka. Feliks just stared at his beer while Toris downed his vodka. He frowned at the blonde. "Are you just going to stare at it, or are you gonna drink it?" Toris asked.
"Er..." Feliks winced.
"Hey, it's the mellowest thing they've got, besides Ginger ale and soda. Then you'll look like a weakling." Toris snapped and downed another glass.
Feliks mumbled something under his breath, and took a sip of his beer. He held back a grimace, then he stuck out his tongue in disgust. Toris laughed and shook his head. "You've got a lot to learn, like never grimace while drinking beer. Back in Lithuania, my Dad would drink some pretty hard stuff." he said.
Feliks took another sip, then shook his head. "Whatever, you can teach me how to drink and stuff later, okay? How about we go get some ice cream or something?" Feliks suggested.
Toris laughed again, then called over the grinning bartender. "Can I just take this with me?" he asked and held up the hotel of vodka.
Matthias grinned. "Sure!" Toris started to reach into his pocket, then remembered that he forgot money. But Matthias frowned and waved his hand. "It's on the house tonight, bud." He offered. Toris shook his hand in thanks, then snatched the bottle of vodka. he headed toward the door without another word.
Toris just finished the bottle, then threw it in the trash. He hiccuped, then laughed. "You wanna go get ice cream now?" He asked in a slurred voice.
Feliks laughed and supported his staggering companion. "Nah, we should just head back. You're stone-drunk my friend." He teased.
"Oh shut up, I'm not drunk." Toris protested.
"Yes you are, Toris." a voice said, it sounded like it had come from the alleyway, but Toris wasn't sure.
Toris froze, and his muscles tensed. "Ivan," he growled.
The tall figure emerged from the shadows with a big smile on his face. He was wearing a suit, with a red tie, and a scarf wrapped around his neck. His eyes were a bluish-violet color, and his hair was an ashen blonde. "Da. So glad you remember me." He said with a grin.
"Didn't I tell you that I wasn't going to be apart of your little operation anymore?" Toris growled, he sounded like a wolf warning something not to test it.
But, Ivan was like a bear. "Da. You did. But, I never promised." he said as he took a step closer to the duo. "Toris, come back to us. We need your strength." He pleaded.
"I thought I told you no, right after I kicked your sorry ass when I was just a kid." Toris snarled.
Ivan frowned. He glared at Toris then his gaze slid toward Feliks. "Now, who is this?" He asked with mutual interest. Toris growled a warning, then stretched an arm in front of the blonde.
"It's none of your business who he is." Toris snarled.
Ivan sneered at Feliks, then at Toris. "Fine. But, it's only polite if you introduce someone to an old friend." Ivan sniffed indignantly.
"You, Ivan Braginsky, are many things, but you are not a friend." He shouted.
Ivan's mouth formed into a tight line, then he gave a dismissing look toward Toris. "Alright Toris, you might not want to come back. But you will, I promise." He growled, then turned heel and walked back into the shadows.
"Bastard." Toris spat.
"Who was that?" Feliks finally asked, awestruck.
Toris turned to face him. "An old friend." Toris replied quietly.
Author's Note
This was taking way to long to type on my IPad, so I stopped at a cliffhanger. Once again, DUN DUN DAAAH.
So yeah, it's been really crappy here out in the 'Sota. We got rain, six inches of snow, more rain, and now we're supposed to get more snow. Hurrah. I actually like the snow though, I love snow.
But I also love Spring, so yeah.
EDIT: I changed the ending so it wasn't as insulting. It might be more confusing, but it's better than the other one, right? Again, I'm sorry for all the Russia fans, I am a Russia fan myself so...I'm sorry again.