Toris cracked a yawn and blinked his eyes open. When sunlight hit him full in the face, he winced and skewered his eyes shut again. He had a massive headache, which the sunlight didn't help. The Lithuanian tried to go back to sleep by pulling the covers over his face and curling up into a ball. Which didn't work.

Toris sighed heavily and threw the covers off of himself. He noticed that he was in Feliks's room, and that Feliks wasn't there. But he had been there, there was a hastily thrown blanket on the floor and a pillow. "What the Hell, Peter?" a voice erupted from down stairs. Toris's head snapped toward the door and narrowed his eyes. He crept to the door and slowly opened it, wincing slightly when it creaked. When he got past the door, he tip toed to the stair case and peered down, and saw Arthur, and some boy who looked like his younger brother.

"Shut up you limey bastard!" the boy shushed the older man and carefully picked up shards of a plate he'd probably dropped. "Feliks might hear you!"

"That would be bloody fantastic if Master Feliks heard me! If he saw this, he'd fire you, then I'd never hear the end of it! Hell, I might even get fired too! Ever think of that, Peter?" Arthur scolded, but brought his tone down. Peter scowled at Arthur and made an obscene gesture to him and then gestured to the rest of the plate on the floor.

"Well, if you don't want to hear any of his bickering, then help me pick the rest of this up, would you?" Peter growled, then bent down to pick up more of the pieces and shove them in his pockets. Arthur bent down the help the younger Brit, grumbling as he did so. Toris frowned, Feliks yelling at his workers? He's been all but nice to them when he was here, but I guess that's what a boss does, yell at his underlings. He went back to Feliks's room and looked out the window to see Alfred limping after Matthew who was pointing toward the house while walking, probably telling him to go and rest.

Toris sighed, where was that brat Feliks? Well, this was the perfect opportunity to take a peek in that locked door. He walked over to the stair case and paused, just in case Arthur and that kid Peter were still there. But, it was silent so he bolted down the stairs and to the locked door. The Lithuanian turned the door nob, in case it was open. It was. The door clicked open and Toris was ready for a big safe or something else that contained some money. But, he was met with a desk with scattered papers on it, and pictures of Feliks, his father, and a woman. Or just Bach and the woman. Toris carefully shut the door behind him and headed toward the desk and opened all the drawers first, just in case there is some money or something valuable.

He growled in frustration and shut the last drawers with a loud crash. With a defeated sigh, he went to the papers on the desk. He picked up one and read it carefully:

Dear Mr. Łukasiewicz:

Your son, Feliks Łukasiewicz, has been recently bullying other students the past couple of months, we have given him countless warnings, detentions, and sent him home with notes, but I suppose none have gotten to you. We suggest you sit down and talk with your son about his actions, or take him to someone who can talk to him. He has been fighting with the teachers and it is starting to get way out of hand, we would appreciate it if you helped out your son. We do not tolerate this type of behavior at our school, and if he continues, he will be expelled immediately.

- Principal Ludwig Beilschmidt

Toris snorted and threw the paper down, then sifted through more papers until he found another note, except it was from a woman written to Feliks directly.

Dear Feliks,

I'm so sorry, honey. I don't know if you know, but your father is very abusive and has beat me often. I just pray that he does not take any anger out on you, please forgive me and goodbye.

Toris frowned, the note was very short and didn't have a name from who wrote it. He stuffed the note in his pocket and sifted through the piel some more and found pictures, they were of the woman, except this time she was dead. She had a bullet hole in her right temple, and her eyes were open. The other pictures were the same, except taken from different angles. He took the note back out, and then set them back down on the pile, when he turned to leave-he saw Feliks standing in the doorway. He was glaring at Toris, with his fists clenched at his sides. "What are you doing in here, Toris?" he asked quietly.

Toris was stunned for a moment. Then shrugged, "Oh nothing, I just stumbled in here. Sorry." He lied and tried to push past the Pole, but he just shoved him back.

"No you weren't! You were looking through my stuff! That's like, private stuff, jack ass!" Feliks shouted at the Lithuanian. Toris glared at the smaller boy and crossed his arms.

"Okay, okay. I didn't just wander in here, I thought you had some valuables, so, the only sensible thing to do was to look around," he said and shrugged. "But instead I find out that perfect little Feliks doesn't have a perfect little life after all. And bullying kids? That's harsh, even I don't stoop that low."

Feliks's fists clenched harder and he gave Toris a look that probably meant he was going to get hurt, if Toris wasn't stronger and bigger than the other boy. "What? Are you going to get mad at me? Hit me? Bully me?" Toris challenged.

Then, Feliks punched Toris right in the face.

Toris stumbled back, then wiped his nose, which was bleeding. He smiled a little and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "So you do have some spunk in you. But, little Feliks has everything, money. Money is everything. Whoever made up that stupid quote 'money can't buy happiness', probably has all the money he wants. And you have that. Guess what I have, my hat and a couple pairs of clothes, maybe a few bucks. Face it, you're a spoiled brat with all he can ever want. And you're still not happy, so you gotta go and bully poor, defenseless kids," He sneered then pushed past Feliks. "Jerk." he whispered as he passed, then walked calmly to the door.

"Fucking asshole! Thinking you have it rough! Your mom didn't commit suicide and you don't have a drunk, abusive dad!" Feliks shouted at him. Toris stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly.

Did that brat just say that? he thought as he stormed up to the Pole and pushed him against the wall. He grabbed his shirt collar until the two boys were nose to nose. "Look you fucking little bitch. My parents were murdered right in front of me. So you should think of what to say before you open your fucking mouth." Toris snarled and punched Feliks in the gut. He let out a grunt and slouched forward, without warning, Toris turned and power walked out of the building.

He never wanted to see that whiny bitch again.

Author's Note:

Sorry the update took so long! D: So, my friend, Idonotneedaname gave me some ideas for my story. She is a great help, and I would love to work with her on a story sometime. Thanks!

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