Im baaaaaaaaack~
So this is the fourth chapter I think
I really don't have anything to say….wait…..oh yeah I remember!
In the last chapter I mentioned Feli's and Ludwig's kids….im making it a point to mention whenever I have OCs in my stories just so no one is confused and trying to figure out what country they are when (really) they aren't a country at all just a character in my head. Well. Feli's and Ludwig's kids are OCs.
In the future I'll definitely try and point them out more. Either at the end or when they'll appear.
ANYWHO!
Warnings: DRAAAAAMAAAAA and GETTING SHIT FACED~!
Chapter Four: Confrontation
Toris opened the door, rolling his neck and cracking it. God, he hated teenagers. They were rude, lazy and always had that deer in the head lights look. He thought that being a Pre-Calculus teacher for seniors that he would at least get some participation. But, no, all they did was talk and gossip, chew gum and swear. Complain, complain, complain. He even had to break up a fight in the hall.
It wasn't really a fight. Just a poor junior, he thought his name was…Matthew or something, getting his ass kicked by a football player named Tim. His three friends, juniors by the name Carlos, Bella and Matteo (Kitty: Matteo is Feli and Ludwig's love child, an OC) had been trying to get to him. They would have, too, if it were for the other football players holding them back. He recognized one as Sadiq, a known trouble maker just like Tim.
He opened the front door, quickly locking it with a sigh. All he wanted was to sleep, but he had a whole stack of tests he had to grade. The highest grade would probably be a C minus…. Again he sighed, turning around so his back faced the door. What he saw had his breath stopping, his heart skipping a beat and his eyes widening.
The lights were off but there were enough candles that he could walk around and still be able to see where he was going. Lying on the floor were yellow pieces of paper with arrows drawn on them in black Sharpie. He smiled softly when he heard the faint strands of a Lithuanian love song then glared at his satchel full of ungraded papers. They could wait until later….it's Friday after all….
Toris placed his bag by the front door and followed the papers on the floor.
Eventually he found himself in the dining room they usually used for entertaining. Feliks stood in a light pink and dark green dress. It had a ruffled skirt that revealed good amount of leg and a fitted bodice. It was light pink with dark green lace and beads at the cinched waist, the hem of the skirt and the top of the bodice. Along with the dress he wore dark green heels that had a hole to show off his light pink painted toes, minimal make up and a dark green ribbon tied at the nape of his neck, holding his bangs away from his face.
"F-Feliks?" he gasped looking around at the beautiful dining room. The dark table was covered with a pure white table cloth, a candelabrum in the center and rose petals scattered on the table top. It was….the sweetest thing Feliks had ever done. "What….what is this?"
"Like, I thought it'd be totally awesome if I, like, made you dinner and stuff~!" Feliks sang smiling brightly, pressing his hands together and holding them to his chest, "You, like, love it right Toris?"
The brunette smiled, walking around the table to embrace his husband and kiss his nose. "Of course, I totally love it!"
Feliks's smile brightened farther and he squealed, "OMG, I'm, like, so~ happy! Oh, wait, like, let me get your jacket and then I'll, like, totally get you some dinner! I made your favorites~."
He chuckled, slipping off his jacket and handing it to the blonde that happily skipped over to the closet in the front hall. Toris had been so curious that he had forgotten to take it off. Once the blonde was out of sight, he sat down and bit his lip as he fingered a rose petal. Why was he doing this? Was this another attempt to get him into bed?
He was no idiot; he knew how upset Feliks had been every time the test read negative. Toris felt bad about it, he really did, he hated to see his love so upset. He just didn't know why he couldn't just get pregnant.
Feliks returned later with his arms full of food and he set the plates down, his husband staring the entire time. "L-Like, what is it?" he asked tucking his hair behind his ear self-consciously. He couldn't doubt himself; Feliciano said that this would work. It had to! "W-Why are you, like, staring Toris?"
"N-No reason," he stuttered cheeks heating up in embarrassment, "I'm just, um, i-it's a wonder how you found time to do all this, honey."
The blonde beamed, "Oh! I just, like, totally took a day off work! I'm in there all the time anyways." He took out the good bottle of wine that he saved for special occasions and filled two wine glasses before sitting down to Toris's right. "Like, anything for you Toris~."
He smiled bringing the glass to his lips and enjoying the fruity flavor that burst across his taste buds. "This was really nice of you, Feliks," he said reaching over and entwining their fingers, "After the day I've had, this is a great surprise." Toris brought the blonde's hand to his lips and kissed it. "I love you."
Feliks blushed at the unusually sign of affection and squeezed his fingers. "D-Do you, like, want to talk about it?" he asked as they began to eat, hands still entwined, "Talking about it can, like, totally help."
Toris nodded, eyes drifting shut in bliss as he tasted the food. "Well, I had a test in most of my classes today and, judging by the look on everyone's faces, almost every one of them failed. Or at least got a C. Minus. Then in my fifth period class I didn't give them a test because they're a bunch of idiots and are way beyond not prepared. I'm thinking about giving them a test Monday, though, just so they can see what'll happen if they don't pay attention. I know it's the beginning of the school year but, come on, we're almost a month in!"
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "But I guess it's better for them to know then for them to fail constantly throughout the year."
"Maybe there's, like, a way you can simplify the notes?" Feliks suggested rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb.
He sighed, shaking his head. "I don't think the notes are the problem. They seem to understand those. They just….they just don't pay attention! This kid, Alfred, is in fifth period-."
"That's, like, Arthur and Francis's kid right?"
Toris nodded, "he is always being disruptive! He's constantly bothering the other students and always talking. He doesn't even do it quietly! He's so fucking loud! How can anyone be so loud?"
"Can't you, like, totally give him a detention? I got them, like, all the time just for talking," the blonde pointed out nervously fiddling with the stem of his wine glass. His husband failed to notice the nervous fiddling.
"We have this dumb ass system we have to follow," he groaned running a hand through his hair, "And, another thing, he hangs out with these two guys Tim and Sadiq-."
"Oh, yeah, I think, like, Kiku said something about how much Hercules, like, totally hates Sadiq dating their daughter."
"How do you know all this?"
Feliks giggled, squeezing his husband's hand and kissing his cheek, "OMG, babe, I, like, own a salon! People talk~."
He chuckled slightly, smiling and shaking his head in awe, "Anyway, those three are all on the football team together and I caught Tim beating up this poor kid in the hallway while Sadiq held the kid's friends back. I saw Alfred run away but I could go after him. God, this kid was so messed up. All bruised and bloody."
"OMG, is he ok?!" Feliks gasped paling and turning a faint green.
"Yeah, his friends brought him to the nurse while I dumped Sadiq and Tim on the principle. We ended up having to call an ambulance and, obviously, calling his parents. His friends explained that Tim beat him up because….his friend Matteo is dating Tim's sister Bella and, apparently, Tim wasn't too happy about it. He tried to kick Matteo's ass but the kid stepped in and ended up getting his ass kicked. Also….because it's a known fact Matthew, I think that was his name, is gay and-."
"Whoa, whoa wait!" Feliks stuttered pressing his hand to his mouth, "Oh my god, Toris, Matthew is Alfred's brother!"
The brunette blinked, confused, "He has a brother?"
"Yeah! I mean, you'd never know because they're totally different and you, like, really don't notice Matthew that much. Like, his brother's so loud and obnoxious he totally just grabs your attention!"
Toris nodded, "I'm pretty sure I saw Alfred there….he wasn't even doing anything, just watching. He….he wasn't even helping his own brother!"
The blonde shook his head, picking up his wine glass and staring at the contents, "What's, like, happening to kids these days?"
He shrugged and they continued to eat in comfortable silence. This was so nice of him! He's never done anything like this before….I wonder if he did something wrong and he's trying to soften me up before he tells me. Well….it worked….
"Um, like, T-Toris?"
Here we go….
"There's s-something I wanted to talk to you about but I, like, never find the right time."
"What is it, mielasis?"
The Pole took a deep breath and fisted one hand beneath the table while his left kept a firm hold on Toris's. It's now or never, Feliks, you can do it! "L-Like" –fuck, why did he have to stutter? –"I wanted to t-talk to you about, like, w-why you never t-take off your shirt when we….when we make love."
Toris froze, his entire body tensed and he stared down at his food. Don't ask that, don't ask that, DON'T ASK THAT!
Why did he have to ask that?
He ruined everything!
No….no….he couldn't lose him, he couldn't lose Feliks. He meant too much! The blonde was his everything, telling him would ruin everything he worked hard for!
"T-Toris?" he asked worry gnawing at him due to his silence, "Are you, like, ok? Answer me!" He squeezed Toris's hand; bring his right hand up to touch the brunette's shoulder. As soon as it made contact his entire body seized and spasmed, jerking away violently. Feliks tried not to show the hurt he felt and instead licked his suddenly dry lips. His heart was beating painfully and he was filled with a sense of dread, "Toris, co to jest-?" (Toris, what is it)
"No….no just….just don't," he rasped, his body shaking in fear.
"Toris, kochanie, please. You can trust me-."
"No, no!" he snapped shooting up from his chair, his head was buzzing and his back burned. He felt like he was going to vomit. "I thought I told you that it's complicated? Why did you have to ask, why couldn't you just respect my privacy for once!"
"I'm sorry-."
"No you're not!" he shouted slamming his fist on the table and making the blonde jump, "You do this all the time! If you were really sorry you wouldn't keep doing it but nooooo, you do it all the fucking time! You're so selfish; you don't even consider my feelings! It's always about you, you, you and you! You want a new dress, you want your own salon, you want a big house, you wanted to paint our living room pink, you want a baby. When did you ever think about me?"
"I….I thought…."
"No! You didn't think, that's why we're in this mess!"
Feliks couldn't help the few tears that escaped his eyes, no don't cry! Don't be weak, don't cry! His vision swam as he struggled to contain them and there was a lump in his throat that kept on getting thicker and thicker. "T-Toris, p-please-."
"No! No. Aš ... aš padaryti," (I'm….I'm done) he whispered walking quickly from the room. He retrieved his jacket and slammed the front door behind him. Where do I go now….? Toris was overwhelmed with the urge to just get wasted, to drown his sorrows in alcohol, which was really out of character for the Lithuanian seeing as how he was always the soberest driver and Feliks was the drunken one. I think there's a bar not too far from here….
Feliks looked down at his clasped hands that rested in his lap as Toris walked from the room, he didn't try and stop him. The Lithuanian had every right to leave; after all, everything he said was true. He really was selfish. Maybe he never wanted a baby; maybe I was just forcing it on him…. He flinched when he heard the door slam. Toris is really leaving….he's never coming back…. Feliks hid his face in his hands and sobbed, mourning the loss of his love.
THREE HOURS LATER…
Toris was nursing his beer with unexpected company sitting on either side of him. Gilbert sat to his right and Eduard say to his left, both of them drinking but not nearly as much as Toris.
"I didn't know you vere a drinker, Toris," Gilbert pointed out running his finger over the rim of his beer mug.
Toris shrugged and slurred, "W…When the situation call-calls for it."
"Toris….did you get in a fight with Feliks or something?" Eduard asked hitting the nail on the head.
"Wha' m-makes you'm say tha" –hiccup –"that?"
"Because you only ever drink this much after a fight with Feliks."
"L-Lies!" he hiccupped wiping some beer off the corner of his mouth.
"Sophmore year, Feliks was dating that Italian kid um…"
"Feliciano," Gilbert supplied remembering his brother's three month depression.
"Aitäh, Gilbert," Eduard said leaning forward to flash him a grateful smile, "Anyway, you got really jealous and started stating all of Feliciano's faults which led to you two fighting and that ended with you getting shit faced in my basement."
Damn him. "S-So what?!" he snapped glaring down at his bottle of beer, "It's-It's not like it's any of'm your business."
"Talking about it vill help," the albino pointed out, "Plus zis is a bar. Everyone here is pretty miserable."
"Oh r-really?!" he hissed stumbling to his feet drunkenly, "And-And why ex'ctly are y'u two so'm 'iserable hm?"
Gilbert rubbed his temples and sighed, red eyes looking down at his drink sorrowfully, "Mien boyfriend got hurt. Had to go to the hospital."
Toris paled, "Oh."
"Raivis wanted sometime alone," Eduard said taking a drag of his own beer, "Said I was 'hovering' too much."
Toris sat down and looked dejectedly at the bar top, now pale, "Feliks asked w-why I never ta-ake off m'shirt. And I….I yelled at 'im." A tear slipped down his cheek before he angrily swiped at it and buried his face in his crossed arms.
"He'll probably forgive you, you know," Gilbert said, "He's crazy for you. You going back to him vill probably be all the reason he needs to take you back."
"Gilbert's right," Eduard said nodding his head and patting Toris's arm, "And as for the other thing…." He trailed off looking at Gilbert.
"Don't vorry," he said smiling ruefully, "Ve used to fuck, I know how sadistic zat Russian asshat can be."
The corners of Eduard's mouth twitched up into a barely there smile before he looked over at Toris again, "He won't care about what's on your back Toris, he didn't exactly get out of Ivan's hold scott free either. His scars may not be physical but they're still there. And he loves you for you, not how you look."
"But….the th-things I said…." he mumbled into his arms.
"He'll forgive you," Eduard said rather sternly, getting to his feet, "Help me get him up, Gilbert, Toris, you can spend the night at my house until you sober up."
The albino swung Toris's arm over his shoulder and basically carried him to Eduard's car. Toris was shoved in the backseat and, after Eduard and Gilbert discussed it, they agreed it would be better if Gilbert ride with Eduard in order to help carry Toris's drunken ass then walk to his brother's house where he'd stay over.
Toris drifted in and out of consciousness as the albino and Estonian talked electronics, apparently Gilbert's computer was "being a little bitch". They arrived at Eduard's house ten minutes later where the two soberest of the three began to haul the third drunken party up the front stoop and through the front door.
"Eduard I thought I said you could go out," Raivis said coming out of the kitchen, "It hasn't been that long."
"Jah, ma tean, kallis," (yes, I know, dearest) he said, "But Toris needs a place to stay…."
Raivis's eyes widened when he saw what state the Lithuanian was in and dropped the dish towel he had been holding. "Ak, Dievs! P-Put him on the couch, I'll go get some water," he eyed his husband and the albino, "Enough for all of you."
Eduard blushed but muttered a quick thank you.
"You're so~ l'cky," Toris slurred as he was dropped unceremoniously onto the dark green couch. Instantly he was reminded of Feliks, of the dress he had worn, how hot he looked, his eyes and how pretty they were. He started to cry, "You-You're gonna h-ave a baby and-and…." He trailed off and buried his face into the cream colored blanket on the back of the couch as he cried.
"Toris~" Raivis soothed placing the glass of water on the end table before rubbing his back like a mother would, "What happened? Jūs varat man pateikt, ļaujiet man jums palīdzēt." (you can tell me, let me help)
He looked up at the curly haired blonde that had been one of his best friends since middle school. Raivis wore a tight maroon, long sleeved shirt and yoga pants that went down to his heels instead of just his knees, because of his small stature and frame Toris could already see the baby bump despite him being only four months along.
Toris buried his face in the blanket again and started to tell Raivis what had happened that night in between sobs. "And-And now he hates me!" he finished loudly, "I love him so much! I don't want him to leave me! I-I need him, Raivis, and-and I want us to grow old together and have l-lots of kids!"
The younger male patted his head sympathetically before holding the glass of water to his lips and helping him drink it. "There, there, deep breathes," he said looking over at his husband, Gilbert had left at some point, "Now Toris, I'm going to tell you what you're going to do and you better fucking do it. Saprast?"
The brunette nodded enthusiastically. "I'll do anything!"
Raivis had to smile at that, "What you're going to do is sleep here, on this couch. Then I'm going to wake you up at seven o'clock and you're going to march your ass back over to Feliks, get on your knees and apologize." He took a deep breath before adding, "And you're going to show him your back."
He baulked. "N-No, I can't-."
"You can and you will," the Latvian said uncharacteristically stern and angry for some reason, suddenly he smiled once again cheery and patted Toris on the head, "Ar labu nakti~. See you in the morning!" (good night)
He stared at him a moment before curling up on the couch and passing out.
"I think you may have scared him into fainting," Eduard mumbled, pushing up his glasses.
"What did you say?" he snapped glaring at the older blonde, anger bubbling up and evident in his voice.
The Estonian paled, "N-Nothing, love."
Raivis smiled, once again happy, "Oh, ok, good. Let's go to bed now~!" The two went up to their bedroom which was next to the room they were going to use as a nursery.
"Do you think they'll make up?" Eduard asked as he peeled off his clothes and tossed them into the hamper in the corner.
"Probably. They've always been together, something as small as this won't ruin all those years of loyalty," he said sounding incredibly mature.
I've never heard him talk like this, the older male thought; maybe caring our child is maturing him…. Suddenly he felt two arms wrap around his torso and he looked down to see a smiling Raivis.
"Hi~" the Latvian hummed kissing the scars on his chest, mementoes from their time working for Ivan.
Raivis had the least scars out of the three, the three being him, Eduard and Toris. The older two had protected Raivis as much as they could but sometimes they would get to his rescue too late. The evidence of that was a thin scar that ran from beneath Raivis right nipple down to the bottom left side of his ribcage. Eduard himself had five. One going from his left shoulder all the way to the right, a burn that was shaped like an X on his abdomen, on both of his biceps there were scars that looked like chains from when he had pulled and struggled to break free of those God awful things and the final one going from the middle of his thigh, down the side of his knee, all the way to his ankle.
All three of them had scars, the only thing different about them were how they looked and how many they had.
"Hi yourself," he said running his hand through his silky curly hair and kissing up and down his neck, "Did I tell you that you look beautiful today?"
"I-I don't remember…." Raivis purred finger nails digging into the skin of his husband's back gently.
"Well," he said sucking behind the younger male's ear and making him whimper, "you do. Absolutely breath taking." His hands trailed up and down Raivis's sides, then around to rub and cup his baby bump with feather light touches.
Raivis gripped his shoulders and pressed their naked bodies together, his face buried into Eduard's chest. "Eduard~" he moaned rubbing his erection against the taller male's leg, "I need you now~." His voice had taken on a whining tone but, at the moment, the Latvian had zero dignity.
Without a word, Eduard picked him up and carried him to the bed. He was only too happy to obey his little lover.
So….that was shit….incredibly short shit.
So Estonia (Eduard) and Latvia's (Raivis) baby will be an OC so just a heads up
Oh and Prussia (Gilbert, in case you don't already know of his awesomeness) isn't really going to have a too major role….the only reason I put him in there is for later drama (I guess….?) and to connect this story to my PruCan fic….for some reason I like all my Hetalia stories to connect like the book "Arabian Nights" kinda like that….only my stories are nowhere near that book. They just happen to intersect each other….and stuff…..
ANYWAYS! I'm rambling and I'm sorry for taking so long with the updates I honestly have no set date for updating I just do it whenever I feel like it….
I love all of you who have bothered to read this and I would love for anyone who reads my stories (or bothers to read my ramblings) to review or comment or whatever. Oh and if you have any suggestions where you think this story should go (plot wise) then just let me know and I'll think about it. I mean I pretty much know the BIG events but I'm always open for more ideas!
Laters Baby (extra brownie points to all of you filthy minded people that know what book that's from),
~kitty