Author's Note: You know what's been really grinding my gears? Trying to put stupid little dividers on my story… Like, Google Docs lets me insert them and then when I upload it, it likes to disappear on me. If it doesn't work on this chapter, I apologize. I probably gave up and started listening to the last song from Teach Beach 2 (THAT ENDING DOE) while indulging pasta and whatnot into my body. Happy reading!

It's 10 am in the morning. It has been a long night for Phineas Romanov and Ferb Fletcher, as both escaped the fiery burning of the Romanov Mansion in the forest. Phineas is still in Ferb's bed, still out cold from last night. On the other hand, Ferb has been up all night sitting on a stool right beside Phineas, making sure Phineas' hand healed up. Which it did. Lawrence had already gotten up earlier to work in another part of the farm estate.

I wonder what's his name…

Ferb thought for a moment and decided to go over the cupboard to grab two cups for a spot of tea. He's probably going to need it for the story Phineas will inevitable have to explain.

Phineas' POV

"Phineas… RUN."

"You have always been a son to me…"

"NOOOO-"

I shot straight up and had fresh tears streaming down my face… It was the worst nightmare I had ever had. Mr. Doofenshmirtz and Buford died protecting me… An-and I had to run away from my home to escape mo-mo-monsters burning our beautiful house down. They also killed my f-friends in cold blood… Wh-WHY?!

I wiped the tears away from my eyes and looked up… My dream. It did come true... An-And in front of me… I see a boy with green hair with two cups with steam coming out of it.

"Tea?" He asked.

I sniffled a bit and nodded slowly.

He handed me the cup and said, "Blow on it, it might be a little hot."

I nodded back at him. I blew softly and drank a bit of the tea, looking down. He went over to my side and sat right next to me. I shuffled a bit away from him, but I stopped when I looked into his dark blue eyes. They were gleaming with concern and welcoming hope. Mine were still filled with sorrow...

"I'm Ferb. What's your name?" Ferb asked.

What a… Cool name. I thought.

"I'm… Phineas." I took another slow sip from my tea and set it down on the table next to the bed.

"Your hand was burned, but I placed it under cold water for it to heal overnight. Does it feel better?"

I nodded my head, looking at my left hand. It's all wrapped up and almost healed, but I guess it'll be fine in a few more days...

"I saw what those fiends did to your house… I'm sorry for everything you lost." Ferb said.

When he said that, more and more thoughts about Mr. Doofenshmirtz and Buford protecting me, to me losing everything I had that I hold dearly. It just overwhelmed my thoughts.

I just started bawling my eyes out. I've never had to cry so much before, the loss and pain I'm feeling is just too much for me. And the only person who I could cry into was Ferb, and I had just met him.

He held me with the tightest embrace and started rubbing my back while trying to soothe me and telling me it'll be okay.

Telling me it'll be okay won't help me, but his hugs… They're very familiar… I just never want to let go.

Ferb's POV

After Phineas let all of his tears and pain go, he told me he would like to take another rest. Understandable…

I left the room, looked around me to make sure no one is spying on our room. I closed the curtains after making sure everything checks out and put on my coat. I guess I better make sure the witches need their cauldron cleaned.

One of their names is Zoya. Sure, she looks pretty, slim, a brunette, great green eyes and all. But on the inside, she's just filled with vomit and everything else disgusting. Oh, and evil.

She was having a conversation with some of the workers until she caught sight of me walking towards her. Zoya shooed them away and put her hands on her hips, then starting tapping her foot as I'm an annoyance. Yeah, right…

"Hello, Furb." She greeted rudely.

"It's Ferb-" Zoya stuck her hand up as I was correcting her and started looking at her piece of paper in her other hand. "Yeah, yeah. Look, where's the bucket of fish I asked you to bring last night?"

I furrowed my eyebrows and replied, "Well, if you hadn't noticed," I bend down and picked up a pile of snow, "It's winter. And going to get fish during the winter as night fell is the dumbest request you could have ever asked me for. There is no way I'm going to drown in a frozen river at night, attempting to break the ice on the frozen river bank." I then dropped the snow from my hand and raised my eyebrow. I can't wait to hear her response.

Zoya's eye twitched from listening to my response and replied back, "Listen here, kid… I run the shots here... " She bent down to grab a bit of snow and rolled it into a snowball, stood up and said, "If I tell you to DROWN in a frozen river, you DO it."

"And why is that?"

"Maybe because you British are so… What's the word…. INDISPENSIBLE."

She then proceeded to throw a snowball at me, but it didn't even reached my face. It just hit the floor after flying for about half a centimeter.

Wow.

"Huh. That was pathetic. Is there anything you'd like to me clean, oh mistress?"

Her eye twitched once more and huffed in exasperation. "No… OUT OF MY FACE, FLETCHER."

Thank God. I turned around left to go check on Phineas. Today would have been a disaster if anyone went into our room and found him out cold.

I opened the curtain to see the covers were pushed back.

Oh no...

I closed the curtains and ran around the corner to find Phineas. He can't run away by himself! It doesn't even seem like he knows his place around. And if the villagers find him…

I turn around and I see Phineas right in front of me. He was looking down and it looked like he had something to ask.

I grabbed him by the shoulders and whispered to him, "Phineas, what are you doing you out here? You can't be seen by anyone else…"

He looked up and was trying to say something but he kept stuttering.

"... Spit it out?" I asked.

"I… Uh… Need to go pee." Phineas shyly replied.

"Oh… Uh, there's a couple of bushes around the corner…" When I said that, he gave me the most weirdest look. I totally forgot… Rich kid, you know, has better plumbing than a British kid that's living in Russia.

I chuckled after thinking about it for a moment. "Oh, that's right. Never peed in a bush, right?"

Phineas furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and nodded slowly, not sure if this is a trick question or not.

"Well, you… Uh, just pee. On the bush. Like… Just go do it." I motioned him to the bush and sighed. I can't believe I tried explaining that…

Poor Phineas was so confused this whole time and just went over to the bush.

Sigh… This is going to take a lot to get used to.

Author's Note: I GOT IT. THANK THE HEAVENS ABOVE PRAISE HIM. Still going to eat food, though. Thank you for reading!