Poland and Lithuania are so cute. And yes, I totally think that Poland would be in the yaoi camp.
Ah, well. Here you go!
Toris Laurinaitis was actually a quite mild-mannered and relaxed boy. Being constanly bullied by Ivan Braginski and having a total ditz as best friend, however did nothing to encourage this side of him, so Toris ended up being, well, worried, about 24/7. However, for once, Toris was not worried about either of the aforementioned things. Well. It did concern his Polish friend. But it mostly concerned the fact that he had read Aunty Agony's reply in the Gakuen Gazette and was now trying to listen to the advice.
Sure, Toris trusted Francis enough (not really, but on this subject, yes). Getting the guts to do the weird thing the French kid had told him to do, however, was a different issue.
How on EARTH was he meant to get Feliks jealous? Feliks never got annoyed! Ever! Ok, maybe once or twice he had seen him determined, but most of the time, well…
"Oh, man, grow a pair!" a voice chided him mentally. The voice was that annoying one he heard quite a lot, and which sounded weirdly like a mix between Gilbert Beilschmidt and Natalya Arlovskaya, which was a mix that made his head ache.
"Fine!" Toris mentally replied. "I'll do it!" "Like, do what, Toris?" The Lithuanian paled, realising that he had spoken out loud. An idea started forming in his mind as he turned toward the blonde sitting lazily in front of him. "I'll…ask a person to prom." The Pole's eyes seemed to widen slightly under his heavy eyelids. "OMG, seriously?!" "He doesn't seem very jealous to me…" Toris thought miserably.
"Yeah…" he answered. "Like, who is it?" Feliks asked, sitting straighter in his chair. "Maybe he does care?" "Uhhh…someone amazing…" Toris improvised. His friend fixed him. "Hmm?" "Someone…brilliant…" "Mhhhm?" "Someone…I couldn't live without..."
The blonde nearly fell off his chair at this. "Soooo…it's, like, serious, then?"
"Is this working? Oh my god, I think it's working!" Putting on his best poker face, Toris looked his friend right in the eyes. "Yeaahhh…" "So…You have, like, a crush on someone?" "Uhh…Not a crush, no…" Feliks leaned back ever so slightly, looking almost…relieved? Not believing his luck, the brunette pushed on."It's more than that."
For future reference, Toris always swore that at that moment, the other's eyes had actually opened. The afore-mentioned other swore he didn't know what Toris was, like, talking about.
"What?!"
"Yup."
"WHAT?!"
"Uh, are you OK?"
Toris noted that his friend's eyes had been hardening suddenly. They seemed to have been made from some kind of green rock. "Feliks?" "Yeah, whatever, dude. I was planning on going with someone else too." Toris suddenly realised he was losing him. "Screw Francis! Ask him!" Gil-talya said.
Toris gulped. "Yeah, I haven't asked them yet…I guess I should make a move before that brilliant, hilarious, awesome and basically perfect person goes with someone else…So…Will you go with me to prom?" Face flushing by the milisecond, Toris saw the incomprehension, then the lightbulb go off in his eyes. He was about to stutter an apology and run when he was suddenky knocked off his chair in a takle hug. "TORIS! OMG! THAT IS, LIKE, SO MEAN! I TOTES THOUGHT YOU MEANT SOMEONE ELSE!" The Lithuanian stood up, relieved. "So…yes?"
"Duh!" the other rolled his eyes. At that, Toris could not hide his wide smile. He caught Feliks' eyes and to his horror, burst out giggling. The blonde joined in and soon they were practically crumpled on the ground, laughing hysterically for no reason whatsoever. "Must. Get. Air." Toris wheezed out between giggles. His friend reached for the handle and pressed against it until he fell out of the door onto the floor. He looked up at Toris.
"…"
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
So much for that, then.
Gilbert hurried along to History. Sure, he didn't like it, but the Italian twins' uncle Roman taught it, and he was pretty epic. Gilbert had the best marks in anything regarding military, so Roman and him were on good terms, which Gilbert didn't want to ruin. Plus, he would be safer there, far away from Eliza Herdevary's evil frying pan. He slowed down to a stroll as he reached the large parc at the left of the campus.
A bunch of students were gathered around a stage where the (American) football team was giving a speech. Well. More like Alfred F Jones was giving a heroic monologue and the others were dreaming of leaving. Although Alfred's speeches were repetitive, he liked gesturing wildly, which made them very much more amusing than, for example, Arthur Kirkland's ones, or even his own brother Ludwig. Gilbert groaned internally at the thought of one of his brother's lectures.
He caught Matthew Williams' eye and winked at him. Gil and Matthew, though practically polar opposites, were quite good friends. Matthew rolled his eyes at Alfred's speech. The two were bros who creepily resembled each other, even though they swore to have no family ties whatsoever. Gilbert laughed and continued his way. There was the History class, right next to the library, a place where Gilbert had sworn never to put his feet.
As he came closer, he heard the sound of annoying blabbing coming his way. As he turned around, he nearly fell over in surprise. There were Feliks and Toris. Walking hand in flipping hand. He wouldve stayed and gawked if the door hadn't suddenly swung open to reveal Vash Zwingli, his dsitant cousin. "There you are! Get in. Mr Roman was just about to send me to get you." Gilbert, still in shock, thought distantly that he was damn lucky the trigger-happy Swiss and his multiple guns hadn't found him.
Then he entered the class. But not before hearing Alfred's speech abrubtly cut off and a microphone clattter to the ground.
MORE CLIFFHANGERS! MWAHAHAHA!