My Precious Child 13- And back to Felicks

Got back from my other holiday. Much fun…kind of.

Thanks to Spidey19 (well now you know! Also NINNNAAAAA) ZakuroU (I'm thinking of making Toris punch Fretka) The Little Chibi (phew, I'm glad the humour didn't ruin it) Arridle-Ascare (Mr Pony loves hugs. And don't worry. Felicks will show up very soon) MewTangerine (the table is going to be my new favourite character) and NikkiKirkland (Toris can be so epic when he wants to be)

Also my deepest sympathies to the families and loved ones of the Malaysian Airline incident. I was truly sickened by what happened. 3 little children were on board.

Also more poll stuff so expect micro nations and/or Nordics or Baltics.

And slight mentions of suicide. Please don't read if it makes you upset, it's just my way of dealing with my depressive thoughts that I've been having.

Disclaimer: Hetalia is…*drumroll* NOT MINE!

The room was dark. He'd asked the mean blonde doctor to turn the lights on but he'd refused with an evil grin. He didn't have Mr Pony to hug or Toris to snuggle into. Why had Toris left him? Had he been bad? Was it because he'd run onto the road? If so, he'd apologise a hundred times if he had to. Anything to get Toris back.

Felicks stifled a sob and then winced as his eye throbbed. The doctor who said he was Felicks's dad had tried to move him to another ward –an empty one- but there hadn't been any free for him to use. Instead he was stuck in a room with a scary looking blonde man who'd had a wardrobe fall on him and an aggressive young looking teen with red ruffled hair and something that Felicks thought was a scar but had been informed was actually paint. Felicks had asked the boy why he was in hospital but all he received was a snappy reply to mind his own business.

The room was silent now. The scary man was asleep though he'd forgotten to take his glasses off and the teen was tapping away on his laptop. That was the only light in the room so Felicks found himself mentally thanking the teen.

He cursed him though however, when the teen shut it with a 'click' plunging the room into darkness. Felicks let out a whimper which he hoped no one had heard. His 'dad' had told him that he'd be punished if he showed any signs of weakness. He was already in enough pain. He didn't want to be punished.

"Stop whining," The teen snapped though his voice sounded slightly sad. "You're a big boy now right?"

Felicks nodded in the darkness but that didn't help to close up the giant hole in his heart. He felt so sad and lonely. Toris wasn't going to come back. He thought he'd found happiness but now it was gone.

Because Felicks was only five and that was still young enough to cry, he did. He sobbed into his pillow, careful to not bump his arm. He tried to be as quiet as he could but it didn't work.

"Shut up!" The teen shouted. "Don't think you're not the only one with problems!"

"Shut 'p Lad," A strong and stern voice ordered. "He's y'ng. He's allowed to cry."

Felicks sniffled and bit his lip so no more sobs could escape.

"T-thankyou," He said to the man.

"N' probl'm," The man said in his heavily accented voice. "The name's Berwald. The br't over there is Lad."

"Hmmph," The teen muttered. Felicks imagined him crossing his arms and turning away.

"I'm Felicks," The child whispered shyly. "I got hit by a car."

"Che, idiot," Lad spat.

"Lad," Berwald said warningly.

"What?" Lad snapped back. "I'm just telling the truth."

"It was my fault." Felicks said sadly. He could feel the tears coming back. "And because of what I did, I lost my dad."

The Polish boy was expecting Lad to snap again but he was strangely silent. So was Berwald. Felicks wished he could see their faces but the darkness prevented that. It was silent for a bit longer but finally Lad spoke up.

"Berwald is my adopted father. My dad abandoned me. Berwald ended up in hospital because of me. I took an overdose and he…he panicked and knocked over the wardrobe and it fell on him." Lad was crying now. "I'm such an idiot. I mucked up again."

Felicks sat there for a moment, letting it sink in. Even though he was five, he knew what Lad meant. He remembered Elizabeta being upset one day and having her tell them everything.

Felicks sat listlessly in his bed and watched Elizabeta drift around the room in a daze. She kept opening the curtains before shutting them. Her face was red and her eyes puffy. Something was obviously wrong.

Yao walked over to her and spoke to her softly. She seemed to disagree with what he was saying, shaking her head at almost everything Yao said. Finally they came to an agreement and Liz asked everyone to sit on the special rug.

The special rug was this big fluffy circle that the scary Swiss man had donated that fit all the kids on it. There was a rocking chair for Elizabeta. She often used the rug for story time, special announcements and birthday parties. Today however, it didn't seem like there was going to be a party.

The kids all squashed up, Felicks clutching Mr Pony and looking worriedly at the sad lady. She hadn't brushed her hair (Felicks sometimes got to style it) and her clothes totally didn't match. Something was very wrong.

"Well kids I know most people would say you're too young and this isn't the right time to tell you this. But if this isn't, what is the right time?" Elizabeta began, instantly confusing the Polish boy.

"What are you talking about Lizzy?" Alfred burst out. He was obviously as confused as Felicks and had no troubles voicing it.

"Quiet Alfred," Yao hushed him. "Now is not the time."

The American fell silent and the children looked expectantly at Elizabeta again.

"I have a friend," The Hungarian spoke again. "Who had been dealing with some issues lately. Last night she…she…I found out she took her own life."

The room fell silent, some kids understanding what happened whilst others were just confused. Finally the angel of a boy Tino broke the silence.

"Lizzy?" He asked, his cherubic face scrunched up in confusion. "What does that mean?"

Elizabeta couldn't seem to find the words so Yao stepped in.

"It means she killed herself." Yao explained.

The room fell silent again but this time no one but the babies were confused. Everyone knew what had happened and no one knew how to respond.

What could they say to that?

"I don't think you're an idiot," Felicks said thoughtfully, missing the two sharp intakes of breath. "I think you just thought you were doing what's best. It's hard to live sometimes, I know that and you let those thoughts get the better of you. But you got given a chance. Berwald found you and now you can patch things up. Maybe you won't ever be ok but even the most broken of things can be useable. You just need to look at things from a different view."

Silence fell yet again and Felicks began to wonder if he'd said something wrong. He shouldn't have opened his mouth. What did he know? He was just an orphaned five year old who kept mucking up.

Suddenly a body slid into his bed and buried its face into his chest. From the feel of it, it was Lad and he was crying into Felicks!

"You idiot," The boy said through his tears. "You're younger than me and you're smarter then I'll ever be."

Felicks allowed a smile to slip across his face, the first one he'd done since coming to the hospital.

"Th'nk you," A somewhat less stern voice whispered.

And that's when Felicks began to feel he might be ok.

Toris yawned and slumped back in his chair, absently looking around the room with his emerald eyes. Roderich was tapping out a message to Vash on his phone and everyone else was sleeping peacefully. Well apart from the random bursts of coughing, they were peaceful.

Toris looked back over to Roderich who had finished typing the message.

"Got a reply?" Toris asked, hoping he wasn't intruding by inquiring.

"Yeah," Roderich didn't seem to think the Lithuanian was. "We're going to do a swap later. You can go home if you like. I know you didn't ask for any of this."

"You're right," Toris said, surprising himself. "I didn't ask for any of this. But it happened so I'm a part of it now. I can't just walk away from all this. Every choice I've made has been my own so I'm here to stay. I'm going to help in any way possible. I'm going to get my son back!"

If someone had recorded that speech, Toris might have won some speech award. He was sure one existed. Roderich had merely smiled however and asked him to go get coffee.

Now Toris was trudging along the corridors trying to find a coffee machine and 'subconsciously' walking towards Felicks's room. He was in no way heading there on purpose with the intent on at least seeing his son.

That's right. His son.

Toris had decided that since Fretka was a jerk without a soul, he couldn't be a father. So that meant Toris was still his son. No evil ferret could change that.

Toris arrived at what he was sure was the door to Felicks's room. Luckily there was no one in sight such as nurses or evil blonde doctors without souls. He quickly pushed the door open and slipped inside, praying that he had the right room and wasn't barging in on some old lady living her final moments.

He was however, not expecting to see Felicks cuddled up with some strange teenager and a blonde giant sitting in bed reading an Ikea magazine.

There seriously had to be an end to how mad his life was getting.

As an exchange for a short chapter with depressing thoughts, enjoy this omake

The little corner table sat in the corridor, waiting for the moment to strike. It was only a matter of time before it conquered the world…and then the universe! Total domination would be achieved.

It was going places, this table. And right now, there was only one word he could think of…

Soon

Well off to AVCON I got with…wow pretty much all of them are on fanfiction. Except one.

Sorry for the depressing topic. If it turns you off my story, that's ok

Also shout out to ZakuroU for helping me with my depressing thoughts and her sister for being awesome!