My Precious Child 14- The Swedish Lawyer...and other stuff

Well here I am with a new chapter! I forgot to say, Lad is Ladonia. Such creative naming there Toshi.

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Disclaimer: Here we are again *dramatic music starts playing* It's always been this way *music rises to a crescendo* Hetalia is not mine *Screen goes black*

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhh?!" Toris stared at the scene before him, his mouth hanging open in a comical way. The blonde man lowered the magazine and Toris nearly cried in fear. A stern and scary face was staring right at him. He froze in place, his mouth forming a perfect 'o' as he tried to think of anything to say that wasn't 'gee you're scary. Please stop.'

"Y' should be quiet," He said patiently to the frightened Lithuanian, his thick accent slightly confusing said Lithuanian. "They're st'll sleeping."

"O-ok," Toris stammered before realising he had more important things to worry about. "Who the hell are you? And who's in bed with my son?"

The man sighed and placed the magazine delicately (how the hell could he be delicate?) on the bed.

"I'm Berwald and the b'y is m' adopted son Lad." The now named man said almost smugly though his eyes softened as they fell upon the sleeping boy with ginger hair.

"Right," Toris shook his head as if the weirdness of the situation would vanish by doing this. "Now can I just ask why your adopted son is in bed with my adopted son?" All of this was said rather calmly but there was also a hysterical element to Toris's voice.

"Lad's been g'ng through a rough time lately. You could say your s'n snapped some sense into him." The slight tinge of humour in Berwald's voice helped to relax Toris. Despite the scary look on the man's face, he seemed very polite and he had a noble air to him.

"Well I'm Toris," The man figured he should introduce himself too. "Felicks is my son…well sort of. Not right now..."

Berwald noticed the droop in Toris's posture and tone and gestured to a chair near his bed, a clear invitation that he should sit down. Toris obliged, shooting a look over at the door as if he was expecting Fretka to come barging in.

"I know all about y'r situation." Berwald began. Toris had gotten the vibe from him that he didn't talk much. Either he was wrong or this was some sort of emergency. Either way, he figured he should stay silent and just listen. "Felicks explained ev'rything."

"Um right," Toris had no idea where this conversation was going and he didn't like it. What if the man was Fretka's friend?

"Apart from making f'rniture in my spare time, I'm also a lawyer." Ah, now Toris knew where this was going.

"You want to help?" He tried not to sound too doubtful. "I mean Fretka…he's a powerful man. He's…he's threatened to kill."

"I'm also a p'werful man." Berwald shrugged. "And th't man has no right to Felicks. He g'ves me this...vibe."

Toris frowned. Technically the man did have the right to have Felicks as he was his father but…he was so horrid and evil and he was the reason Felicks ended up in the orphanage in the first place. Fretka may have the official right to Felicks but he certainly didn't deserve him.

"Why…why do you want to help?" Toris had been searching for the right thing to say but the question was the only thing he could think of. Why did this man want to help him and Felicks? They'd only just met and apart from Felicks apparently shouting sense into the boy Lad, Berwald owed them nothing.

Before Berwald could answer though, the door burst open and into the room marched…

…

A stranger?

"Um who are you?" Toris asked carefully, wondering if this hospital catered for mental patients and this man had escaped or something.

"Um…" The man peered at Toris carefully as if he was thinking the exact same thing. "I'm Berwald and Lad's doctor. I'm required to check on them."

"Oh sorry," Toris's cheeks flamed red and he stumbled away to stand in a corner, quietly watching as the 'not stranger but really doctor' fiddled with Berwald's bandages and frowned at Lad and Felicks.

"Is this Dr Łukasiewicz's patient?" The doctor asked, staring down at the sleeping Felicks snuggled up next to Lad.

"Uh yes," Toris said quickly. "He um…had a nightmare so Lad was…comforting him." The excuse was rubbish and wouldn't have fooled anyone with a brain. Luckily this doctor didn't seem to have one.

"Ok!" He said cheerily. "Well I'll come back later to check on Lad since I don't want to disturb him now." The nameless doctor spun on his heel and vanished from the room, his sweeping coat causing a cool breeze to ruffle to bed sheets and stir Felicks from his slumber.

Toris froze as the uncovered eye blinked sleepily, staring towards a wall blankly. He needed to run, he needed to hide from Felicks. He wasn't meant to be here. He'd just wanted to see Felicks again, just to drink in the sight of him and be assured that he was ok.

"Tori…" Felicks's green eye trailed lazily over to the frozen Lithuanian. "Are you really Tori?"

"Uh…" Toris's throat constricted as the familiar gaze pinned him in place.

"Tori!" Felicks's face lit up as he squealed his nickname for Toris. "Tori you came back!"

Damn this was bad. Toris couldn't come back to Felicks, not right now. As long as Fretka had his power, Felicks would be stuck with his biological father. But now that Berwald had offered to help maybe…no…not right now. Fretka had too much power and control right now.

"Ah Felicks I came to see you but I can't come back, not right now." Toris said in a rush and immhated himself as Felicks's face fell and tears leaked from his shimmering eyes. A perfect tear fell to land on Lad's face, startling the boy awake.

He groggily sat up, his hands trembling with the effort to support himself. Toris still didn't know why the teen was in hospital but he was obviously very weak.

"What?" He said blearily, his eyes shooting first to Berwald and then to Toris. "Who are you? Did you make Felicks cry?"

"N-no," Toris stammered. "Well yes but you need to understand…"

"Get out." Lad said, his voice steely cold and his hands shaking even more then before. "Please just leave. I don't want to see anymore sad people right now and if you're making Felicks cry…" The threat was left for Toris to imagine and it was enough for the Lithuanian to agree without much of a fight. He wanted to stay so badly but right now, it was better for everyone but himself if he left.

"I'm sorry Felicks," Toris said as he moved to the door. "One day you'll understand, I swear."

Then he moved away down the corridor, trying his hardest to pretend that the sound he was hearing was Felicks's desperate sobs.

Fretka paced back and forth in his office, his hand hovering occasionally above his special phone that was equipped with a phone book full of his…staff. What should he do about the ward full of the orphanage children and the owner of it? He had the perfect opportunity to bump one of them off.

On one hand, the stupid man had done nothing to try and get Felicks back but he also hadn't backed off completely. A death would remind him not to step out of place, to leave Felicks's life. And the death of a very sick child who lived in an orphanage with 'terrible conditions' would not be much of a surprise or cause of alarm.

But did he really want another death on his hands? He had to stay as clean as possible. He'd worked so hard to be where he was today. One slightly suspicious death could bring everything crashing down around him. He'd made a mistake with his wife. He'd been too angry to think clearly.

Fretka spun and reached for the phone, his hands flicking through numerous names to find a certain contact.

And in the ward where everyone else slept, Benjamin shivered as a chill ran up his spine.

THIS TOOK SO LONG I'M SORRY! AND IT'S STILL SO SHORT! I'M A TERRIBLE PERSON…who will still ask you to review…yeah…please?