|Come What May
Author: CalaveraCandiedSkull PM
"And no matter what happens, no matter how bad things get, whenever you hear it, or sing it or whistle it or hum it, then you'll know that it means that we love one another." LietPol Highschool AU. Rated for male/male relationships and touchy subjects.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Poland & Lithuania - Chapters: 19 - Words: 37,524 - Reviews: 318 - Favs: 194 - Follows: 106 - Updated: 05-22-11 - Published: 12-19-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6570522
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A/N Ah! Somebody is actually reading this! I feel so loved! *Feels loved*
Well, here it is, my awesome story of awesome proportions that has absolutely nothing to do with Prussia even though I'm saying awesome so much. What is it really about? Read on to find out!
Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Hiramuya. Come What May belongs to Baz Luhrman and Moulin Rouge. I own naught but my own ideas.
On with the show~!
Chapter One – Never Knew I Could Feel Like This
Toris awoke to the sound of a song he hated blasting through the speakers of his radio. He found playing mindless sound, rather than music he actually enjoyed, gave him reason to get out of bed every morning, trudge across the room, and shut it off.
It didn't, however, make his day any better by having Bieber invade his dreams with high-pitched cries of "Baby, baby, baby, OOH!" It certainly didn't make a bright start for a Monday morning.
And thus was the morning routine of Toris Laurinaitis. Hear the music, followed by a groan, a kick of the covers, a few seconds of shuffling, the music stops, more shuffling, a thunk, and a thunk, and Toris was back on his bed and fast asleep.
15 minutes later, he's up, dressed, teeth brushed, hair brushed, eyes staring dejectedly into the coffee he has neither the will nor the energy to drink. His brothers race around the kitchen, finding last minute objects, shoving dry bagels down their throats. His mother flits about, no sign of tiredness in her bright eyes. She works a graveyard shift, and is never home before 3 am, but is always up to watch her sons go off to school, and Toris loves her for it.
He doesn't know what time his dad gets home at, because his dad doesn't live with them anymore.
15 minutes after that, he's speedwalking down the street (his bag is too heavy to allow running) to school, because he really doesn't want to be late. He has a perfect attendance record, after all.
5 minutes left, and he walks through the gym doors just as the coach's warning whistle rings.
The bell for lunch has rung, and Toris has retreated to a far corner of the library. His books are spread out all around him, various doodles adorning the pages. The one he is currently working on is a beautiful, twisting word, "Lietuva." Because he is Lithuanian, and thinks the whole world should know.
"What a day," he mumbled, moving his pen, gently over lines that are already there. "And it's only halfway through." First block – PE. Toris hated gym class with a passion. There was only so many times "Run faster" could be yelled at you before you snapped.
Second block was a bit better, though. World history. He can even enjoy it, when he isn't sleeping. (Apparently, having gym first block makes you really sleepy.)
But then, there is lunch. Lunch is Toris' favourite class, because he can eat, sleep, and doodle all he wants without a teacher throwing books at him.
After lunch is chemistry, followed by math. Math is stupid, but chem is okay. Bearable, depending on his lab partner.
The thought of lab partners brought an unwanted memory to the surface. His current partner transferred schools over the weekend, leaving Toris alone in the class. He groaned, and banged his head on the desk.
He was so busy trying to inflict himself harm that he didn't notice the great shadow leaning over him. "You are not looking so good, little Lithuanian," a heavy Russian-accented voice floated above his head.
Toris froze. Slowly, he raised his head to meet terrifying violet eyes staring into his.
Ivan brushed away his bangs. His smile seemed sugary-sweet, but it seeped horror into Toris' very bones. The Russian took no notice if Toris' terror and continued to talk. "I was thinking," he said, his voice so sweet it could rot teeth, "maybe we could get together and go out sometime. Have a little fun. Like in the old days, da?"
The old days. The words sank to the bottom of Toris' stomach like a lump of cold stone. He was unable to speak, could only stand there, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.
The door to the library swung open with a jingle of the bell. "And then, he was like, OMG, and I was like, dude, whatever..."
A look of extreme distaste marred Ivan's face. "I'll see you around, dear Toris." Before he could think of anything to say back, Ivan was gone. He sank back into the chair; glazed eyes still wide open in fear.
Oh yes, today was shaping up to be a fantastic day.
Toris yawned stiffly, sitting alone at his chemistry table. He was still doodling that word. Lietuva. His teachers words fell on deaf ears, he was lost in the tangle of his own thoughts – until the teacher barked out his name.
"Laurinaitis!" His head jerked up. "Your partner's gone, isn't he?" Nod. "Alright then. Łukasiewicz! Go sit with Laurinaitis. You're partners now."
There was no suppressing the groan as Toris caught sight of his new partner. His thin, cornsilk-yellow hair fell into green eyes, glowing with a mischievous light, framed by thin eyebrows turned up into a permanent pout. Not to mention the pink t-shirt he was wearing-he looked like the kind of guy who wouldn't do any work at all.
"Kay, so, I'm like, really not good at chemistry, sooo...you're gonna, like have to do all the work."
Ah. His worst fears confirmed.
"I'm Feliks, by the way," said the boy, sliding into his chair and dropping his (pink) binder down. "Who're you?"
"Ah, um, Toris," he replied, not really sure what kind of answer to give to such a blunt question.
Feliks made a face. "Toris? What a dumb name." He spied the doodle on Toris' binder. "Lie..."
"Lietuva," Toris answered automatically. "It means Lithuania, um, in Lithuanian."
"Oh! Are you Lithuanian?" Toris nodes. "That's like, so cool! I'm Polish!"
Toris failed to see what was so cool about that, but before he could inquire about it, Feliks snapped his fingers. "That's it! From now on, I'm calling you Liet."
"Because it's A) a way cooler name than 'Toris', and B) I said so."
"Laurinaitis! Łukasiewicz!" The teacher bellowed. They fell silent, glancing warily at each other. Toris couldn't help but feel a lump of despair curling in the pit of his stomach. He had a very, very strong feeling that this boy was going to be his complete and utter undoing.
A/N Well, there you have it, folks. The beginning of the story. First chapters are always boring, I know, but they build the story. I hope this one was slightly interesting enough to get you hooked.
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