"...Feliks! Feliks! Come back down here!" Toris yelled as he looked up the tree. It was a rather tall tree, the tallest one in their backyard, and he had long since lost sight of his friend up there. Some genius of a kid they had met at the park had called Feliks 'girly' and now he's set out to do all things 'manly'. And the first thing somehow ended up in being climbing the tallest tree in the backyard.

Being Feliks neighbor and best friend for years had brought the two of them close, but in two days, he knew that he wouldn't see Feliks for a whole year. As much as he didn't want his best friend to leave, he knew he couldn't do anything about it now. He would see him again next summer.

Either way, at the moment, he was far more worried for the safety of his friend. "Like, no way, Toris! I'm going to totally prove everyone wrong! From now on, I'm totally going to stop wearing dresses just because my parents think its cute! And I'm like, going to stop using this accent!" His friend yelled from high up in the tree.

That's not going to work. Toris thought. It was a recipe for disaster already. "Feliks! I don't think you're girly at all! You're all sorts of manly! Just, please, come down!"

"NO!" Was the only reply Toris got.

High up in the branches, Feliks was trying to reach the next branch. He reached up, managed to grab the higher branch and swung up. "A-Ah!" He shrieked as he nearly lost his balance, but managed to keep himself stable by clinging onto the branch. "F-Feliks, are you ok?" Came Toris's call from below.

"Y-Yea! I'm fine!" He called back. Looking at the next branch, it wasn't that far away. I can do this... He thought with determination as he slowly let go of the branch he was clinging to and stood up straight to grab the branch above his head. Right hand grasped it, left hand reaching forward, right leg steadying moving forward, left leg slips. Wait, what? "AHHHHHHHH!" Feliks screamed as his legs dangled for half a second before his own hands gave up on him.

"Feliks!" Toris yelled as he ran over to his friend who was sprawled out on the ground. The last thing Feliks could register was Toris yelling at him. "Feliks, oh my gosh, you're bleeding! Help, I have to find help!" And then he blacked out.

What woke Feliks up was the sound of something beeping. When he opened his eyes, he was in a white room with a machine next to him. "Hmm? Where am I?" He mumbled as he tried to sit up, he couldn't. He was in too much pain just from trying.

"No, Feliks, lie down!" Toris's frantic voice came from beside him.

"...Toris? What, like, happened?" He asked. His memory was just a tad bit slow on the uptake from the fall and his rather long nap.

"You fell. From the tree. Then you blacked out. You've been out for half a day." Toris responded. He was annoyed, but glad that his friend was alright.

"What? That's like, totally not cool." Feliks said with a chuckle now that his memory was refreshed. "What's with all the machines? I'm sure it wasn't that bad."

"You lost a lot of blood. ...I'm sorry, I panicked and wasn't able to get help fast enough."

"Don't worry about it. Its totally fine."

"But!"

"Maybe I won't have to go to boarding school without you now."

Toris stared at him for a moment, finding it hard to believe that Feliks would use something like this as an excuse. "Haha... Feliks, you know your parents already made the payment and everything. I don't think they'll change their minds."

Feliks sighed dramatically and leaned back against the bed. "It was worth a try." He glanced down at his bare chest. The bandages were wrapped all around his chest and torso. "Dammit, these things are like, really annoying. Its tight and totally hard to breathe." He pouted.

Toris laughed. "This is the consequence of doing stupid things." He joked.

"Shut up!" Feliks said with a pouty look. "Its not like I wanted to get hurt!"

After one last check up, Feliks was allowed to leave the hospital. The last day of summer vacation and he had spent it in a hospital. How perfect. He was already going to be a couple hours late thanks to this whole ordeal.

He waved goodbye to Toris as he boarded the train that was supposed to take him somewhere in the country, no somewhere in the world. He had no clue where the hell this school was located, but he sure hoped they had electricity.

It was pretty late when he arrived and he had, unfortunately, packed more clothes than he had intended to. Two student council members had to help him carry his suitcase. "I'm like, really sorry about that! I mean, I tried to pack light, I really did! But, like, you know, some clothes are like totally cute and I couldn't like, leave them behind!"

The student council president, Arthur Kirkland, looked at him awkwardly. People often said that he talked with a strange accent (well, he was born in England), but this guy talked with a...girl accent. If that made any sense. "Its no problem." He grunted as he dragged the suitcase up the stairs. Behind him, a random lackey he had forced into this followed his example. "Just...keep your voice down, please? Most people arrived on time and are asleep."

"Oh, right! I'm totally sorry!"

"...Keep your voice down, please."

"...Right. Sorry." Feliks whispered this time.

"So...Uh, we've been like, walking for a long time, you know?" Feliks says after ten minutes.

"Yes, what's your point, love?"

Feliks gave Arthur a look at being called love.

"I-Its a British thing." He quickly explained. "Er, what were you saying again?"

"Yea, so uh, like we've been walking for quite a while now and like, I'm pretty sure my dorm totally isn't that far away." Heck, it didn't even seem that the building was that big from the outside. "We're not lost, right?"

Arthur paused to look at Feliks. "I'm appalled you would suggest such a thing! I'm the student body president! Of course I would know my way around!"

"Who's like, being loud now?" Feliks taunted with a smirk.

Arthur was about to say something back when the other council member behind him spoke up. "Kirkland? We've been walking in circles at least 5 times now."

"What? Why didn't you say so?"

"I didn't want to get demoted." At that, Feliks couldn't help laughing out loud.

When they finally managed to make it to Feliks room, they were greeted by music. "Wow, they like threw a party for my arrival! I totally love parties!" He said excitedly.

"What? No, there were no parties schedule for today!" Arthur yelled, slamming open the door, revealing there was most definitely a party going on. "Bloody hell! Its the middle of the night, you want to get expelled?" He yelled at the boys inside.

"Angleterre, you made it!" Francis said, coming over to Arthur and Feliks side, stark naked. Both boys gave a startled yelp at the sight. "Oh, who's this beautiful young..." Arthur quickly pushed the Frenchman away from Feliks. "Oh, jealous, Angleterre?"

"No! I just don't want the poor chap to get violated by the likes of you! Now, one, don't ever call me anything other than 'Arthur' I don't understand French and don't ever want to understand it. Two, PUT SOME BLOODY CLOTHES ON!" He yelled at Francis.

The yelling seemed to have some effect as everyone involved in the party stopped what they were doing and looked at Arthur. "Everyone out!" He yelled. "Don't you dare groan at me! I'm only enforcing the rules!" He said as they exited, ignoring the occasional "stick up the ass", "Party pooper", "Virgin for life-Ow! Why'd you hit me for telling the truth" that he got from the passing crowd.

As everyone left the room, Feliks was looking for a good night's sleep when Arthur pulled a boy back. "Gilbert, where do you think you're going?"

"Well, uh, you ordered everyone out! So I was just being awesome and following the rules." The boy said, trying to be 'cool' and avoid looking nervous as he was.

"No. You're getting reported for throwing a party. Detention, I hope."

"Oh come on! Its the first day of school!" Arthur gave him an unblinking stare. "I'm the only one with a room by myself of course I'm going to share it with some one!"

Arthur sighed and rolled his eyes. "Right, about that. Your new roommate, Feliks Łukasiewicz." He said as he stepped aside so Gilbert had a better view of the shorter boy.

"Hi!" Feliks said cheerfully, wanting to give off a positive impression. "My name's Feliks, what's yours-"

"What, I have to share a room with a girl?"

Arthur couldn't have predicted or avoided the fistfight that occurred immediately afterwards.

No one needed to question anything the next day when classes began. Gilbert and Feliks had both arrived to class with cuts and bruises on their face and whenever Feliks walked up to anyone, they just ran off. After all, not many people could get into a fight with Gilbert and survive. Even with Arthur there.

Feliks stared grumpily around the lunchroom. He was sitting alone. He had arrived when the lunchroom was packed and when he found a table with an empty seat, all the kids got up and avoided him like the plague. "Seriously..." He mumbled, chewing on the straw of his drink. "What did I like, do to tick all of them off? All I did was like get into a fight with that oaf."

"Ve~ Excuse me~" Feliks turned around to see a brunette and a rather muscular blonde behind him.

"W-What?" He asked, feeling just a bit insecure at the sight of someone with so many muscles.

"Can I get a chair?"

"Er, yea, totally." Feliks said with a shrug, but he was glad that someone had talked with him.

"Grazie~" Feliciano said with a bright smile before pulling a chair away to another table. Feliks let out a growl when he saw whose table it was. Why was it as though those three, Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio, seemed to know every single person in the school. Feliks slurped at his drink in annoyance.

"Like, I'm really sorry, Miss!" Feliks told the gym teacher. The rest of the boys were already playing some sport in the gym, Volleyball, it appeared. "My math teacher was like so mean, you know? Just because I corrected her in a math problem, she got like, all bitchy and stuff on me!"

The teacher rolled her eyes. "Look, Mr. Łukasiewicz, just go get changed and come back immediately."

"Ok, ok!" Feliks said holding up his hands in an emphasis. "Its pronounced 'Wook-a-shye-veech', by the way."

"Young man, I know how to speak English." The teacher said. She didn't look very happy.

"Its Polish."

"That's it. Late and disrespectful. Five points off. Now go get changed!"

"But-!" Feliks didn't get to say anything as she walked off. Ugh. Are all the teachers here like this? Feliks thought as he picked up his school bag and trudged his way to the locker room.

At the locker room, he was glad he had the place to himself and didn't have to deal with any guys bumping into him, especially since his back really hurt and even started bleeding again last night when he fought with Gilbert.

Unbuttoning his shirt slowly, he was concentrating on not letting the fabic touch any of his cuts since even a simple brush seemed to send an entire wave of pain through him. He was too busy doing this that he did not hear the door to the gym open and close.

"Ve~ My locker was...Um... I forgot..." Feliciano muttered to himself as he walked through the lockers. He had just arrived to another set of lockers when he saw someone ahead. "Ve! Did you happen to see my locker?" He asked.

Feliks, not expecting a voice from behind him, jumped up in surprise, tripped over the bench and fell on his back. "Ow!" He yelped, bringing Feliciano over in concern.

"Ve! Are you alright-VE?" Feliciano stopped a few feet away, eyeing the bandages around the blonde's chest. "..." The Italian stared at him for a moment with mouth open, not saying anything.

"No, I haven't seen your locker...Like how would I know which is yours any-"

"I'M SO SORRY!" Feliciano screamed before bolting out of the room.

"...What?" Feliks managed before getting up, finishing changing and heading back into the gym room.

"Er...Mr. Vargas? What's the matter, I heard you scream-"

"Ve! I need to use the bathroom! Can I please go? Its a...uh... (what's the word again?) an emergency! I'll really pee myself... Ve!"

"Go! Hurry!"

"Yes, Vargas?" Arthur asked. He appeared to be disciplining a student when the Italian burst into the room.

"We have a big problem, Kirkland!"

"Did your brother tried to flaunt his connections again?" The Englishman asked as he sent the other student away.

"No, no... Although, I think he did mention that... Ah, no that's not it at all! Its a much, much bigger problem!"

"What? Say it already, git."

"The new student is a girl!"

De-Anon from Kink Meme

This one's not finished either. Idk how long this one might end up either.