2P! PolandxReader Part Eleven

You curled into the fetal position after a moment and held your knees tightly burring your head into them. You had no real tears left, so the sobs that were wracking through your form were dry. How could Feliks do this to you? 'This isn't Feliks…' You reminded yourself, 'In all reality this is Alphonse. This is him, not my Feliks.' You let out a louder sob, 'Is he even mine anymore? With that spell on him he's not Feliks…not the boy who used to hide his insecurities from everyone but Toris and I…'


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"Like, go away." Came the valley girl voice with that oh so addicting Polish accent from behind the dark wooden door.

You looked at Toris, worry obvious in your (e/c) eyes. You knocked again a sharper, more fevered sound ringing through the room covered in posters of ponies and framed photographs of your trio. You had noticed the funk he was in earlier in the week and today had been the worst. You decided that it was time you and Toris found out what was wrong.

"Fel, come on, open the door." You called out.

"Maybe, we should give him some time." Toris suggested, but having suspect of your crush, he knew that you would not give up.

You gave him a glare gripping your camouflage school bag, with a few (f/c) roses printed around it; it was a gift from Feliks and inside held a gift for him. Your knuckles were white as you held the strap tightly. You knocked again receiving another plea to go away, but it was obvious now that he had been crying. That tore it, you were refraning from just opening the door but hearing the tears in his voice was too much.

You gripped the knob and opened the door. When you entered the painted pink room you were greeted with the sight of Feliks with his face in a pillow crying. You rushed over and pulled him into a hug.

"Feliks…what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Like…nobody likes me…" he said with tears in his bright green eyes.

The lack of shine that they held broke your heart. You cupped his cheek.

"Of course they do." You said.

"No they don't everyone picks on me at school…because, like…what I like…" he said.

"Who's making fun of you Fel?" you asked trying to mask the anger you felt.

"Well…those boys in my gym class…they called me an f-a-g." he said and broke down again.

You pulled him into a hug. 'how dare they?' you thought, 'How dare they tease my Feliks.'

"I like you." You said, "You are perhaps one of the greatest guys in the world. You are a kind hearted person, but I think that the fact that you love pink it, like, totally cool." You said in a faux valley girl voice.

He looked up at you with a surprised look before breaking down into giggles. You smile and giggled along with him and hugged him close. He hugged you back.

"Like, thank you girl…you always know how to make me feel better." He said with a happy voice.

Toris walked in and sat on his other side, "I'm sorry they keep bugging you Feliks." He said.

"It's okay, Toris. I'm, like, so happy to have you two as, like, my best friends." He said.

You smiles and opened your bag pulling out the gift bag, "I hate it when you don't smile, so here's some insurance that you will keep smiling for a while." You said and handed it to him.

He opened the bag and pulled out a bright pink stuffed pony. You giggled, for a while he had been a brony and you knew how much a stuffed Pinkie Pie would make him smile. And smile he did. He tugged you into a warm embrace laughing happily.

"I like, love you girl." He said.


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That was the Feliks you loved. And somewhere in you, you knew that he still existed. Something in you told you that there was a way to break this spell. You didn't know how to, but you were sure there was. You jumped as there were stomping boots coming back down towards the door to your dungeon. Your time was up.

The door opened and in walked the possessed Feliks with a revolver in his hands. He was smirking darkly at you. He walked over.

"On your knees." He ordered.

'Should I make a run for it?' you asked, 'Or swallow my pride and let him kill me?' As you contemplated this he hit the side of your face with the pistol.

"I said ON YOUR KNEES!" he shouted, scaring you into compliance.

You looked up into the eyes of this monster and begged him, "Please Feliks…please…you really don't want this…this isn't you…" you were pleading with the true Feliks locked inside of him, "Feliks…don't you remember everything we've been through? Don't you remember our life together? I loved you! I FUCKING LOVED YOU!"

You broke down into sobs again and shut your eyes preparing to hear the shot and feel the bullet enter your body. But as you opened your eyes you saw him with a darkly amused smile on his face, though there was something different in his eyes, they were a lighter color.

He laughed in your face, "You're a fool." He raised the gun up as though to strike you again.

You flinched and instead of feeling a harsh metallic strike to your face you heard the loudest bang in the world as pain exploded through your shoulder. You shrieked loudly and fell backwards your eyes shooting open looking up at the Pole looming above you gun smoking in his hand. He raised it to shoot you once more, it lining up with your head.

You opened your mouth and you don't know why it came out but you shrieked out, "POLAND!"

He froze…his eyes wide and began to shake. All of a sudden a bright green flash engulfed the room causing you to shut your eyes.

After a minute you opened them again. And saw standing there shaking the real Feliks, his eyes were bright and full of life.

"Like, what the hell happened." He asked staring down at the gun confused.

"FELIKS~!" You cried and jumped up to embrace him only to be jerked back into a chokehold by the dark Feliks who was still alive and angry.