Author Commentary: I thought of this little shit-fic while listening to "Dances With the Devil" by Tim McGraw. Um... I know that I wanted to say something else, but I'm sure it doesn't matter.

Rating: K

Warnings: yaoi/shonen-ai

Disclaimer: I do not, and will not ever, own Hetalia: Axis Powers.

"Gawd, Liet, like, how did you get, like, so perfect?" Poland asked his lover breathlessly, while doing the most strenuous of Eastern European activities—dancing polka.

Lithuania laughed and shook his head best he could. "Oh, Po, I'm not as perfect as you would think. I still—like every other person and nation—have my dances with the devil."

"Bull." Poland looked at Lithuania cockily. "I have, like, never seen you do anything bad."

Lithuania shook his head. "I cheated on you when I lived with America. I had sex with him, Illinois, and Pennsylvania. It was so very wrong of me."

Poland rolled his eyes. "And I fucked, like, everyone in the 20s, and that was, like, while you were gone. We both did, like, dirty deeds!"

Lithuania still felt awful. He was supposed to be the strong one... and he cheated.

For Poland, not hearing his lover's voice and sensing his shame was unbearable. So, the Eastern European nation asked his boyfriend the most random of questions: "Who do you, like, think the Devil on earth is?"

"I believe in no such thing." Lithuania then asked, "How about yourself?"

Poland's expression soured. "Germany... he's done a lot of, like, bad things to me. Or Russia... he's, like, hurt you really bad,"

Lithuania shook his head in disagreement. "I believe that those two—or at least Russia—are just broken. They... they have been through a lot."

The two suddenly collapsed from the exhaustion of dancing for almost fifteen minutes straight.

"Woo!" Poland cried, laying his head on Lithuania's chest. "That was, like, a ton of fun!"

Lithuania smiled and kissed the top of Poland's head. "Yeah... yeah it was."

Poland rolled onto Lithuania. "You were, like, totally right, Liet."

"Right about what?" Lithuania asked, giving Poland a puzzled look.

Poland kissed Lithuania's lips. "You were, like, right that you, like, still have, like, a few more dances with the Devil." Poland then smirked. "And that Devil is totally me."