Just another short drabble...

"What you need to realize is, I don't smile for just anyone!" Poland huffed, as he gathered his papers. America blinked at him, startled; perhaps trying to goad him into smiling hadn't been the wisest option, but she hadn't expected that response. She leaned forward, studying his face.

"So why not me?"

Poland appeared flustered by the question, continuing to shuffle his papers busily.

"You are not special to me."

"I could become special..." She flashed her mega-watt smile at him, leaning in closer, invading his personal space. He turned sharply, leaving her alone in the meeting room.

"Good day, Miss America."

She watched him go, wondering if he added the "miss" as a jab, or to be polite. It was hard to tell with him sometimes.

"Wait! Poland!" She chased him into the hall, and he paused. She smiled again, unable to help herself.

"I bet I can get you to smile!"

Poland looked at her, sighing to himself.

"Look, it's not really anything personal...it's just not something I do."

America paused.

"I bet you a case of wodka that I can get you to smile!" This seemed to make Poland amused, and his eyes sparkled with hidden laughter.

"I'd like to see you try."

America turned on her heel, smirking to herself, all confidence.

"Of course I will! The minute you aren't expecting it, I'll get you to smile!"

Poland watched her go, shaking his head. As if...

"And if we simply reallocate the asphalt for this road-"

"Hey! Check it out!" America seemed to pop up out of nowhere in the middle of Poland's meeting with a his Prime Minister. She was wearing bright clothing, as well as a curly haired rainbow wig. Poland looked at her a moment, entirely caught off guard, but not in the way America had hoped.

"...what are you doing?"

Her smile refused to fall.

"I'm dressed like a clown! Don't you have clowns here?"

He sighed, shaking his head.

"Yes, we have clowns. Please get out, I'm busy." He shooed her to the door, and she left reluctantly.

"I will win, Poland! Mark my words!"

"Of course. I'll see you later, kay?"

"Poland! Look what I found!" America once again popped up out of nowhere, interrupting Poland's lunch. This time, she came bearing cupcakes with neon frosting and funny faces on them. Poland sighed.

"...I'm not eating that..."

"Aw, c'mon, and I got movie tickets to the funniest movie ever! Ball Buster 3!"

Poland shook his head, making a face.

"...you're interrupting my lunch..."

"Who eats lunch at 5:00?"

"I do. Now go on, I need to eat..."

"Fine, fine..."

"Yo! Lithuania!" America approached rapidly, looking determined, and Lithuania looked over, worried.

"Is something wrong...?"

"Well, no, technically, but I have this bet with Poland where I have to make him smile, and I realized, you were his best friend or something a long time ago, and I thought you'd know what makes him smile." America smiled at Lithuania, attempting to charm him into helping her. Lithuania shook his head, smiling lightly.

"I know just the thing..."

"Hey! Poland!" Poland could hear cloth rustling, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to turn around.

"...yes?"

"Check it out!" He heard the polonaise switch on, and this made him turn and look. America was wearing the traditional folk costume for Krakovians; she beckoned towards him.

"Come on, it took me hours to learn this!"

He stepped forward, surprised. He took her hand, and they danced.

America won her bet; Lithuania's advice had been very simple:

'Do something only Poland would love; you will win his smile.'