Implants
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"Wahh, like, Liet!"
The Lithuanian girl inwardly groaned. It was Poland…again—probably to force her to go shopping. Not that she would mind; she loved Poland, she really did, but she had enough shopping for the week. As the clopping of stiletto pumps grew closer, Lithuania turned her own much smaller heel toward her best friend.
"What is it Poland?" she asked exasperatedly.
"Like, Russia, like called me flat-chested!" Poland cried pointing to the end of the hallway where Russia stood cheerfully. She waved back at them cutely. Lithuania sighed.
"Just ignore her, Poland." Lithuania said. Poland wailed even louder.
"You're only saying that because you have, like, totally huge boobage!" Lithuania flushed at this comment. Yes it was true; she did have ample cleavage, much bigger than Poland at least. She secretly prided herself in that fact. But seeing her friend's tear streaked face replaced that pride with guilt.
"That's because I have…implants?" Lithuania finished hesitantly. Poland blinked before smiling triumphantly. "I totally knew that." Lithuania smiled reassuringly. Her breasts were one-hundred percent real but she said nothing. Her goal for now was keeping Poland happy.
Which is a big job, by the way.
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I've had this around for a while but I actually typed it up today :D the first in my new Nyotalia series! Expect more in a while.
Lithuania-Taris(?)Lorinaitis
Poland- Felka Łukasiewicz