A Hetalia Axis Powers fanfiction- In a skirt
Summary- Poland wants Lithuania to wear a skirt. Very badly.
Warning- Not much. T. Slight fluff. No pairing up unless you see it that way.
(AN1:/ OKAY! So I know it took a lot of… weeks for me to fulfill this request. But you can nag me on tumblr/facebook ; Unless I forgot to post a link for that too ^^;
So, yep! Sorry for taking so long! I'll post the other two ASAP!
(AN2:/ I've never written these two character together or separate. So I will apologize now for any derps and derps and trolls and more trolls who will be all like 'Oh, hey! You didn't use their language right, OR wow yoh they're like so ooc.'
So don't be like that. Please? :'D And… I guess this will be short since, again, this is my first time writing these two.
"R-really, Poland, I don't want to wear that sort of clothing. A-and Russis might… scold me for it; it's really terrifying,"
"Nonsense! Russia is totally acting like an ass, as always! It's not like he'll see," Poland tells the Lithuanian man calmly, giving him a laid-back smile. "It'll totally be alright, tak! It'll, like, totally be lame if I do it on my own!"
The two were sitting on the usual hilltop they'd meet on, enjoying the air and the calmness surrounding them.
"I don't know…" Lithuania stammered uneasily, looking over at the Polish man with a nervous grin.
Lithuania couldn't help it. Spending years with Russia has turned him into a nervous wreck; the least he wanted was to be caught in a skirt.
"Liet!" Poland stretched out the 'E' dramatically, sitting on his knees and crawling over the other, a breeze causing his skirt to float upwards.
Lithuania blushed, adverting his eyes. "Polska! Watch what you are doing! You're showing off too much; someone could see!" He reached over and patted down the skirt quickly for the other, acting a bit huffy. During the process though, Poland managed to pull Lithuania on top of him, holding him in place, and making the Lithuanian blush. "If anyone were to walk by… would you mind but to let go of me..?"
"Nie~," Poland stretched out the 'E.'
Now, Poland wasn't as strong, but he was able to flip the both of them. "Are you going to wear the skirt with me, Liety?"
"I- I said no..! Get off me, Poland! If Russia would stop by at this moment…!" He suddenly jumped at the small notions the Polish man was making at his sides, causing him to twitch and squirm around.
Poland couldn't help but grin casually, tickling the sides of the man below him. "Ticklish, Liety?"
"P-Poland!" Lithuania snapped, struggling underneath him, his smile starting to turn into a grin as his giggles grew. "I-if…if this is because I don't want t-to wear the skirt.. then…!" he made a small shriek upon feeling the Polish man's hands dig into his belly.
"It wasn't about that… until now! Can you wear the skirt now?"
"Y-yes!" he says breathlessly, squirming underneath, breathing heavily as Poland got off.
"Good," Poland holds up the skirt. "Put it on~!"
Lithuania blushed brightly, "Y-you mean now?"
(AN3:/ DONE! I'M SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVER! AND FOR IT BEING SHORT! It's not even funny how short it is
Also~ for the people on text plus
I replied to you guys Q_q
*~Eden~*