Some Bra Talk: Poland x Lithuania One Shot
Lithuania snuck up behind Poland as he stood in the living room, staring off into space. He gingerly touched the blond's back, not quite breaking him out of his daze. Slowly and gently, they wandered around, still not alerting him of his presence. Then, they found what he had known would be there, and he grasped the thick band. He pulled the elastic back, and the Pole, now in reality, tensed, knowing what was coming next. Lithuania released the strap, and it snapped violently at Poland's back, causing him to squeak slightly. The Lithuanian sighed.
"Lenkija... You're wearing a bra again..." The blond nodded sheepishly. "Why do you, even? They seem kinda uncomfortable and a little unnecessary."
"No, actually, they're, like, totally comfy. And easy to get, too, since I look like a girl and nobody gives me any weird glances in the lingerie store. The female nations don't even mind, either. Sometimes, we, like, run into each other, and they're totally cool with it. When Hungary found out that she was a girl, I totally helped her out, and everything. We never see Ukraine, though, because she specially orders her bras because they don't come in her size where I shop. And Belarus, like, totally refuses to buy anything that doesn't relate to Russia." Poland was rambling again, but Lithuania didn't mind. Instead, he let out a small chuckle and interrupted him mid-sentence with a small hug.
"Haha, Lenkija, you're so cute..." The blond's cheeks were dusted pink, but he smiled as he looked Lituania in the eye.
"Well, maybe, since you don't like it, we could make our way to the bedroom, and I could take it off~"
Author's Note:
Just got this idea randomly. My stepdad would always sneak up behind me, my sister, and my mom, and snap our bras. Seriously, it hurt. :( Well, anyway, yay! LietPol FTW! :3
Lenkija= Poland in Lithuanian.