Allez!*

Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia the episodes would be longer than 5 minutes

He hadn't done this in a long time, not with other people at least. He had practiced in his basement ever since he had gotten out of Russia's house though. Lithuania cracked his neck as he laced up his sneakers and grabbed his mask. Truthfully, he hated the thing for how much of his view it blocked but the club in his home required it, as did every other place in the world. Besides, he should set a good example for his younger citizens. He entered the large room after grabbing his equipment and saw Poland sitting in the stands wearing a bright pink fencing vest, checking his nails.

"Sveiki Feliks." he said, sitting down next to the man. Poland looked up

"Like, hey, Liet!"

"Poland, it's Toris, we're in public," he hissed looking around nervously.

"Oh like, loosen up, Liet!" Poland said slinging his arm around Lithuania's shoulder. "Besides, there's, like, no one here." Poland was right. It was a weekday so there were very few fencers around. There were a few sparring matches going on and watching them made Toris smile. This was a sport. Sure, he loved basketball and enjoyed watching various other sports, but this had purpose behind it. There had been a time where this meant something.

"So anyway, we, like, totally going to do this or what?" Poland asked.

"If you're ready," he replied. Poland turned around behind him and pulled on a bright pink fencing mask.

"I'm, like, totally ready now," he said, jumping off the stands and landing on the gym floor in a star position. Lithuania blushed as several of the people stopped and looked at him and his fellow nation in either puzzlement or amusement.

"Like, come on L-Toris!" Poland said, picking up a random rapier from a nearby table and holding it up as though he were already victorious. Lithuania sighed and put on his mask trying not to look at the others in the room.

"Poland, your making a scene," Toris hissed as they made their way to an open area of the gym. Poland responded by whacking him with his rapier.

"Hey! You can't just- ow, stop I don't even have my sword out yet!" Lithuania cried, fumbling with his rapier as Poland struck him again and again.

"Come on, Liet, you used to be, like, totally good at this," Poland mocked as Lithuania finally got his rapier out. Despite the fact the Poland couldn't see it, Toris blushed with embarrassment before feinting and smacking Feliks' hand causing the nation to drop to the sword.

"Ow,- that hurt!" Poland whined. Lithuania sighed. He had been like this back in their commonwealth days.

"Come on Feliks, I didn't hit you that hard," he groaned again, pulling off his mask. Poland did likewise and pouted.

"Yeah you totally did," he complained beginning to fake cry. Lithuania rubbed his temples in exasperation.

"All right, I'm sorry," he said. "Now, can we go again?" Before Poland could respond, there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and looked up before yelping and jumping back. The person that had tapped him on the shoulder was about as big as Russia with his face covered by a white mask.

"C-can I help you?" Lithuania stuttered The man pointed at Lithuania's rapier with his own. "Oh you want to spar?" he asked. The mask nodded. "Oh, well, Feliks do you-" he asked, turning around only to see Poland waving at him from the bleachers. "-mind." he sighed.

"Kick his ass, Toris!" the blond called. He smiled slightly, then turned back around to face to tall man.

"All right, when you're r-" The other mans blunted blade came whooshing down on him in an arc before Toris had finished speaking. Lithuania barely had time to parry before the man retreated. "What on earth-" he asked before blocking again as his opponent leapt forward and attempted to make the hit. He had thought the man was a novice. To an extent he was, as his footwork was not the greatest, but now it seemed that Toris had failed to follow the advice that he had given to Prussia all those years ago. He quit holding back. He struck at the man as soon as he had drawn back, only to be parried. His opponent crossed and hit. The world began to fade away. All that mattered was watching the two swords and gaining more ground. The two fencers blocked, lunged, parried and hit for almost 20 minutes. Then Toris finally got an opening as the man lunged forward. He stabbed upward into the man's hilt and pulled it back out of his grasp. The man held up his hands in surrender and Lithuania began to hear a familiar laugh. The man pulled off his mask to reveal purple eyes, silver blond hair, and a wide smile.

"Привет, Litva."

Translations

Sveiki: (Lithuanian) Hi

Привет:(Russian) Hi

*Word used to signal start of a fencing bout at the international level_

Inspiration for this came from the Hetawiki entry that said that Lithuania was interested in martial arts. I thought that was kind of odd until I read on the other wiki that Martial art's includes fencing which then made perfect sense. If anyone is wondering the advice he gave to Prussia came from the Polish-Swedish wars strip. I have never fenced before so any inaccuracies are from ignorance on my part. Anyway Review please!