"...want a kiss." Lithuania turned from his work. "What?"
"I said, like, I want a kiss." Poland pouted. Lithuania smiled, walked over and gave him a peck on the cheek. "There, is that better?"
Poland shook his head, clinging onto his arm. "I, like, want a hug, too. Geez. And a, like, kiss on the cheek is, like, so not cool." Lithuania chuckled. The little blonde nation was adorable. "I suppose I could take some time off work to please your whims..."
"They're like, so not whims. Gosh, Liet, are you, like, laughing at me? I'm, like, so insulted!" Lithuania's chuckles had grown louder. "Lieeet!" whined Poland. He clung harder as Lithuania tried to get back to the desk. "C'mon, how much, like, time could a little break take?"
"I have to finish writing an agreement by tomorrow..."
"You have, like, plenty of time. Pleeease?" Lithuania sighed and seated himself back on the couch. Poland grinned. "So I want, like, a kiss first. Like, a proper one." He pulled the Baltic country close enough for their noses to touch, and grinned again.
"Poland, did you know..."
"Like, what?"
"...that I love you?"
Two hours later, Lithuania remembered the work he was supposed to get done.
"Polaaaand..."