Head Over High-Heels
A LietPol fanfic
Rated T
Warnings: Valley girl Poland is obviously the best Poland, like totally. Nah, I didn't exaggerate the "like, totally". AU. Somewhat foul language somewhere there.
Poland's POV

Chapter 1: Cheese Fries and a Nice Top

I have never wanted something so badly in my entire life. That is not exaggeration. My heart was absolutely aching to clutch the soft fabric in my hands, but sadly I am separated by this large glass panel and my empty designer wallet. Tragic, I know.

My face and hands were pressed onto the glass as I eyed at the top lustfully. My breath was making tiny fogs on the glass, to be replaced by a new one each time it slowly faded away. For the fifth time, I checked my wallet, hoping that money had miraculously appeared inside while I wasn't looking. I closed it again. Nope.

I groaned, sinking down to a crouch at the pavement outside the boutique. I work as a personal stylist for this Russian girl called Natalya. She's a model. We're not really on good terms with one another, because she's like, really mean to me. She glares at me a lot, and gets pissed off when I do something wrong. She's quite boring, actually. So yeah, we're not really good friends, but as long as I glam her up and make her look good for her shows, she won't have much of a reason to murder me. Pay was fair enough, I was single and I only had to feed myself. I live in a flat. Not very large, but hey, there's only one of me, so why would I need a mansion? The thing is, I'm secretly a shopaholic. I admit that I am. It's my weakness. The strip mall, the department store, the mall blocks, and even the catalogues make my knees buckle at the sight. The pay I get in my job is fair, yeah, but the amount I spend makes it all for nothing. It's a good thing mom and dad are nice parents who lend me money when I need it. Only when I need it, of course. That means I can't ask them to give me money to buy me a new, designer top.

I sent a text to my best friend, Feliciano. He's a really nice guy who's into fashion like me. He's actually one of the higher-ranked people from where I work. The company is owned by his brother, Lovino.

I sent a text to him, asking him if he had money on him. I'll just borrow some cash and buy that one top I've been dying to get. I already tried asking my flatmate Lili but she said she didn't have any money. I tried asking my neighbour as well. Nope.

This just goes to show how desperate I am for that top. I seriously have no life.

Feli texted back, saying that he doesn't have any money right now due to having to pay for some extremely expensive ornament that he accidentally broke yesterday. Wow. That's awful luck.

I stood up again with a sigh, knowing that I won't have enough money for it. No use moping around, I suppose. Payday's two and a half weeks away so by the time I'll get my money, they'll be out of stock. This is not my year.

I walked away from the shop, feeling horribly depressed. My hot pink high-heeled stilettos made a click-clacking sound on the pavement, as if it's ticking away the time I have left before the stocks run out. The top is one of the hottest items this season, and it's made by one of the most popular fashion designers out there: Leon. It was revealed in an interview that his real name is actually pretty Asian, but he just uses Leon for convenience. Anyway, like I said, the top I wanted is a hot item right now and there is no doubt that everyone is lining up to buy it.

I went home to my flat, where Lili was sitting on the couch doing her embroidery like the prim and proper lady she is. Her parents sent her to an all-girls' school for her high school and made her take lessons on manners and lady-things, so she's raised that way. She's in college now, and she's younger than me, yet she's the more responsible one here. She heard the door open and close as I went in and turned around, acknowledging my presence. She smiled softly at me like an angel. "Feliks, welcome back. Did you get the top?"

She didn't have to remind me. The word 'top' just shot arrows through my heart and I could feel a painful, stabbing pain. Augh.

"No, I didn't." I shook my head and smiled wryly. She could tell I was upset since she just kinda stopped talking about it. I placed my bag on the couch and sat down beside her, eyeing her handiwork. "Nice embroidery thing, by the way." I complimented.

"Thank you. By the way, brother's coming over next weekend." she said, her face lighting up excitedly. You could really tell that she doted on her brother. He looks just like her, their hair lengths are the same and they have the same eyes. Her brother's taller than her, though, and he wears men's clothes. I swear, they got me fooled the first time I saw them. I thought there were two Lili's around the house! Talk about a doppelgänger scare.

I cringed a bit, but not visibly enough for her to see. I didn't want to offend her; she hasn't seen her brother in a month or two already, and the poor thing's missed him dearly. "Er, I'll make sure to stay out that day, then. I don't want to get in the way of your family time." Actually, what I don't want to happen is for him to notice me again and give me a 45-minute lecture on how saving is fabulous. He would always notice my designer label clothes and my accessories then he would tell me that consumerism is not the way to go and that I could just pick up equally nice clothes from thrift shops or whatever so that I wouldn't have to spend so much. Um, hello, do I look like I want to walk around with fake labels and nondescript clothing? Nope, I guess not. A girl's (?) gotta have some pride, you know! It doesn't really help that he's not much of an interesting guy to be with since he's quiet and surly most of the time. Yeah, I think I'll pass.

"Oh, okay." she looked a bit crestfallen. She does get the fact that me and Vash, that's his name, don't really get along. "But please don't feel like you're causing trouble for us, because you're not. You're still welcome to stay here while he visits." she hastily added, as if I would actually take offense to her first reaction.

"Honestly, it's no problem at all." I waved my hand with a smile before standing up and making my way to the fridge. I grabbed a spoon, took out a cup of fruit cocktail and opened it, scooping a spoonful into my mouth. "Thanks for the fruit." I told her after I swallowed my first bite. Mmm, I love fruit. She does the grocery by herself most of the time and she has never failed to buy me my favourite fruit cocktails every time she does. As Lili and I chatted, I forgot all about the top and how I'm actually supposed to be upset at how I didn't get it.

By Friday noon, I was back in front of the large mannequin again. My hand was pressed onto the speck-free glass as a hopeless sigh escaped my lips. I didn't bother going in; it would be too painful for me to do so, when I won't even buy anything anyway. The saleslady gave me an odd look from inside, but when she noticed what I was drooling about, her expression turned into an empathetic gaze. We're kindred souls — she must feel my pain. Isn't it hard to work inside the same shop where they're selling the top you want? I bet she doesn't want it as much as I do, though. I pouted to myself. Don't they even have employee discounts? What was that, like, five percent, ten percent? Lucky bastards.

I huffed and stalked away with a pout, undoubtedly having my day ruined just by seeing that blasted top. Of course, things couldn't get any better. An idiot just walked right into me, spilling his food all over me. Cheese-sauce fries, no less. That obviously ruined my good clothes.

"Oh my God, like, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I said to the guy. Of course, the question was rhetorical. I was understandably angry enough to use such strong profanity.

"Oh, damn, I'm sorry..." he looked like he didn't know what to do. We were in the middle of the pavement and he spilled his cheese-fries all over me, and he was standing there like an idiot. I think we already covered that part.

I gingerly picked up one of the fries and popped it in my mouth. "Oh, this one's good — I mean, aren't you going to help me or something?" my expression changed again. I somewhat forgot the position I was in. Those fries were good. Need to get co-workers to buy that sometime.

"S-sorry!" he stuttered and stuck his hand in his pocket, pulling it out to reveal a few white tissues. He reached out and got most of it off, but my top now had this totally unattractive and awful yellow-orange stain on it. Oh, and I smelled like cheese. Oh, and I still have to get back to work once lunch break is still over. Great.

I glared at him as menacingly as I can with my hands on my hips. He looked really shy and apologetic. "Look, I really didn't mean to spill it all over you, if... If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, just name it." he cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head. He's a bit taller than me with brown hair pulled into a low ponytail and green eyes that seemed lighter under the sunlight, fair skin and a kind face. He's actually pretty cute. That fact just made me forget that I was supposed to be pissed off at him.

I didn't know how to respond. Was there anything he could do? I mean, he cleaned up his mess the best he could, which was the right thing for him to do, of course... And, well, he apologised... I couldn't let him get away without accepting his offer, though, so I came up with an ingenious idea.

"Anything?" I repeated, just to make sure. My lips were slowly forming a smile, a devious one at that. He nodded, this time looking quite unsure if he offered the right thing to pay me back. Too late now, boy. "Like, really?" I asked again. He nodded.

"Okay. I want you," I said, pointing to him as I said it, "to buy me that newly-released designer top in the boutique down the corner." I pointed behind me with a thumb. His face looked quite pained and in fear of having his wallet emptied. Well, he guessed right.

He nodded for the third time and I dragged him along to the store. Finally, I was getting the top I wanted so dearly! This is a great day! Even if I got cheesed all over and stuff, it was kinda worth it. The moment we got out of the store, though, I kinda felt bad for the poor guy. It did cost a lot, and while he had enough to pay for it, I wondered if it was such a huge price to pay for such a small accident.

"Um..." I started, my hand clutching the shopping bag's handle a bit tightly.

"Yes?" he turned to face me.

"Was... Um... I... Er..." I stammered, stumbling along the sentence because I didn't know what to say. "Um... Thank you for buying it for me. It means a lot to me since I've been wanting that blouse for a long time. I really hope it wasn't much trouble. A-and I'm not mad about the cheese fries thing anymore." I looked away sheepishly, clearing my throat.

He smiled. It was all okay for him? "It's my pleasure. And thank God you're not mad anymore. I honestly hate causing trouble for people, really. I'm really sorry for that."

"I know it kinda costs a lot and—"

"No, it's no problem at all!" he interrupted me mid-sentence, shaking his head with a smile. "Really. Don't worry."

"I-if you say so." I smiled, secretly happy that my guilt has been lightened. At least he sounded like he wanted to buy it for me and not like he was forced to do so because he fucked up my nice blouse. "Anyway, thanks for the blouse again. I'm Feliks Łukasiewicz. It's nice to meet you." I figured I should at least get acquainted with the guy so I held out my hand and offered it to him.

He took my hand into his and shook it, a shy grin on his face. "I'm Toris Laurinaitis. Pleased to meet you, as well, Mister... Um... Miss... Feliks?" he looked confused whether to refer to me as a guy or a girl. I laughed, like, really laugh. Really loudly, in fact. I've had that so many times it just sounded funny. Only a few people know that I'm actually a guy, since I look like a girl, hairstyle, clothing choice and mannerisms and all. I mean, I've been told so many times that I look like a girl, so, why not dress and act like one? The game's all up, anyway. It's not like I could do any better as a guy.

"It's Mister, but I honestly don't give a damn." I laughed and let go of his hand, grinning at him. He slowly nodded in comprehension.

"You really looked like a girl, though, so I'm sorry about that..." he looked down to the ground, blushing a bit.

"Nah, it's okay. Thanks for the compliment!" I just love it when people say I look like a girl. My hard work pays off, I see. "Um, anyway, I gotta go, since lunch break's almost over. Here, call me sometime, coffee or whatever." I flashed a grin and handed him my business card. He took it and gave me his. I glanced at the tiny print on his, and it said that he was an office worker in one of these office buildings that belonged to some big-shot American. Talk about a boring job. Tsk.

We agreed to have coffee sometime and I left with my latest purchase (actually, his purchase but don't tell my friends that so I still have some bragging rights) all happy and grinning and stuff. This is a good day, really.

"Hello, Feliks." he nodded a bit stiffly at me at an attempt to be courteous.

I nodded back, "Hey there, Vash." I hoped my silent prayers would be heard... I honestly don't want another scolding marathon here... I actually just wore a grey tee and a knee-length skirt, which didn't really seem so flashy. He has NOTHING to tell me off about. The skirt didn't even cost that much.

"Ah, brother, you're here!" Lili smiled cheerfully at him, to which Vash awkwardly nodded at again. I could tell that he's pretty sucky in social situations.

"Hello, Lili." he wrapped his arms around her and enveloped her into this stiff, forced, awkward hug. What's up with all this tension, guys? Aren't you like... family and stuff?

"I'll, uh, be in my room if you need me." I silently walked back into my room, not wishing to witness their family time any longer. It just makes me kinda sad and all, since I don't really have a sibling and stuff. I mean, I have mom and dad, and they like, love me to bits, but they say it's still different when you have a sibling. I've always wanted a little sister, you know?

I plopped onto my bed, bouncing a bit when my body hit the soft mattress. I groaned. It's the weekend and Vash is here again and I am bored. Bored with a capital B. What do I do, guys? Like, what is there for me to do? I honestly have no idea. I don't have much hobbies right now, or activities, or whatever. I rolled around, trying to think of something to do for today. I can't really stay around the house when Lili's having her nice family reunion of one with her brother.

Idea struck me in the head like how a pony tackles people in the back all of a sudden. I love ponies. Ahem. I took out my cellphone from my branded clutch and that business card that Toris guy gave me a few days ago. It conveniently has his cellphone number on it too, so it won't be that much of a problem even if it's a weekend.

I dialled the number and gulped anxiously as it rang.

"Good morning, Toris Laurinaitis speaking." a voice on the other end suddenly spoke into my ear. I slightly jumped in surprise; I didn't expect him to answer it that quickly.

"H-hi!" I sat up, a broad grin on my face. I twirled the ends of my hair. I'm not even sure what made me call him! We said that we could get some coffee someday, but maybe it was just said out of courtesy and not an actual invitation... What if he doesn't remember me, even? N-nonsense, it's only been a few days... I took a deep breath.

"I-it's me, Feliks... You know, the one you met the other day? I was wondering if... if you'd want to grab a cup of coffee? Only if you're free today, of course!"

Author's Notes: Shh. Okay, I know I should be getting to updating SAPC and MEA but I am too lazy, plus I have no more inspiration left. I have a tiny shred of will to continue those stories, but until then, I will not update them. So sorry!

Anyway, this is my very first published LietPol fanfic. Technically, I have never written LietPol before. I hope my Poland POV wasn't that obnoxious. Heh. Anyway, next chapter soon, hope I won't get tired of this easily...

UPDAAAAATE: Many thanks to ignacia437 for pointing out Lithuania/Toris' eye colour to me! It was actually green (she said it was either green or blue, but I've seen more arts of green-eyed Lithuania), not brown. My whole fandom life was a liiie. :C I already made the necessary changes to this chapter, hehe. Next chapter soon ;w;