Single and Ready to Mingle

Chapter One

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"Why do you always insist on wearing the most provocative attire when we go out anywhere?" Lithuania sighed soundlessly, watching his twenty one year old blonde crush sitting in an inappropriate fashion. Her pale lengthy legs were spread open for the entire world to catch a lovely sight of her black and pink lacy panties. Poland glanced over at her twenty two year old disapproving friend with a small disagreeing pout. Reluctantly, the blond neck length haired young adult folded her right leg over the other and crossed her arms across her chest defiantly.

The light brown haired young adult started up his black polished jeep with a swift turn of his keys in the ignition. They drove silently until Poland reached over to press the button for the radio. Some type of pop song blared and Poland danced to it. Liet glanced over to watch as Poland's strapless hot pink silky short dress descended somewhat to reveal additional cleavage. It was a nose bleeding sight in Liet's opinion. However, he wouldn't voice that, because he did not want to be too sexual towards her.

He was what you would call the nice guy.

Apparently, Liet never had a girlfriend or a kiss. He always had crushes but they never developed into anything serious. At the moment, he was currently in the friend zone with Poland.

The frigid nocturnal wind caused Poland to shiver faintly as they stopped at a red light. Liet witnessed how the icy temperature triggered two hardened nipples poking against the silky hot pink fabric. His cheeks reddened slightly when Poland's vibrant emerald eyes adverted straight into his panicky azure eyes. He looked away in a hurry as the light flashed bright green. Chuckling softly, Poland reached over to poke Liet's blushing face. She always flirted with him. Unfortunately, she always flirted with everyone. He wanted her for himself but she was her own person.

Upon pulling up to the local club where the other nations meet up at, the older nation in the car spoke up. "Poland, I…I think you should fix your dress." The said twenty one year old inspected her silky tight short hot pink strapless dress and blushed at the sight. "Oh, I totally forgot that this dress has, like, a mind of its own." Lithuania wanted to face palm at what his crush said but restrained from doing so.

He killed the ignition, unlocked the doors, and inwardly sighed as Poland waited there expectantly. They were not even dating but Lithuania decided to act like a gentleman. He rounded the jeep after shutting his door and opened the door for the fabulous Poland.

"Oh my gosh, Liet! You are so totally sweet like candy!" Poland flirted as she hooked her arm with Liet's arm. A noticeable blush covered his cheeks momentarily but faded back to his natural skin tone.

Lithuania opened the door that led in to the club for the twenty one year old nation. Oh, how Liet wanted to claim Poland as his own. Unluckily, Poland was single and ready to mingle. Pushing his internal feelings aside, he was greeted by the other nations near the entrance. Music flooded throughout the vicinity of the club. Chatter could be heard as they closed in on the other nations.

"Oh, look who it is, Lithuania and Poland!" Russia announced, swigging a mouth full of Vodka as the two said adults presented themselves. Poland sneered at the large nation who was currently scanning her curvy yet slender body. His violet colored eyes travelled from her attractive face to her hot pink nail polished toenails.

"Da, Poland, you are looking incredibly stunning this evening." Russia complimented the pouting blonde as his violet hued eyes encountered her admirable emerald eyes. She blushed faintly at the compliment and planted a sassy hand on her hip. "I like totally know I am. Thanks, Russia. That is, like, so wonderful of you to say." Both of the males smiled slightly at her conceitedness and moved aside as a European nation interrupted them.

"Honhonhon!" France laughed like a horny pervert at the wondrous sight before his cerulean eyes. Poland raised a blond eyebrow at the romantic nation, "Like what you see?" This generated a blush from France as he was not expecting to hear that from the beautiful Polish woman before him.

"Why of course I do, mon cher. I would love to taste your wine, honhonhon." France wiggled his finely shaped blonde eyebrows with a smirk tugging at the corner of his devious mouth.

"Like totally dream on." Poland winked flirtatiously at the hopeless romantic Frenchman. Other nations started to gather around the two nations that showed up partially late due to Poland's leisure preparation back at their apartment.

"Hey, bro, I would watch out for Poland if I were you. She is looking sexy tonight. I'm just saying, dude." America announced in his obnoxiously deafening voice as he nudged Lithuania on his side. Germany and Italy were holding hands as they approached the other nations surrounding Poland and Lithuania.

"Veee! Poland looks super pretty!" Italy complimented the blushing blonde haired girl next to Lithuania. Germany smiled slightly, holding Italy around his waist possessively when they unlaced their fingers. The blonde combed back haired German desired nothing more than to dance with his beloved Italy. Therefore, both of the nations departed back into the crowd of dancing young adults. The music was pumping, which made Poland's feisty flirty attitude switch turn on.

"I'm, like, totally flattered but I really want to, like, dance and all." Poland's last words floated into the other nation's ears as she waltzed off. Lithuania attempted to catch up with his crush but Russia's large hand seized his exertions. They decided to leave Poland unaccompanied and stopover at the bar to become a little tipsy. The younger nation already knew that Russia was the type of individual to become wasted before anyone else in the club.

Poland glanced back over her shoulder at the Russian and Lithuanian heading over to the bar. She definitely did not want to dance alone sober. Poland believed that a wonderful buzz would release her tensions. After all, she was a party girl at heart. However, a few beers or glasses of alcohol would be fantastic at this point in time.

As soon as Poland claimed a bar stool next to Liet, one of the charming yet serious nations approached her almost immediately. It was Switzerland, smiling at her with a tint of desperation in his green eyes. Surprisingly his shadow clone and little sister, Lichtenstein, was not by his side. Poland secretly wondered where his clingy baby sister wandered off to tonight.

"Hey pretty lady. Can I buy you a drink?" The Swiss asked the beauty before him with a small smirk gracing his pale pink lips. This is one of the numerous reasons why Poland cherished her marvelous blessings and appearance. Naturally, she had the ability to persuade anyone she desired except Germany and a few other nations. A majority of them paid her an abundant amount of attention though. "Sure, I would totally love to, like, get a little tipsy tonight and totally rock my hips." The polish young woman made sure to wink and giggle in a flirtatious manner. Switzerland blushed at her forwardness and called the bartender over in their direction. He ordered both of them drinks and gulped the alcohol just as fast as Poland. Switzerland really did not mind spending an overload of cash on the super sexy nation. His yearning to dance with her was stronger than his logical reasoning.

Upbeat club music pounded through everyone's bodies throughout the night. Poland's emerald eyes glistened from the inebriated condition she was currently in with the Swiss. He was not as intoxicated from the alcohol compared to the polish female. He swiftly snaked his right arm around her slender waist as she stumbled out onto the dance floor. Too bad Liet was distracted by Russia's chants to continue drinking to even notice where Poland stumbled off to.

The two blonde nations danced to the dance music pumping through their veins. Poland was still a remarkable dancer even when she was under the influence. Switzerland's hands travelled up and down her sides in a sexual manner. The younger blonde haired nation, Poland, rocked her body against his body. A faint blush was evident on her cheeks from the alcohol as well as Switzerland's erection poking at her left butt cheek. The chemistry was overpowering both of them as Switzerland surreptitiously journeyed her towards the door that led outside.

"Switzerland, where are we going? I can't, like, leave yet. I barely got started!" Poland complained as the older male pressed her body up against Liet's black Jeep. She grunted as the Swiss grabbed her ass and grinded his erection against her backside.

"H-Hey! You can't do this to me. It's, like, totally not cool." Poland cried out as Switzerland hitched her short hot pink dress up above her butt. He remained silent as he tugged her black and pink lacey panties down. They pooled around her ankles as his powerful hands shoved her down so she was bent over.

Poland started to panic through her drunk state, "D-Don't touch me, Switzerland! You need to, like, totally stop before I hurt you." Switzerland brushed her threats off of his shoulders, working his fingers down to her moist private area. She flinched away, almost tripping from the panties around her ankles, and swiftly pulled them up to cover her region. The older nation watched as his prized possession hurried away with her hot pink dress being pulled down over her firm yet soft buttock. Her vision was blurry as a rainstorm once she entered the club and the music was deafening to her ears.

All she could hear were rushed footsteps and muffled voices as she collapsed onto the uncomfortable dance floor.

"Oh my God!" Lithuania freaked the fuck out as he watched his blonde haired crush faint and crash face first onto the ground. Switzerland appeared behind her fallen body and his light forest green eyes widened through his intoxicated state of mind. His hands instantly attached to her unconscious body faster than Germany could rush over to the developing circle of worried nations. The world, literally speaking, cared immensely about her wellbeing.

Lithuania's ocean blue eyes hardened at the sight of Switzerland's assistance. It seemed like the Swiss was invading his territory. His Poland. Nobody else was allowed to touch her besides him. He despised any person who craved her body. Sure, she had a banging body but she also had a wonderful personality and brilliant mind.

"Hey, leave her alone, Swiss cheese! She's mine!" Liet blurted out without hesitation with a visible blush covering his cheeks. Switzerland chuckled at his declaration. "You certainly don't act like it, Lithuania." This statement made Liet's blood boil and he restrained himself from going to war with Switzerland. Oh, how he yearned to deck the older snooty nation square in the jaw.

Germany and Italy calmed down both of the quarreling nations while Russia scooped the unresponsive blonde seducer off of the ground. He smiled his signature sweet creepy smile as he held her lightweight body close to his muscular chest. His scarf brushed against her tranquil face as he situated her body to a comfortable position that benefited his sturdy arms.

"Russia, I need you to set her down on that sofa. Lithuania, I want you to watch over her until she wakes up again." Germany commanded the two nations as the others returned to the dance floor. Liet followed the Russian closely on their way to the location that Germany pointed out.

Approximately thirty two minutes passed and Poland leaned forward in Liet's lap. He had her weary head rest on his lap. In fact, he had to wiggle his legs and stand up once she hunched over. She clutched at her head from a sudden dizziness and mumbled out her friend's name over the booming music. He immediately listened to what she had to say.

"I need to use the restroom, like, super badly. Can you, like, help me out?" She pleaded with those shimmering bright green eyes and the adorable permanent pout. Liet could not deny the cutie in front of him as he assisted her stumbling body towards the bathroom.

"Liet, I need you to, like, come with me in the handicap stall." Poland's request startled Lithuania and he reluctantly trailed behind the inebriated blond female. Other attractive ladies eyed him suspiciously as he accompanied his dear friend and major crush. He desperately wanted to inform the women that he was helping his friend. Who would buy that excuse?

Right in front of Lithuania, Poland had absolutely zero shame when she was wasted. Being the gentleman that he was raised to be, he shifted his body away from her body. Poland covered the toilet seat with multiple layers of toilet paper to avoid the germs. Immediately after she protected herself from the microorganisms, she plopped down on the seat and it sounded like a sink running. Liet's face heated up at Poland's sigh after she finished urinating. A chuckle resonated at Poland's observation of her friend's back facing her.

"Liet, you are, like, so freaking cute." Poland giggled with an obvious slur to her statement.

Lithuania carried her out of the handicap stall as soon as she finished washing and drying her petite hands. Her tickle me pink lips grazed over Liet's neck, which induced a bright blush over his cheeks. They escaped the female's bathroom and migrated over towards the crowd of club goers dancing to the music.

"Poland, mon cher. I want to dance with you!" France insisted while he grabbed her hand with a slight tug. Liet's glistening cobalt eyes widen when Poland instantly agreed to dance with the romantic blonde Frenchman. She stuck out her pink tongue in a childish manner at Liet. Once again, Russia abducted the deserted nation from the crowd of partiers.

"Do you want to make her jealous, da?" Lithuania nodded vigorously at the larger nation's offer.

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