If there was one thing Lithuania knew about Poland, it was that he was perfect in every way. After all, Lithuania had known him longer than any other country and had therefore spent more than enough time with him.
At the present moment, he lay beside the nation who was sleeping peacefully in the double bed. Lithuania remained quiet while watching the blond nation breathe in and out gently while dreaming of horses or something like that since he didn't want to wake him. Poland could get quite grouchy after being woken up unexpectedly.
Lithuania smiled softly at the nation who lay beside him. It was unusual for him to be so quiet, so the brown-haired nation was enjoying it. He slowly inched his hand to Poland's head and ran his fingers through his hair. Blond strands tickled his fingers as he reached out for more soft hair. Lithuania was sure that Poland's hair was naturally like this and had always wondered how. He thought his own hair was hard to control and wished he could have his friend's hair just for one day.
He moved his hand to the forehead and gently stroked the smooth skin there. Poland moved slightly in his sleep, shifting about at Lithuania's touch. The blond nation had soft, smooth skin with few scars. Lithuania knew that Poland only had a scar down his right side from the trouble in the Second World War and two smaller scars on his left shoulder from two smaller battles that he had fought alongside Lithuania.
Lithuania wished he could say he had only a few scars. Many scars lined his back from all the times someone had defeated him in a war or taken over his country. He had a messy history, to say the least. The scars didn't even hurt anymore, they just felt numb.
Poland had been his friend for a long time and Lithuania could safely say that his eyes always brightened his day. The blond nation had emerald eyes which always seemed to show his fascination in the world. Lithuania could always tell how his friend felt by looking him in the eyes.
His usual warm smile was also something that could brighten a day because it was always genuine. Poland spent a lot of time smiling, but the smile still made Lithuania feel unusually happy whenever he saw it appear.
Lithuania moved his hand from Poland's forehead to his bare chest and rubbed it gently. Poland did not move this time and continued to sleep quietly. His chest gently moved up and down with Lithuania's hand upon it.
The breathing was relaxing and Lithuania almost found himself drifting off to sleep, but kept himself awake by moving his hand into Poland's hand. The sleeping nation unconsciously closed his fingers around his friend's hand.
Lithuania felt his heart jump, almost afraid that Poland had been awake the entire time, but realised that there would have been no way that Poland would have kept quiet for this long if he was awake. Lithuania also closed his fingers around Poland's hand, which was also soft and smooth.
He realised at that moment that he'd never held Poland's hand in his own before and began to wonder why he hadn't. Although a simple feeling, it made Lithuania feel satisfied and he was unsure why. He wasn't sure what the feeling meant, but whatever it was he intended to feel it again in the future.
All he could think of it as at that moment was a feeling of perfection: perfection in his best friend that he wished he could have. Even though he didn't have this perfection, he felt proud that he knew someone who did have it and was perfect in every way. Poland had always been perfect to Lithuania and always would be.