You sat, legs crossed, staring at your friend with a scrutinizing gaze as he rambled on about the latest trivial European drama.

"So France was, like totally, getting all up and in england's business, if you know what I mean. And he, like totally, started freaking out and, boom, there's the one hundred years war!" Poland explained with exaggerated expressions. "So, then…"

"Poland, sweetie?" you cut him off.

He tilted his head, a little miffed about being interrupted.

"Um, I have a question to ask you…" you said, wringing your hands.

"Well, spit it out, darling. I don't have all day you know, I'm a very busy person you know." Poland gushed, almost forgetting you had something to say.

You looked down and with a blush tinting your cheeks stuttered out, "L-look, Poland, I really like you, I-I have for a long time and I know you don't feel the same way, cause I heard France and England talking about your…er…s-sexual preferences. So…" You stood abruptly, not really wanting to wait around for the rejection you sure was to come.

You walked swiftly for the door, tears brimming in your eyes but was stopped by Poland's voice.

"You know, I really love that outfit." Poland said, suddenly there were hands at your waist, pulling up at your shirt. "let me try it on."

You spun around, eyes wide, clutching your shirt.

Poland smiled at you and with his hands on his hips stated, "You know, just because I like shopping and cross-dress sometimes doesn't make me gay."

"But…" you trailed off as he got closer to you. "France said…"

Poland scoffed at you, "Oh, he's just mad cause I turned him down last week."

"Wait," you said, in a trance as the blond man kept leaning towards you. "so you're…"

He chuckled, hands barely inching up your shirt as he leaned in, lips just centimeters from your own. "If you don't believe me, I can prove it."