Poland and Lithuania had always been friends. Just friends. Sure, Poland flirted and, yeah, Poland always wears dresses around Lithuania but it never meant anything. At least until now. For a while now Poland had begun to feel something for Lithuania. He thought it was just that he felt closer to Lithuania. But he can't hide it anymore. Poland is in love with his best friend.

Feliks was pacing in his room. His all pink room, filled with make-up and girly clothes.

He doesn't know what to do. Who should he call? He can't call Lithuania and be all: Hey, I'm, like, totally in love with this guy. And I really need some advice! Oh and P.S the guy I'm in love with is you! Haha isn't that, like, soooo funny? That toootally wouldn't work. But Feliks needs to tell someone! But, who could help him with this? Sure, Feliks is friends with some of the other nations, but they're not as close as Toris. He could call Ukraine. But knowing Katya, she would just get confused, then upset and just start bawling. And that, like, never helps Feliks' complexion.

He could call France. Yeah. Francois would, like, so know how to do this! Feliks picked up his phone and dials France's number.

Beep . . . . Beep . . . . Beep . . . . Beep.

Come on, Poland thought, tapping his foot impatiently. Why can't France just answer his phone for once?

Feliks was about to hang up when France answered. "Bonjour! Who's this?"

"It's, like, Poland. I need help. You, like, know a lot about love right?"

"Oui! Whose pants do you want to get into?" France asks. "Don't hesitate! Spread your love! Let everyone know! Ohh! Wait a minute I can come right over! I'll teach you all about showing your love!"

"Wait! I didn't mean-"And France hung up. Just what I need, Feliks thought sarcastically, a horny France teaching me about love. He probably thinks I mean sex. Poland went downstairs to wait in his living room, turning on the TV. He started flipping channels, never able to rest on one for more than 5 seconds.

Then, just as Poland is able to pay attention to one thing, France barged in. Poland glared, getting off his pink silk sofa.

"Here I am! You will finally learn the ways of love by a master! Moi!" France said dramatically.

"Here we go." Poland mumbled, rolling his eyes.

*This is my first time writing a FanFiction so any comments would be, like, awesome, just so that i know what to fix. Thanks for reading (if you did..._) and I'll probably be adding new chapters soon. 3