So I'm just gonna hop onto the LietPol week bandwagon. Shall we start with this little drabble?!

Day 1: Kissing

Poland was not one to get bossed around (unless you count in bed, then Lithuania always was boss there). In fact, he was the one who did the bossing. People catered to his every whim and let him win everything. So when Lithuania made a bet to see who could harvest the most rye in an hour, Poland was surprised to see he lost.

"You lost, Po." Lithuania said, smirking.

"S-So?! I, like, demand a rematch." Poland cried out, looking down in shame. He shouldn't have underestimated Lithuania's skills in harvesting.

Shaking his head, Lithuania responded in a pitying tone, "Sorry, Po. But fair is fair. Since you lost, you get to make dinner tonight."

"B-But Liet..." Poland whined.

"Nope, Po! You can choose what to eat, but you make it."

Since when did Lithuania get so demanding himself? Grumbling to himself, Poland shuffled into the kitchen, fashionably of course.

"He totally always lets me win at our contests. Why did I loose? Is Liet, like mad at me?" Poland looked up, a sad and totally not true though coming to his head, "What if he moves out and leaves me?"

Shaking his head, Poland decided to make Lithuania's favourite food, *Cepelinai, in hopes that he wouldn't move out. Making it wasn't a problem, since Poland would eat it every now and then himself. However, his was never as good as his Liet's, so he didn't know how effective it would be. Finally finishing it, Poland called up to Lithuania.

"Liet, dinner is totally done!"

Rushing down the stairs, Lithuania smiled, knowing the smell. "Cepelinai? What's the occasion, Po?"

"Uh... Umm." Poland didn't know how to say, This is your favourite food, so please don't leave me!, so instead, he just looked down.

Lithuania noticed the look on Poland's face and walked right up next to him, confused. "Poland, please tell me what's wrong. Did I do something?"

Poland couldn't take the pressure anymore, and cracked, going forward to cry in Lithuania's chest. "I-I'm, like, so sorry, Liet! Please don't leave me! I don't know what I'd do without you..."

This just made Lithuania even more confused. "Po? What do you mean? What did you do?" Lithuania grew concerned, wondering what could've happened to make the normally so confident man fall to tears like this.

"I-I'm such a burden! I always bug you and annoy you, but I'm sorry! Please... Please don't leave me, Lithuania..." Poland started crying quieter, now just silently sobbing in the personified nation's chest.

Tilting his head, Lithuania wondered how Poland had come up with all that. "Poland... Where'd you get those thoughts from? I'm not leaving don't worry."

"Y-You didn't let me win at the harvesting contest, and you always let me win. I thought maybe you were mad at me and just done. I thought you wanted to move out."

"That's what you thought?" Lithuania shook his head and sighed. "Po, the reason I didn't let you win is just because I didn't want to cook dinner. It was a long day today, and I was just done. Don't worry!"

Poland looked up, not crying anymore, but tears in his eyes. "S-So your not leaving?"

Lithuania shook his head again, but smiled this time. "It's going to take more than your flamboyant attitude to drive me away."

Leaning down, Lithuania kissed away the last of Poland's tears, then kissed him full on the lips. Pulling away, Poland and Lithuania smiled at each other.

"Now lets eat."

Sorry if they seemed too OOC! I just imagine Poland getting worked up over little things when it comes to Lithuania. You know, this was supposed to be a funny story. How did it come out like this?! Oh well, it's being put in the LietPol Week 2015 file. See you tomorrow~!

~FOX