Based on an alternate History Story where Poland has an American Style revolution.
My first Hetalia fic. flame if you REALLY feel the desire to.
Poland examines this weapon he was presented with, he was most intrigued at this lantern, as it had two compartments. One had a wick burning in it, the other had kerosene. The Man holding the contraption was Tadeusz Kościuszko, who had been visiting America's house for the past couple of years. Now he was in Poland's House, protesting Prussia, Austria, and Russia's partition of Poland.
It was silent at the house, until Poland asked his first question.
"What is this?
Taduesz sighs, "It's a Fiszbange. It blows up in people's faces. We can use it against your occupiers. America taught me how to make it."
"What do we do with it?" Poland inquires, unaware he was weilding a bomb.
"Did you not hear what I just said?" Tadeusz barks.
"No I did not hear what you said."
*Sigh*" Tell me who is pissing you off right now?" Tadeusz sighs, trying to keep his head.
"You are." Poland retorts. Tadeusz facepalms...Poland
"Russia and Prussia!" Tadeusz shouts.
"What about this America you speak of? I heard Liet say he was doing fine..."
"I am going back to America, Idiot!"
"Goodbye!"
Lithuania arrives moments later, patting a wet cloth on his bruised back. "What're you doing? Russia's gonna work us to death!"
Poland hands the Fiszbange to Lithuania. "Russia is going to kill you if he sees you with no work to do."
Lithuania glares at the Fiszbange, instantlty recognizing it as a weapon. He cheers, jumping up and down. Poland was blase towards his signs of excitedness.
"We can fight Russia with this!" He cheers, insanely laughing. Poland was ignorant as to the fact The Fiszbange was even a weapon.
"I don't like where you're going with this conversation..."