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Author's note:
Ugh, there's nothing to do except for writing a bunch of crack-y oneshots/drabbles. (You decide what you want to call them.) Also, please take no offense with this joke about Polish people. I have Polish descent myself, though I have trouble changing a light bulb, too...Hm, go on and read.
It's my first time writing these characters, so I'm sorry if they're out of character.
"Liet!"
There was no reply from the Polish cross-dresser's companion.
"Liet!"
Still, there was no answer.
"Liet! It's totally, like, an emergency!"
At these words, Lithuania came rushing in.
"Oh, good, you came." The blond stated cheerfully.
"What's the problem, Poland?" The brunet looked worried; he didn't see anything wrong, so he wasn't sure what the emergency was.
"I need help."
"With what?"
"Um, I can't, like, change a light bulb that burnt out on my vanity."
He held out the replacement bulb to the Lithuanian, who couldn't help but stare at his friend with a perplexed expression.
"You need to change the light bulb?"
"Yeah! Like, I tried to change it, but I just couldn't figure it out. It's, like, totally hard to do, y'know?"
The Baltic nation was speechless. How was Poland not able to change a light bulb?
"I can't moisturize my face without every bulb bright and I really want my face to be extra soft." Poland complained, "I mean, like, you like my face being extra soft, right?"
"Yeah, sure, which one is it?"
The blond strutted over to the vanity in the room and pointed to one of the lowermost bulbs on the right hand side.
The brunet took the replacement from the Poland nation's hand and unscrewed the burnt-out light bulb, replacing it with the new one.
"Omigawd, Liet! You're a hero." Poland pecked his boyfriend on the cheek, "Screw America, you're the hero, Liet, like totally."
Lithuania smiled, kissing the other male on the lips this time. He loved Poland, but he sure could be a handful.