"Lithuania, come here please." the prince said, and motioned for me to come over to him. "Yes?" I asked, and peeked at the peice of parchment he held in his hand.

"I have an arrangement for you to meet with Poland again. This time, please don't punch him when he says something rude. He has a black eye from the meeting before!" the prince said, and shifted his feet.

I groaned. Poland again? He was concedied, rude, and irritating. Did I mention rude? "But, sir. Why do I need to go see Poland? We are starting to get money back." I said.

The prince shook his head. "You know that's not true. We need money Lithuania. Please, think of the people!"

I stifled a groan. Think of the people, that's all I ever think about! The people's wellbeing. What about my feelings? I frowned, that was being selfish.

"Alright. When am I departing to Poland?" I asked.

"In about a half an hour. I was told that you were staying for a week also."

I frowned. A week? That was way more than an hour. "Why a week sir?"

"He needs help in the rye feilds in his country. Apprently he's a noble, not a farmer." my boss replied.

I rolled my eyes. Of course he was a noble! He wore a noble's clothes, and lived in royalty. While I worked in the rye feilds sun up to sun down, and I never wore a noble's clothes. I either wore farming clothes, or armor and chainmail. "Alright then. As long as we get money soon. I refuse to form a commenwealth with a noble."

"Don't get your hopes up." the prince replied.

I nodded. I knew from experiance.

"Toris sir, we are about a mile away from Warsaw." one of my soilders reported.

"I know that. But thank you for informing me." I said, nodding.

He blushed, and nodded quickly, before hurrying ahead of me. I thought of Poland, the first time I met him. He arrived in Vilnius with carriges pulled by magnificent horses, soilders with heavy swords flanking Poland and his prince's carrige. I never would arrive like that, unless I truley had to.

I always walked outside with my soilders, and carried a magnificent sword, because only wealthy kings and their guards carried swords, and wore chainmail and armour.

Right now I was dressed as everyone else, I dressed in tied up leather boots, baggy silk pants, chainmail, a breastplate that bore a red cross, a belt with my sword sheathed at my side, leather gloves, and my brown hair tied back.

I could see the capitol of Warsaw, it's magnificent palaces rose high into the sky, flanked by other smaller castles. "Make a good impression." I told them as we waited for the draw bridge to be lowered to let us in to the capitol building.

Guards escorted us through lavishing hallways, twisting corridores, and furnished rooms. Until we came to a room where a giant door with paintings of kings and queens decorated the oak. A guard knocked on it, causing a hollow banging noise.

"Oi! Książę! Niech nas!" The guard shouted, and the doors swung open. Reaveling a marvelous room, with a red carpet leading all the way to the thrones. Where sat Poland.

"Ha! Miło zobaczyć gminu nadeszła!" Poland laughed, and leaned back into the throne.

I scowled, understanding everyword. Nice to see the commoner has finally arrived! he had said. I was poor, but the one thing I wasn't was a commoner. I was royalty.

"Just shut up. Now, I heard you were needing help in your rye feilds. Is it because you don't want to get your hands dirty?" I shot at Poland, my compainions glanced at me in shock.

Poland stopped laughing, and glared at me. "No commoner talks to me in tht tone of voice." he growled.

I balled my fists at my sides, I had the right mind to unsheath my sword and demand a duel. He probably wouldn't be able to beat me anyway, no use wasting your strength on someone weaker than you. He maybe weaker, but he was richer. I definetly need thericher portion right now.

I straintened up. "I'm sorry for my inapropriate behavor. Please forgive me." I growled, and stiffly bowed.

Poland's smug grin returned to his face. "All is forgiven. Now, shall we start working in the feilds?"

I brightened instantly. "Yes, please." I said, farm work always calmed me down. Something I was good at, well besides fighting.

I sighed, and wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. Farm work was hard, but enjoyable. I glanced at Poland, who was struggling to lift his load of rye onto the wheelbarrow he was supposed to fill. Mine was full, his didn't have a single wheat in his.

"Do you need help?" I asked, and rolled up my sleeves.

Poland huffed, and glared at me. "I am a noble. I shouldn't be doing commoner's work!" he growled.

I rolled my eyes, and walked over to him. "You're lifting it wrong. Like this," I said. I grabbed his bundle of rye, and lifted it without much effort, and dropped it in. "Simple as that."

Poland glared at me. "I wouldn't know how to do that becuase I'm not a shit smelling farmer." he sniffed.

I froze. He just said what? "A shit smelling what?"

"Farmer."

I turned on him, I soon held a knife at his throat, and an arm around him so he wouldn't escape.

"Smack talk about farmers again and I'll cut your throat. Agriculture is a big part of economey. It's better to be a shit smelling farmer than an ass kissing noble." I growled into his ear.

Poland said nothing. Okay, so maybe I made a ig deal out of that, but still. I let Poland go, his face was flushed, and he stared at me in hatred and fear.

"It would be wise to make me your ally, not your enemy." I warned him, sheathed my knife, and went to go load another wheelbarrow.

"They told me you were a hero, a dirt poor one, but a hero! But, your a lame excuse for a country." Poland sniffed.

I turned around slowley, my green eyes ablaze with anger. "Say that again, and I'll stab you in the heart." I promised.

Disclaimer- I don't own Hetalia

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