The Union of Lublin

Chapter One: The meeting

"Lietuva, how on earth did you manage did manage to get so dirty? I left you alone for five minutes and look at you. You're filthy! What did I tell you?" Jagiello, the Grand Duke of Lithuania, looked at his young country in dismay.

"Sir, I'm sorry I can explain-" Lithuania started but was cut off when Jagillo licked his finger and started working on a smudge on Lithuania's cheek. "Lenkija is coming and I need you to look respectable."

Lithuania bit his lip nervously and looked at his boss with pleading eyes. We shouldn't do this. We don't need Lenkija. Jagiello sighed and patted the country's head. "It's for the best Lietuva." He said gently. "We need this."

"Yes, but he has always been after my land. And he is Christian. What if tries to convert me and then take my land? That's all those Christian wh-

"Language!" Jagiello snapped.

"-people want. I bet he's just like the Teutonic Knights. Greedy, and mean."

"We need Lenkija. He is going to help protect you from the Tetanic Knights."

"I can handle them on my own sir!"

Jagiello gave him a look. Lithuania looked down at his feet, in defeat, submitting to his boss' plan.

Jagiello stepped back to admired his country's now clean face but frowned suddenly and spun him around dusting off his backside. "What did you sit on? An ant hill?"

Lithuania squirmed. "Sir, I can do it myself."

"Stop moving, I can't get it."

"Sir! This is embarrassing." Lithuania cried. Trying to wiggle out of his Duke's hold.

The man started working faster.

"Well you should have stayed clean. Lenkija is a very rich, very modern nation. I don't want you looking poor and old fashion to him. Now stay still!"

"Ahem."

Lithuania and Jagiello spurn around to see Poland, his boss and a collection of knights watching them. Lithuania stared up at Poland. The nation sat proudly on his war horse, a huge beast. Poland was dressed up in a beautiful dark blue tunic, emborder with gold. A blood red cape was draped over the shoulders with white fur on the collar. His golden hair looked so soft, and was lightly curled. Lithuania took in his own appearance, much less grand than Poland growing bright red when he saw the smirk on the other nation's face.

"Cześć." The blond nation said, still on his horse, forcing Lithuania to look up. A power play. He thought. Well Lenkija, two can play this game.

. Taking a deep breath to calm his embaresessment and rising nerves, he spoke agian. "Labas. I am Lietuva. And you must be Lenki-" Jagailo made a noise "I mean, you must be Polska. Welcome to my home. I look foward to the opertunity to speak with you and your queen about our soon to be Union."

Poland looked at him for a moment. "Um, someone want to translate what he just tried to say" While an advisor wishpered in his ear, Lithuania turned to his Duke. "Did I use to big of words? How did he not understand me? Did he not study a little of my language before comming here?"

Jagalio glared at his country, causing Lithuania to sigh. The Duke only glared when he was nervouse, or was about to deliever news that he knew Lithuania would not like. "Lietuva, it was decided that we were going to...now it is only because of the way this union is going to work...but it was decided that, we would be conducting this meeting in Polish."

Lithuania blinked. "Polish?"

"Yes. Arn't you glad I had you take a few lessons?"

"Polish?"

"Let's not repeat just one word over and over. You know I find that annoying."

"But we are in my land. He should speak my language."

"We are going to have this conversation latter, all together so I can tell you a little more about what this Union intells."

Lithuania glanced at Poland agian who was frowning.

This is not going to work at all. He thought.