Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any Hellogoodbye songs
Well, you are the one,the one that lies close to me
Whispers "Hello, I missed you quite terribly."
I fell in love, in love with you suddenly
Now there's no place else I could be, but here in your arms
"Poland," he whispered, "Come back here."
Feliks quizzically turned around to look at his best friend. Quickly checking to make sure the village teacher had her back turned to the class, he ran barefoot to the back of the one roomed school house and scooted next to Toris. Folding his tan limbs under an equally wiry form, he ungracefully plopped down onto the dirt floor and adjusted his thick sheepskin vest with a smile.
He wiped his hands, powdery from having to maths problems on the chalkboard at the front of the one-room schoolroom, on the traditional peasant pants that his mama had made for his last birthday. Leaning back, he messily tucked his blond hair behind his ears and looked earnestly at Liet with curiosity.
Lithuania shyly bite his lip. Poland smiled at his cute Liet's hesitancy, admiring the scarlet blush on his cheeks and the adorable furrow of his eyebrows.
He interrupted by reaching over and modestly tugging at the loose blouse that was pleasantly sliding off Toris' shoulder. He pulled it tighter over his frail body so that he wasn't tempted to stare at it revealed his petite freckled shoulders. "D'awww…you're already sixteen, and your older brother's vest is still too big for your tiny shoulders, isn't it?" he chuckled to himself. Lithuania's eyes widened in surprise.
"I was just t-thinking..." Poland immediately swatted away irrelevant thoughts about the kawii-ness of his little friend, determined to stay focused on what he had to say. "W-we should walk home together!" he blurted out. Feliks' smile grew impossibly larger and his green eyes were practically radiating. "Why, Liet! That's, like, a GREAT idea. I love walking by the wheat fields near your house. They're so pretty."
"Just like you." He thought to himself. Lithuania returned his enthusiasm with a small smile of his own. Poland noticed this and let about a small giggle. "Toris has such a pretty smile," he thought idly, blushing at how much he sounded like one of those lovesick schoolgirls he used to laugh at. The two boys could hardly wait for lessons to be over. _____________________________________________________________________________________
"Jezus Chrystus!" Poland jauntily folded his arms behind his head and yawned widely. "I thought she was never gonna stop talking." The two teenagers started away from the schoolhouse, walking together on the well-worn dirt road leading to the humble straw cottages where all of the villagers lived.
The autumn countryside was bathed in the dusky rays of a placid sunset, and gentle winds were making the tall fields of wheat and ryes solemnly sway from side to side. It was strangely calming, witnessing nature simply exist around them. The pair bypassed a few dairy farms as well, calling out greetings and taking the time to wave at the farmers alongside the road.
Poland goofed around as the walked further, spewing poetic nonsense about the "scenic beauty of the cultural landscape" in an effort to get Lituania to crack a grin. He finally grew impatient with simply walking next to the "breathtaking" terrain, and begged Lithuania to visit one of the farms with him.
"Leit, it is SO not trespassing!" he exasperated. "Its totally just good fun. Look on the inside! They have sheep there! Don't you want to see all of the cute sheepies?" Toris shook his head. "Feliks, we're gonna get in trouble. Estonia tried that once with his friends, and farmer Ivan almost skinned him alive with his butcher's knife." he sighed. The blond pursed his lips in desperation, green eyes shooting an irresistible puppy-dog pout at him. His felt weak at his knees, and something told him that he wasn't going to win this argument.
Poland flung his arms around Lithuania's shoulders and shook him for emphasis. "PLEASE? PRETTY PLEASE WITH ALMOND MAZUKEK AND CHRISMTAS TREE CAKE AND KUTIA WITH MAMA's FRESH STRAWBERR-". Lithuania was startled by such sudden contact, and was sure that he was going to lose consciousness if Feliks kept shaking him like that. He started flailing his arms and Poland finally let him go. "O-okay," he said dizzily. "Yay!" cried Poland, and absentmindedly planted a small kiss on Lithuania's cheek. He pulled Toris into a haphazard piggyback and darted towards the grassy expanse, overlooking his embarrassed friend, who was currently blushing as brightly as Christmas lights.