Pol'sha, my pretty little Pol'sha.", Ivan muttered, happily holding the much smaller nation close. Feliks blinked before sighing and wiggling around, not truly wanting to leave the Russians arm. He watched as people watched him, the Brit and surprisingly one of his own stood with several others, watching them. "Rosja, people are watching and quite frankly have you thought about if I want to even be with you?", Feliks pouted, glaring at that one annoying Ginger who would not quite staring at him. "Who are you?", a teal coloured girl asked. "I am Poland and this denerwujący idiota któremu niestety miłość, is Russia." "Your... Your one of those personified nations?", a beastly looking male asked. "Yes. I am one of the many nations who are personified. And your a mutant, tak?" With a laugh the beast of a man nodded. "Your Poland. As in Europe. As in Erik's home country." Ivan feeling the need to but in laughed childishly and suddenly pulled Feliks into a bruising kiss. "Mmmmph! Ivan!" Ivan simply smiled and bit Feliks lip, hard enough to draw blood. Blushing furiously, Feliks turned to the blonde who had asked and nodded. "Y'know Pol'sha, your like my own personal sunflower that blooms all the time. And for that I wanna be able to protect you, because it's very rare that I get my own sunflower. And I wanna say something reallllllly important. K-k-kocham cie. " Feliks looked at the tall man in shock, had he really just told him he loved him in Polish? Did that mean he really did? Was this just a scam to make him 'become one with Mother Russia.'
3 A proud hetalian.