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Disclaimer – I don't own hetalia. Otherwise I wouldn't be writing on !

Alright so this is my first fanfiction, so please don't be too harsh with the reviews, okay?

Just a little one-shot I thought of between Poland and Liet. More of a friendship piece than anything.

Constructive criticism is encouraged. Trolling is not.

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"Like seriously, Liet, you're so annoying sometimes" the blonde nation declared, hands at his hips.
"I don't really wanna hear about Belarus, she's like, scary. Seriously."

"What? You told me to tell you how the date went; you know I don't really go on many of them to begin with." The taller nation whined, a frown on his face apparent. "I was only mentioning it because you asked."

"I take it back; you and her are just SO not cute together." Poland replied, still speaking as if he was the absolute authority. Lithuania couldn't help but to smile at his confident attitude.

"She notices me, Poland, and she actually agreed to go on a date with me. The only other person who's done that was… France, actually. But that wasn't going to end well."

"…France? Seriously?"

"If you tell me France never approached you at least once you would definitely be lying."

"Whatevs, Liet. The point is, you SO have to break up with her. It's like, TOTALLY not gonna work."

"But she's pretty!"

"So am I!"

"What is that supposed to mean?!"

Ignoring the previous statement, Poland continued. "She's totes using you to get close to that jerk Ivan!"

Everything seemed to stop. Poland didn't flinch. Lithuania's stomach began to ache. After a long pause, the brown haired Baltic simply stated "That was very mean of you to say, Poland." Using every ounce of willpower he had, the subservient nation turned around and walked away from his childhood friend.

Poland pouted at first, but then realized that Toris was truly hurt by what he had said. With tears leaking out of the sides of his eyes, he ran toward his hurt companion and shouted "Liet, wait!"

Liet stopped.

Poland embraced him from behind, almost tackling him to the floor. "I'm sorry! You like, totally have to forgive me now!" Lithuania could feel the tears and irregular breathing behind him. "Pleeease~?"

Lithuania sighed. "Its okay, it's okay." He turned around to face Poland, only to find him looking completely normal, as If nothing had ever happened at all.

"Thanks Liet! Alright, so now I have to talk! The other day, like, Spain…"

Lithuania smiled. Poland would never change.