Lithuania's phone buzzed angrily, begging to be answered. He figured it was Poland. Would he want to talk about yesterday? Yesterday was still so vivid in Lithuania's mind, but it felt like it was someone else's memory, like a movie he had just finished watching. All the same he picked up the phone.
"Hey Liet!" Poland squealed, like nothing had changed between them.
"Oh, hello Poland" Lithuania replied. In reality he wanted to say so much more. He wanted to ask Poland how he felt, if he liked him, if he wanted to talk. But he was too shy so a hello was all he could manage. "Oh. My. God. Liet!" Poland began. "You should totally go to this party that's like, at France's place!" Lithuania didn't focus on the words Poland said, instead he listened to the sound of his voice, the change in tones, the way his sentences quickened and mooshed together when he go excited. This was what Lithuania loved about Poland. This was why he got excited when…No, he shouldn't think about that. But he did. He thought about staring into the vivid green of Poland's eyes, the feel of Poland's lips against his.
"Hey, are you like, listening?" Poland's voice cried and Lithuania remembered he was still on the phone.
"Oh yes, of course." Lithuania replied, smiling warmly as if Poland was right across from him.
"So you'll go!" Poland exclaimed.
"What?" Lithuania asked, worried about what he has unintentionally gotten himself into. Poland sighed dramatically. "To France's party! Oh my god, Liet, you're so silly sometimes!"
"Oh, as friends, right?" Lithuania said quietly, his heart sinking.
"No, dum dum, as my like, date!" Poland said. Lithuania felt himself filling with giddy joy, like a teenage girl daydreaming about her crush.
"Of-f course!" He stuttered. Things were looking up after all.