Poland turned to Lithuania, swaying his hips as he turned. "Does this one look alright on me, it feels a bit tight." he asked. Lithuania looked at Poland who was turning and admiring the dress he had just bought yesterday, yes, he thought to himself, a dress. It looked fine to him, Feliks had a girlish look to him so it wasn't too awkward. Poland tapped his foot impatiently for a response out of him and started smoothing out little crinkles in the dress. He thought it was a lovely dress, light blue with a bit of lace around the skirt. It totally beat all his other outfits, even the one Liet gave him for his birthday.
"Um, it looks perfect on you Poland. I think It fits you fine." Lithuania remarked. Feliks flung his arms around his neck beaming brightly.
"Gawd thanks Toris, you just made my day y'know?" Lithuania smiled shyly and pecked him on the cheek. "I'm so glad that you could come over and see me; ever since that jerk Russia stole you from me, I can't ever hang out with you anymore since he like gives me the creeps." Lithuania nodded his head. Russia really was unfair to him and the rest of the Baltic Trio (Estonia and Latvia), he's really controlling about what they did or said. He knows Poland has a pretty big grudge on Russia for beating him up and taking him away. Feliks still hasn't gotten over it. He looked at Poland, who's eyes were welling up.
"Don't get upset Feliks, it wasn't your fault." he patted his head.
"Yeah, you're right. Oh, do you want something to drink Liet?" He asked, getting up off his lap lightly. Poland brushed his bangs behind his ear, "I got anything you want."
"Sure, just give me what you're getting." Poland gave him a sidelong glance at him.
"You sure about that, I don't like everything you do Liet." Toris nodded, Feliks sighed, "Alrighty, I'll be back." He said, wiggling his fingers in farewell. His happy expression changed to a sullen one as soon as he turned his back on Lithuania.