Lithuania hummed happily, dusting along the mantle of America's large fireplace. He was really enjoying his stay with the airheaded blonde; it beat being with Russia any day.
A second later, Alfred stepping into the living room, covered in grease, holding what seemed to belong under the hood of an auto.
"I-" the American began.
"Mr. America! You're so messy!" Lithuania shuffled over to his bucket full of cleaning supplies, from which he took out a damp rag. He trotted over to America, and tried to wipe all the grease off of his face
"Lith! What're ya doin'!" He scrunched his face up at the touch of the cool cloth. "I'm just gonna get dirty again, why bother cleaning me?"
"Because," the European huffed. He looked to the floor, clean since he had only just swept it. "You- You look better when your face is clean."
Lithuania gave America a quick peck on the cheek, immediately turning around and walking off down the hallway.
The American touched the spot where his friend had kissed him. He noticed a bit of red coming to his cheeks.
"It's probably only from working so hard."