Some nonsense fluff for my Poland. Because her hands are always cold and I'm going to owe her some serious fluff soon.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing, so enjoy.
***#Cold#***
"Lieeeeeeeeettttt, it's like, totally cold out." Poland complained loudly to his friend as they walked from the hotel to where the World Summit meeting would be held that morning.
It was only a block or so, and both countries were dressed for the weather, but Lithuania still had to admit that Sweden's place was really cold in the middle of February. At least it was above freezing. Glancing over at the blond walking beside him, he smiled encouragingly.
"We're almost there. It's that white building across the street."
At the promise of warmth, Poland's steps quickened, and the two were soon inside the beautiful (and, more importantly, warm) conference center. Immediately, Poland took off his hat and shook out his hair. Apparently now content with the temperature, he turned grinning to Lithuania and grabbed the other nation's hand. "C'mon, Liet, we totally have some time, right? We should, like, go look around!"
"Mmhmm." Lithuania replied distractedly. "Feliks, your hands are cold."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, they're like, always like that." The cross-dressing nation shrugged. "I dunno why."
Once again, the brunet found himself sighing. "Come here." He muttered, pulling the other closer and grabbing both of his hands. He held them to his chest, hoping that maybe he could warm his friend up a little.
Poland looked confused for a moment or so, but soon smiled happily and leaned into Lithuania's shoulder. "Thanks Liet."
Lithuania smiled and hmm'd lightly in response, burying his nose in blond hair that smelled faintly of flowers.
"Gah!" Poland jumped slightly. "Geez, Liet, your nose is like, arctic."
The brunet found himself blushing lightly. "Um… sorry?"
Green eyes glittered in mock sternness for a moment, before they creased into a grin. "Nah, it's fine. C'mere." Gripping the taller man's shirt with the hands still buried in his chest, Poland tugged him down so that their faces were level. Lithuania's blush grew as the other kissed him lightly on the nose.
"Better?"
Still bright red, Lithuania only nodded and allowed Poland to tug him down the hallway and find the meeting room, where the blonde proceeded to throw open the door with absolutely no ceremony and dragged him over to their assigned seats (which were, as usual, next to each other).
And if Hungary came in a little late and spent the entire meeting whispering to Japan and passing something back and forth under the table, well. That wasn't unusual at all, and Lithuania should, like, totally just stop panicking about it, okay?