A/N: Okay, I didn't know that you had to add notes when editing the story, so I'll say what I wanted to say for the last chapter. Sorry, I'm new.
First off, PolLiet/LietPol is one of my favourite pairings, but I had a breakup scenario to make things more interesting. Also, I'm New Zealander(is that the right word?)/ Australian, so there will be a mix of American and British spelling. I can't handle red squiggely lines very well. I'm not too sure how World W works, so I made it a boarding school, and I apologise if the uniforms are incorrect. If you don't like Poland crossdressing or anything else, please don't flame me. Lastly, Hetalia does not belong to me.
The two eldest Baltic States made their way to the bicycle shed. Thankfully, it hadn't been locked yet, but there were only two bikes leaning against the wall on their lonesome. The autumn breeze swirled up a tornado of leaves, painted yellow with a splash of orange.
"…So I'll have to go into town for some extra ingredients tonight," Lithuania mumbled, eyes shining in the sunlight. "Is it okay if you come with me?"
"Of course," his companion said. "Just what are you making tonight?"
"Oh, I was thinking of sauerkraut soup with potatoes and bread. I just need sauerkraut and an onion.
The Estonian smiled, mentally making a face. Sauerkraut. Literally sour cabbage. It wasn't bad tasting, but the name always made him flinch. It didn't matter though. Even though food was scarce back in Soviet times, Lithuania's food always perked up everyone's spirits, even Belarus, Russia's younger sister (who rewarded the brunette's love by breaking his fingers). Which made it all the more painful when there was a food shortage.
"Okay. I'll come with you and see if anything interesting is happening in your house soon. Is the market near?"
"Yep. It's about a five-minute walk from where I live, which in turn isn't far by bike."
The two grabbed their own bike. Lithuania's was painted a green that matched his eyes and held a woven straw basket. Estonia's was blue respectively with a hook jutting out from the front where he could hang something on. Today, it was his laptop bag.
One thing Estonia and Lithuania knew about each other was their favourite colour. Blue was for the former and for the latter, green. It wasn't surprising. Respectively, it was the colour of their military uniform, the hoodie associated with casual wear and the colour featured on their national flag. After adjusting helmets, they set off.
After about twenty minutes, the markets rode into view. It was a flat plain dominated by wooden stalls selling anything from fresh fruit to clothing and toys. The grass was crisp and soft, dyed a deep forest green, and dotted with daisies and other wildflowers. The air was filled with the buzz of friendly conversations and smelled faintly of lemon.
The Lithuanian stopped, coffee-brown hair dancing in the wind. "Well, we're here. It'll only take a minute or so," he directed his attention to a stall a little way off. "The stall is right over there."
Estonia kicked the stand down. "Right. Let's go then."
They made their way to said stall. The older student felt somewhat anxious. Even if he came here often, it felt a little uncomfortable wearing his school uniform in public. What if someone asked about where he was educated? Normal people we're allowed to know that he was the personification of their country, otherwise he'd be shipped to the nearest mental ward.
Lost in his thoughts, he made his way to the stall vender. "Sveiki. Can I have one large onion and a can of sauerkraut please?"
"Certainly," the woman behind the stall smiled. Not wasting any time, she immediately got the supplies from the shelfs and gave the Lithuanian what he needed. He then payed the woman and nodded a farewell.
"I like that woman," he stated, not watching where he was going. "She's so nice and her stock is pretty cheap," he sighed and let a sad smile escape from his lips. "It's a shame that her husband died."
Estonia gave a slight jerk. He would have expected that she had a happy partner or boyfriend that she shared a life with. After all, she was very pretty, with long, wavy blond hair tied back in a high ponytail and shining aqua eyes. She was very slender, in her mid-twenties, and had lightly tanned skin. "So, what happened to the husband?"
Lithuania's eyes grew darker as he said, "he died in a car crash a year ago. Now Miss Annabelle is left with a young girl. She's not even one yet."
The blond was about to mutter his condolences when a mop of silvery-white hair caught his eye. "Hey Toris, isn't that…"
The brunette swivelled his head to view, a little unused to being called by his human name. "Yep, that's him all right".
Gilbert Beilschmitd. Otherwise known as Prussia. He wasn't a normal student at the academy; he technicality wasn't a country anymore, and he barely showed up, but he still attended World W with his younger brother, Germany. Nonetheless, he wore a red hoodie and jeans with old sneakers instead of the uniform, and had a yellow bird sit on his head 24/7. Upon realising that he was being watched, he broke into a massive grin and bounded over.
" Kesesese! Hey, it's Lithy! And Eddie too! How's school going?"
Prussia's former enemy turned his head away. "Why are you here? You can't just wander into my house without permission. Get out, now."
The albino nation cocked his head, pointing at the bespectacled teen beside them. "What about Eddie here then?"
Lithuania stiffened a bit. "Eduard is here because I invited him over," he responded.
"Ooh, I know what you're getting up to!" Prussia exclaimed. Then, in a loud, mocking voice he sung, "Lithy and Eddie, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-Z-I-N-G!"
Estonia's cheeks blushed a light pink, due mainly in part to the song catching everyone's attention. "You can't spell 'kissing' with a 'z'," he contradicted.
"You can when you're as awesome as the awesome Prussia!" The former country defended. "I have to go now; otherwise West will probably scold me. Come on, Gilbird!"
He then skipped away, Gilbird chirping as he followed. Toris let his shoulders sag, thankful for the albino's departure. "Okay, let's go home and make some soup, shall we?"
Eduard didn't respond, stopping dead in his tracks. "Gah, I didn't bring any clothes! Why didn't I think of that?" he shouted, face-palming.
Toris let out a small laugh. "Hey, it's nothing to worry about. If you really need to, you can ride to your house while I prepare dinner. Otherwise, you can borrow some of my clothes."
"No, I don't want to trouble you with that, but are you okay with preparing dinner by yourself?"
"Sure. You can stay with me the whole weekend if you want, so you can help other days."
Estonia smiled at his friend's smartness. Was there anything he couldn't do? "Okay, I'll be back in about an hour. Which one is your house?"
His friend pointed to a smooth dirt path. "Just follow this path for a couple of minutes and you'll come across a white house. Can't miss it."
"Okay, I'll see you soon," The Estonian called out, riding into the dense forest surrounding the area.
A/N: Yay, long chapter done. If you find any mistakes (I'm talking to you, Tigress) please let me know and I'll edit them (hopefully).
Translations all done with Google Translate.
Sveiki - Hello (Lithuanian).
