LietPol; I don't remember the prompt, only that it involved glitter.
Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear...
He has some of it in his eye, doesn't he? That's why it burns, and oh, it's gonna be all over his clothes and his hair and hisrug,thisisgoingtotakeforevertocleanup!
Lithuania is pretty proud of his outward calm at the moment.
"Dude, don't rub it, it'll make it worse." Poland sounds totally unimpressed my Lithuania's lackluster reaction to his, ah, surprise.
"Poland," Lithuania starts, no emotion - besides his usual amount of endless patience, which is in truth running a bit thin at this exact moment - leaking through his voice. "It's all I want to know. Please answer me - why did you just dump an entire bucket of - of - isthisglitter? on my face?"
Poland shrugs, letting the bucket fall at his feet. The few sparkly glitters left at the bottom spill on the floor, the light catching on them offending Lithuania's serious sensibilities.
"I dunno," Poland simply says, looking utterly disappointed. "I thought maybe it'd make your hair look shiner. Guess not. Conditioner really is your only option, looks like, Liet."
