A/N: Yay! This one's a little longer, because Poland talks a lot :D! Go Poland XD! I had a little (a lot) of help on this one from an awesome friend of mine, because I was having some trouble with my brain :|... So thank you awesome friend (who won't post their awesome fics no matter how much I pressure them to -_-...) :D! Also, thank you Hokuto Uchiha for telling me how to fix the bold letter thing XP. I would have never figured it out :/... Anyways, I hope you enjoy~!
As soon as Lithuania gets into the (pink!) limo (which has an very cute, leopard-print, pink interior, if you ask Poland), Feliks starts talking 100 mph.
"Okay, like, tell your brother that he'd better get a job 'cause he is so totally paying for these shoes! Like, seriously, Liet! I mean, look at this!"
Poland holds up a (very fashionable) pair of (pink!) 6 inch heels (with very fashionable black lace on the sides, because that's so totally what makes them match that absolutely gorgeous purse).
Do you, like, have any idea how hard it is to get pasta sauce out of lace? These shoes were like, 300 fucking dollars! And that guy, Canadia, or whatever his name was, with the syrup? I'm so gonna bitch-slap that bastard next time I see him! I don't care if I got this top on sale, that's not the point! The point is- OH EHM GEE, LIET! LIKE WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?"
Toris has been scratching his forehead almost non-stop since the itching first started, and by this point, it looks pretty bad...
"Didn't you see what happened? When I was hit with that piece of celery? Well, you see... I guess I'm allergic to it... I think... Anyway, do you think you could help me cover it up until it's gone?"
"I could help you hide it, but then it totally wouldn't, like, go away as fast... So, like... If you want I could try to find something to, like, you know... Make it go away. I don't think I have anything at my place for allergies or whatever, but we could so totally Google it later."
Lithuania's face turns a little pink. Was Poland actually trying to be nice to him instead of ordering him around and being (a bastard!) his usual bossy self?
"Th-Thanks... You know, Poland... You're a really good friend."
Now it was Poland's turn to blush. "Like, don't you dare go all sentimental on me, Liet!"
He has to pause to wipe away the tiny bit of moisture that has gathered at the corners of his eyes. "I swear! If I start crying, I'm so gonna kick your ass! Besides, you totally owe me for this one! If I, like, fix your face or whatever, then I will get to give you a make-over! A total make-over!"
Lithuania sighs. The torment just never ends does it?
