Fa la la la la! Christmas! Four hour rehearsal! Yippee!

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SUMMARY: Poland drags Lithuania along on a shopping trip to buy Christmas presents for everyone

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Somehow, Lithuania always got dragged along on Poland's insane all-day shopping trips. He would just be minding his own business over at his house and then suddenly the blond would be tapping on his bedroom window (which was three stories up mind you) and gesturing for him to come outside. It used to give him a heart attack every time he showed up. But now his life had shifted so much that it was more surprising when he didn't show up than when he did. That was probably not the best habit to fall into, now that he thought about it.

But, anyway, he had been expecting a tap on his window to come for several days now, seeing as Christmas was approaching fast, and one of Poland's favorite things to do was Christmas shop. He always insisted on finding the perfect gift for each and every nation, by which he meant each and every nations he was friends with which, while a large number, was not quite every single one.

Lithuania, on the other hand, had done his shopping weeks ago, beating the rush of holiday crowds. It wasn't like he'd had an unfathomable number of presents to buy. Just Latvia, Estonia, Belarus, Ukraine, Russia, America, and, of course, Poland. He'd had a pretty good idea of what to get all of them this year too, so it had only taken four hours to wrap everything up, two of those being spent on Poland's present alone. He was probably the only one who would take the time to examine what he was given carefully, so his was the only one that Lithuania expended any unnecessary energy on. Besides, he liked buying stuff for Poland. He was always very mysterious about what he wanted, so Lithuania always had to basically figure it out on his own. It was like a challenge. Sometimes he would get it wrong and sometimes he would get it right, and Poland never begrudged him any of those times.

Tap tap tap.

Lithuania jolted upright from where his head was resting on his desk, looking over to the window to see a smiling Poland waving at him. The blond mouthed something that looked like, "Let's go."

So, Lithuania, being the obedient type, went to find his jacket and met Poland on his front stoop. It was snowing a little bit, the white specks sticking in his hair and melting on his ears. He hadn't been able to find his gloves, so he shoved his hands deep inside his pockets. The cold still seeped through to them, making him shiver. "Where are we going today then?"

"Only the best place ever!" Poland exclaimed, grabbing him by the upper arm. He pulled him along towards his care, only having to deal with the slightest bit of resistance from his cold friend. "The mall!"

"Probably should have guessed…"

Lithuania drove there. He didn't particularly trust Poland's ability to steer a car, especially in his enthusiastic state. He would probably end up swerving all over the place like he was drunk and then killing them both in a fiery crash. Their bodies would be burned beyond all recognition, the car totaled beyond any identification. It would be weeks until anybody noticed that they were missing. Up in heaven, or even hell, Poland would probably still make him go shopping.

He had a rather morbid imagination. He blamed his time with Russia for it. He had seen horrors beyond imagination in his time as a nation and that carried over into his subconscious mind. But, even if it was just him being paranoid…he still chose to drive.

The mall was crowded, but that was just the way Poland liked it. He liked how you had to fight through the hustle and bustle of the crowd and act fast to pick up whatever you wanted before someone swooped in and snatched it from you. Lithuania hated crowds. He was an exceedingly polite and patient person, and the rough world of holiday shopping was not one in which he enjoyed participating in. But, for Poland, he was stomach it. The blond nation had grabbed his hand as soon as he had relinquished them from his pockets, and begun to drag him through the stores, picking a video game for America, a special pot for Italy that he had been begging for, a memory card for Hungary who had complained that hers was too small, hovering over a pair of pajamas patterned with baby chicks before shaking his head and turning away.

It astonished Lithuania how he could remember all these things people had said from the years and then apply them to his gift choices. Lithuania could never be so talented. Lithuania could never care so much what he got someone to be so talented.

And maybe that was the real reason that he admired Poland so much. The blond had such a huge heart that he covered with a fake smile and too many 'likes' and an almost too-feminine love of shopping. Poland astounded him every day. He wouldn't ever want him not to. He leaned down to kiss his friend on the cheek just as he was looking a rack of electronics for Estonia. The other nation looked up at him, surprised, but happy. He didn't say anything, merely picking up a pile of cords and saying, "Do you, like, think he would like this?"

"I don't have a clue as to what it is," Lithuania answered honestly. "So, yeah, probably."

Somehow, Lithuania always got dragged along on Poland's insane all-day shopping trips. He never thought he was going to have fun while there, but somehow, he always did. He wasn't really even dragged anymore. He couldn't ever say no to Poland, and Poland knew that.

"No! You are not getting Latvia a bottle of vodka for Christmas. That's a horrible idea! He shouldn't even be drinking."

"Aw, come on Liet!"

"…Fine. But only one!"

He really couldn't ever say no.

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