Pairing: LietPol
Pink. Such a pretty colour. Definitely Poland's favourite colour. The colour of his favourite shirt, which he was wearing right now. The colour of Lithuania's cheeks, now that he was blushing in a slightly embarrassed way. For no reason that Poland could figure out.
But also the colour of Belarus' hair-ribbon. The colour of her lips. Those lips, that seemed to have Lithuania transfixed.
Belarus. What did that girl have, that Lithuania found so attractive? Why did he look so happy, speaking to her? Why couldn't it be Poland that made him smile like that? He wished Belarus would just disappear. Leave, and never return. Leave his Lithuania alone.
Their conversation was finished. Lithuania stood up, moved over to where Poland was sitting.
"Hey, Poland, what's the matter? Are you crying?"
He was. He hadn't noticed, but he was. Sobbing as he looked into Lithuania's eyes. Crying for what he could never have.
"Stop crying! There's nothing to cry about!"
"Yes, there, like, is."
"What is it, then?"
"You. I am crying because of you."
"What have I done to make you cry?"
"Fallen in love with Belarus!"
"What? I am not in love with her! We were just having a conversation! I am in love with someone else!"
Poland felt his heart break all over again. Another rival, one he had not anticipated.
"Who, then?"
"You."
