Hi again. I'm back with more of my story. Thank you all those who have read, reviewed, and/or favorited my story. I am glad that there are people out there who enjoy it.

Just a quick note: I am sorry if this is not always historically accurate. I try and keep it accurate, but with something, I have taken artistic licencing. Forgive me for that dear readers.

And now, on to the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. (Do I need to say this for every chapter?)


"So, where should I take you first?" Poland mumbled, thinking out loud.

"Yesterday you said the…uh…the dancing room," Lithuania said tentatively.

"Dancing room?- Oh! You mean the ballroom. Yep, I'll show you that first. Then you can see my room, our little chapel, the library, and of course the stables. When we are all done, I'll show you a great surprise."

Lithuania nodded, scurry after the blond as he quickly led the way to the ballroom.

When they arrived, Poland ran to the center and spun around, while Lithuania remained in the doorway panting.

"Isn't this amazing?" Poland asked happily. I've had so many great parties in here. Parties are my favorite thing. Do you like parties?"

"Taip- I mean tak," Lithuania said, bobbing his head earnestly. Finally, something in common. "At my house, everyone gets together and we all dance, and there is music and food. Practically everyone talks at once and when the dancing starts we start to see who is interested in who, and then we can tease them! And I get to dance with all the girls, and even some of the boys-it's quite funny to see us dance. Both try to lead, and maybe I should dance the girl steps but it's so much fun not to because everyone laughs and…and…" Lithuania trailed off as Poland stared at him.

"S-sorry." The brunette stuttered out. "I shouldn't have talked too long. "

"Wow. I didn't even know you could talk that much or knew that many words. I mean, yeah, you mispronounced about every other one, and your grammar is atrocious but…" Poland faltered at stared at Lithuania. The Baltic shuffled awkwardly but stared back.

Poland took a deep breath. "I could help you with your Polish, żebrak if you wanted." He said finally.

"That would be very good. Thank you." Lithuania responded. They stared at each other a little longer. Once again Poland broke the silence. "Hey żebrak... maybe we could... be friends or something." Lithuania had to strain to hear the last part. "Friends?" He said.

"Yeah, I know, stupid idea. Like I would actually want to be friends with someone like yo- "

"I would like that very much." Lithuania cut him off. He was beginning to realize that Poland became mean when he felt nervous. Lithuania vowed to keep his fellow nation from getting nervous- if only to spare his own feelings.

"Really żebrak, you'd be okay with being my friend?"

Lithuania nodded.

"Great! I told you we would have fun today. This is fantastic. And do you know why we are friends? It's because I prayed, and my God, a real God, answers prayers."

Lithuania pursed his lips at the thinly veiled insult to his own religion, but managed to control himself with a tiny "Oh."

Poland grabbed his hand, making Lithuania jump. "Now that we're friends, I'm going to show you my room! You'll love it." Though little, Poland had a strong grip and pulled a stumbling Lithuanian behind him.

After a series of confusing twists and turns, they arrived in front of Poland's door.

"Are you ready to see the coolest room in the world?"

"Tak." Lithuania nodded supportively, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He really was excited to see the room. Poland, in a dash of dramatics, opened the door slowly.

"Go on, żebrak, step inside."

Lithuania did so, looking around. Poland had not exaggerated. His room was huge. Placed against the window was a beautiful green couch for sleeping. Drapes hung above it, adding to the splendor. On the ceiling was a fresco painting, depicting some scene Lithuania assumed was part of Poland's history.

"What do you think?" Poland asked shyly.

Lithuania turned around and faced his new friend. "I-I like it very much. It is a very beautiful room. I like the walls."

"Yeah, me too. Some say flowers are girly, so I had mine decorated with stalks of wheat. I really like agriculture."

"Me too."

"Oh, let me show you something." Poland skipped over to his bed and pulled from underneath a pillow, a small stuffed pony. "My people gave it to me when I had just formed." He shuffled around. "Do you think it's childish?"

"Ne!" Lithuania squeaked, happily. "I have the same. A toy wolf that my people made for me when I just formed. I call it Vilky. It's short for Vilkas, meaning wolf."

Poland laughed. "That's not very original."

"I was just a fledgling nation!"

"Fine. Whatever." Poland smiled at Lithuania. "We are going to be great friends, aren't we żebrak?"

Without hesitation, Lithuania agreed.


I hope you like this chapter. It was rather fun to write. In the next chapter, we will complete the rest of the tour.

Just a quick question: Do you, my readers, prefer longer chapters or shorter ones? It is all up to you, and I shall do my best to accommodate you. Thank you so much for reading this, and please review!