Teeth- Outward Appearance Magnolia Tree- Need of Acknowledgment Ogre- Self-Criticism

"I'm just really sorry, Poland. I'm too busy. I hate to ditch on you again, but it's just not possible," Lithuania apologized, his voice hushed. His Boss must be around.

"Whatever." Poland slammed the phone on the receiver and sat down. He stared at the phone for a good twenty minutes before he got up and went to his bedroom. He climbed in his bed, depressed. There was a mirror on the table beside it. The mirror was an old thing, made of tarnished silver and chipped, carved vines. It had once been something of beauty, but now it was just another piece of junk.

He picked it up and looked into it. There was the same pale skin, same blonde hair, same green eyes, but it was the same as Liet had seen over hundreds of years. Poland was getting older and he felt himself fading away. He sat the mirror beside him and buried his face into the pillow.

It wasn't too long before he was standing in a room full of mirrors. Poland started to panic, but all he could see was his image over and over. He approached one cautiously with his hand outstretched. His fingers brushed the cool surface and Poland took a closer look at himself. He grinned. His teeth were pretty and white. He had a nice smile.

They started to darken and yellow. Poland stepped back with a gasp as they turned a rotten shade of green. He covered his mouth and spun around. In the opposite mirror there was the image of a magnolia tree. It had large, white flowers and shiny, green leaves. His fingers touched the surface of the mirror and it wrinkled like a pond does when you toss a pebble in it.

The image of the tree morphed into a large, hideous creature with scaly, green skin and red eyes. Poland fell back, terrified. A clawed hand reached out of the mirror towards Poland….

He woke up with a yell. Poland waited until his heart slowed before he climbed out. "So Liet thinks I'm, like, old or something, huh? I'll totally show him," he said to himself as he dug through drawers. He knew that Liet would be home late tonight (or early tomorrow morning) and that would be the perfect time to prove to him that Poland was definitely, totally not old.

Several hours later Liet stumbled through the door into the house. The whole day was stressful and he knew the situation at home wouldn't be any better. Lithuania climbed up the stairs and nudged the door open with his foot. The light is on?

He stopped as soon as he laid eyes on his bed. Lying there, spread out like some emperor or empress, was Poland in a black, lacy corset, fishnets, and black high heels. One of his legs were stretched, while the other was bent, and Lithuania traced from his foot all the way to a certain spot before he met Poland's eyes. There was an odd, burning look in them. "Like, stop staring and touch me, Liet," Poland whined. The sound went straight to Lithuania's groin.

"Gladly," he laughed, straddling Poland. His fingers traced down the corset to his thighs. Poland had his eyes closed and Lithuania jerked him up suddenly and kissed him. He kissed him fiercely and they started to grab at each other, grinding. Clothes were ripped off, shoes were kicked off, and before he knew it, Poland was laying in front of him, completely bare. Lithuania couldn't help but think he looked even more beautiful like this.

They kissed more gently now and Lithuania asked breathily, "Are you ready?"

"Of course," Poland chirped as Lithuania hoisted him up. He made sure he was ready with his fingers, brushing against that spot a couple of times just to see Poland in ecstasy.

He entered slowly with Poland's legs on his shoulders and they struck up a rhythm. Lithuania increased the speed and Poland's head kept knocking against the headboard. Poland started to moan and Lithuania's breathing became heavy.

"Oh, man, Liet! I love you! I love you! I really, really, really love you!" Poland shouted, coming on Lithuania.

"I love you, too," he choked with one last thrust. It took him a while before he had the energy to roll on the other side.

"So you don't think I'm old or ugly?" whispered Poland, scooting closer to him.

"Of course I don't! You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" Lithuania said, bewildered. Where did he get that idea? And when did Poland ever whisper?

"Really?"

"Really."

Poland smiled.

~~~~~~~~~ I'm really sorry if you wanted PrussiaXAustria first, but the idea for this one popped in my head. It was actually from seeing the video for a song about being beautiful... No matter what they say... Anyway, please review! Tell me what you think! Thank you for all who have!