"It's Hungary! She was hanging around Sealand's house. No, no, I didn't see her give it to them, but I was in the kitchen when I looked past the corner and saw them... snogging... in the living room. What do you mean what did I do? I stopped them! They're too young! Yeah, Sealand was pretty upset. He stormed out and poor Latvia fainted..." England sighed. "I'm going to look for proof. We know that the Nordics are out and possibly Spain and South Italy. Okay, good idea. You warn Poland and I'll go warn Austria. Goodbye. I... love you." England smiled at America's answer and hung up the phone. He threw on his long black coat and headed out the door for Austria's.

Lithuania sat at the table nervously. He had come home to see a message nailed on the door telling him to come inside and sit there like a good boy. The table was full of Polish food and a huge container of Polish vodka, glowing in the candlelight.

Lithuania racked his brain, thinking of possible reasons for this. It almost seemed romantic. But it couldn't be, could it? It wasn't like they were a couple. Sure there were times where touches lingered a little longer than they should, but when you lived together for that long, that was normal, wasn't it?

He heard a cough from behind. Lithuania's breath caught as he saw Poland come down the stairs. He had a halter-top black dress on. It was long, but there was a slit all the way to his upper thigh and the top plunged almost down to his waist. He might've not had the chest to fill it, but he looked beautiful.

Lithuania felt his voice leave him. "So how do I look?" Poland spun around, flashing pale skin in a blur.

"I... You... look nice," he managed to choke out, trying to push the sudden sensations he was feeling back down.

Poland tried to conceal the look of disappointment on his face. Usually he would chew Lithuania out, but he didn't want to mess up this night. He sat down gracefully and poured some of the alcohol into brandy glasses. Lithuania took it from the white hand cautiously. "So, Liet, do you know what today is the anniversary of?" Lithuania was still for a minute before shaking his head no. "It's, like, the anniversary of the day we met! I totally don't blame you for forgetting. We've never celebrated it before, I guess. I just thought that we could, like, start."

Lithuania smiled. "Yeah… We could. Poland, I'm sorry what I said earlier. You look more than nice. You look… great."

Poland beamed at him. "Of course I do!" He held up his glass. This was special alcohol he had bought from a hag on the street. It was extra strong Polish vodka. Poland wasn't a big adversary of getting your date drunk, but there was nothing wrong with greasing the wheels. "Na zwordie."

Lithuania held his up. "Buk sveikas." He held it to his lips and consumed it like a shot, flipping his head back. He could feel it spreading through his body like wildfire, the sensation distracting him from the strange floral taste. Lithuania looked at Poland, whose white face was illuminated by the candle flames.

Their eyes were locked and Poland stood up, striding over to Lithuania. "Liet… I, like, totally love you. Forever and forever." He bent down and put his hands on his shoulders.

"I love you, too…" Lithuania sighed, leaning in and kissing Poland slowly. He was surprised when Poland tangled his fingers in his hair and the kiss became more intense. He was running out of breath, suffocating, but he couldn't stop. They both fell on the floor.

"Liet! I want you to totally do me here!" Lithuania could feel his face redden, but he pushed Poland's dress up, revealing pale legs and an uncovered groin. "I didn't want panty lines," Poland explained, his face serious.

Lithuania laughed in spite of himself. "It's okay." He took Poland in his mouth, quickly taking it in and out. With every flick of his tongue Poland was whining until finally he kicked him in the shoulder.

"Would you just take me already? I've been, like, waiting for centuries!" Poland said, yanking Lithuania up and putting his head in a startlingly strong death grip. Lithuania turned Poland over, hiking his dress up. He didn't want to take it off of him.

Lithuania was harder than a rock, Poland's demands turning him on. He jammed his fingers in Poland's mouth, bucking up against him when he took them in his mouth greedily. Lithuania prepared him and stretched him, placing himself in position. He tried to enter smoothly, but he heard Poland hold back a groan.

After waiting to adjust he began moving, quickening when he knew he was hitting the right area. Poland was saying his name over and over, demanding he go harder, faster, rougher in broken Polish before Lithuania pulled him into his lap, sitting flat on the floor. Poland was riding him now, his cries growing louder as Lithuania jerked him off.

He came loudly, bending his head backwards over Lithuania's shoulder. He flipped him back down on the floor, thrusting a few more times before he came. They were a mess now. Both of their hair was crazy, messed up from needy hands and sweat. Poland's dress was covered in cum and he was lying exhausted in the floor. They didn't bother getting up, holding each other as the candles started to burn out…

"What could you possibly see in him?"

"Romano!" Italy and Spain said in unison. Germany just seemed startled, standing a little behind Italy.

"Romano, that was rude. What if your brother said that about me?" Spain reprimanded.

Ignoring Romano's muttered I'd kill him, Germany's eyes snapped on Spain. "Ve~ Brother Spain, that doesn't make sense. You're my friend, too," Italy said, his legs swinging back and forth off the stone wall in the garden.

Everyone was quiet and Romano started to shake.

A couple of minutes later, Italy and Germany had made their escape and were heading back to Germany's house. "Germany, I don't understand why brother got mad. We didn't tell him about us."

"I think he's figured it out…." Germany said, deep in thought. "I think he and Spain are like us."

"You mean in love?"

Germany stopped walking, his face red. Italy looked at him and giggled.

"Oh, Doitsu~ I live for the day you're able to say it to me."

~~~~ Of course Germany already has, but Italy was asleep, so he didn't hear him. Germany is too bashful/conservative to do it to his face yet. Poland didn't obey lessons from fairytales! Don't buy things from hags! It was Hungary in disguise... Thank you to The Singing Maiden for helping me think through this couple's dynamics. They're a toughie. Thank you for all the reviewing and support! Please review this one! There are many more to come... Hope you enjoyed!