A/N: Sooo guyssssssssss, this is, like, totally late. ;_; I'm so sorryyyyyyy. I was really sick. ;;; And once I started recovering, I just had this horrid writer's block. I don't know anymoars. ;_;
Sorryyyy. ;;;;;;;
Ch. 10
Poland:
Oh, gosh. I totally knew I was blushing. Canada said, like, the cutest things sometimes. He seriously made me feel like a princess. It was totally fabulous. ~3
Canada:
God, Poland was cute when he blushed. No, scratch that. He was always cute. He sort of stared at his feet, looking all embarrassed after I said the princess thing. I shyly took his hand and led him into the house, showing him around. "This is the kitchen. . . .here's the living room. . . .there's a bathroom over there. . . . ." Then we went up the stairs. I showed him each room, telling him he could choose whichever one he wanted.
"And this one's my room, so if you need anything, just come let me know, eh."
Poland nodded. "Like, thanks a bunch, Canada." He squeezed my hand. "You have, like, no idea how much I appreciate this. Seriously."
I smiled at him shyly. "It's the l-least I can do. I'll b-be in my room if you n-need me." I headed off to my room, suddenly feeling nervous. Poland was in my house. Actually in my house. In my house. And he was going to be sleeping just down the hall. Holy shit. Holy shit. Poland'sinmyhouseandhe'sstayingthenightpossiblyeven longerandohmygodohmygodohmyg oddddddddddd.
Oh, did I mention how utterly calm I always am?
Poland:
I, like, don't really know how to describe how I felt at that time. After so long of, like, totally being treated like shit, it felt weird to the max being treated so nicely. But I totally liked it. Once Canada went into his room, I totally tiptoed over and chose the room, like, right next to his. 'Cause, y'know. In case I, like, needed something in the middle of the night. . .Yeah. That. It totally wasn't because I just wanted to be close to him. Like, not even. At all.
Yeah, I'm, like, a terrible liar.
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