Germany sighed as he reluctantly knocked on the front door to America's house. Curse his boss, curse his luck….if you couldn't tell, he REALLY didn't want to be there. Sure, it was for the good of his nation to have good relations with this superpower, but America's hero complex kept Germany at bay. It had worked. Then out of the blue, their bosses had scheduled this meeting, and all of Germany's hard work fell through, just like that. He ran a hand through his hair, and the locks on the door were unlocked. He straightened himself up immediately, just in time, for the door opened.
He frowned. This wasn't America. Brown hair, green eyes….wasn't this Lithuania? What was he doing in America's house? Where was America? Lithuania's eyes widened. "Mr. Germany? Please, come in, come in! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize that Mr. America had a guest today!" the Lithuanian babbled, stepping aside so that Germany could enter. The Germanic nation entered the house while Lithuania shut the door. "Don't be sorry, Lithuania. I should have expected this from him." Germany sighed, neatly hanging his coat up in the American's closet.
He turned around, and nearly had a heart attack. Lithuania had on a pair of skinny jeans and a white t-shirt, but over that was the girliest apron Germany had ever seen, and with Italy around, he had seen plenty of girly aprons. This one was pink. Pink, pink, pink. Crisscrossed with white thread making it look like plaid, and it positively clung to him…oh mein gott. He blushed. Was he checking out Lithuania? Lithuania gave him an apologetic smile.
"Poland gave me this." he explained, and Germany made sure to thank Poland profusely the next time he saw the cross-dresser." "I'm sure Mr. America will be back soon, he just went over to Mr. Canada's for some 'brotherly bonding time', he said." Lithuania told Germany, leading him through the large house until they reached the kitchen. A pleasant aroma of baked bread issued forth from the room.
Lithuania sliced the loaf of toasted bread, smearing butter onto the top of the bread in smooth, polished strokes. Germany watched this and allowed a slight smile to grace his features.
This experience wasn't half-bad…Maybe he should come over to America's more often.
Not to see the annoying American nation, but to see the charming Lithuania. And that apron of his. Especially that apron of his. That apron of his ON him. That was a nice thought.
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WAIT. Did Germany get turned on to Lithuania…by an apron? PFFT. LOLZ. I realized… Has anyone done Germany /Lithuania? Anyone? Anyone at all? Anyways, please review if you want to!
Hasta La Pasta!