Tjuetredje mars:

Hungary:

Elizaveta Héderváry, Hungary, was woken up on the morning of the twenty-third of March by her cell ringing. She picked it up, and it was Feliks.

-Like are you totally psyched for us having like a totally fabulous day together?

-Hi, Feliks. I can't wait! I'll meet you at Barabás.

-Are you sure we can't like shop at my house instead?

-Feliks, Elizaveta remonstrated, we tossed the coin, like we've done every year since we've done this, and this year it's at my house.

-Yeah, but like…

-Besides, you tossed the coin, so you got nothing to complain about. I'll see you in a few. Bye!

Any sullenness Feliks may have had, was wiped away immediately at the sight of all the shops waiting for him to ravish them. They spent the entire day like this, only occasionally stopping to get something to eat and drink.

Although her feet were aching and her legs protesting, Elizaveta followed an ever-smiling Feliks from one shop to another.

Poland:

On the morning of the twenty-third of March, Feliks Łukasiewicz, Poland, jumped out of the bed and ordered his cell to call Elizaveta.

-Like are you totally psyched for us having like a totally fabulous day together?

-Hi, Feliks. I can't wait! I'll meet you at Barabás.

-Are you sure we can't like shop at my house instead?

-Feliks, Elizaveta remonstrated, and Feliks winced at the tone of her voice, we tossed the coin, like we've done every year since we've done this, and this year it's at my house.

-Yeah, but like…

-Besides, you tossed the coin, so you got nothing to complain about. I'll see you in a few. Bye!

Never tiring, because shopping was an art and fun hobby that totally invigorated you, Feliks went from one shop to another the whole day, only occasionally stopping to refuel and toss his bags away so that he would have room for more and like having totally fun while doing it.


Author's notes:

I don't own Hetalia