A/N: Hello! I'm soooooooooooo sorry for the late update. I had problems with my FF computer. ANYWAY, I really don't know where I'm really going with this story, but I think I have an idea to it. Enjoy~

I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers! (it's short, are you happy now?)

"HAND IT THE FUCK OVER, OR I SWEAR TO GOD YOU WILL REGRET THIS!" He yelled, clenching his fists and walking towards me. I felt one tear fall, but that didn't matter to me right now. I was too busy trying to find a way out of this.

"Now now, little Lithuania... You can tell me who you're talking to, or I can find out for myself. Is that what you want? Do you want me to find out?" He riled up, nearly tearing the phone out of my hands.

"Who the fuck is this, and what the hell are you doing talking to my beautiful Lithuania at this hour, huh?" America yelled into the phone, making me wince. I was scared about what Poland would say back to him.

"Oh...I see...Yes, he has...Thank you...Here you go..." America practically cheered into the phone. God, sometimes I think he's so Bipolar. I took the phone, not wanting to say anything until he left the room.

"Oops, I forgot to say... Lithuania, tell Russia that I won't become one, okay? Talk to him as long as you want, but remember that you do have coffee to brew~!" America chimed, walking back to his room, exhausted.

I carefully got up, closing and locking the door once again. I curled up to the same corner of my bed, picking up the phone and breaking the silence with a simple "Feliks, are you there...?"

"Liet, I'm here, like, don't cry, okay? You're safe when you're around me, okay?" He gently whispered in my ear in an attempt to comfort me. To tell you the truth, it worked.

"I...I won't cry... You really saved me... You know that right...?" I admitted, turning a slight red.

"I'm pretty sure I did. I like, totally milked the Russia impression..." He blabbed on and on about it. This time, I didn't really mind hearing it. He really does have a Russian impression down.

"I...I love you..." I gently whispered in a moment of silence.

"Like. what?" He replied, losing the train of thought he worked hard for during the silence.

"I said...I said that I loved you..." I repeated, feeling a tad bit more confident.

"Why do you say that, like, just out of nowhere...?" He asked.

"It wasn't that random... Before America busted in here, I was telling you that I, um, loved you..." I smiled a little, trying to picture Poland's face.

"I wish that you could come back...I want to see you..."

"Maybe you could... Could come visit America and I sometime... Russia does it countless times every week..." I grinned, hoping he would get the message.

"S-speaking of you and America, did you like, go out with him? Or have some like, intimate moment...?" I could hear the caution and hurt in his voice.

"Of course not, Poland... Why would you think that? You know that he has the hots for England. And England has the hots for France, who has the hots for EVERYTHING, and one day, they're going to come to terms and have..."

"One big THREESOME!" We both chimed in unison, laughing.

"U-um Liet... If you could like, date anyone, who would it be...?" Poland asked, sounding like a girl at a sleepover.

"Who would I date...? Well, I'm not sure..." I didn't really want to take this question. Poland may know a lot about me, but some things I just like to keep a complete secret. I don't think that he knows my full sexuality. He knows that I used to have a big crush on Russia's sister, Belarus, but after I asked her out on a real date, she broke all of my fingers. I couldn't play my viola for a week. I pretty much gave up on having crushes on girls then, but I don't think that Poland realises that. I mean, I guess I have some attraction to boys... I think it would still be awkward for me to say it aloud,

"You should know, Liet. It's IMPOOOORTANTTTT!" He whined, and I could feel him pouting.

"I don't have the exact answer to that, Poland...But if I really had to tell you... I think...I think that... Maybe it would be you. JUST MAYBE." I blushed as red as a tomato. If Spain or Romano were to see me at this state, I swear, they would've tried to take a bite out of me.

"Oh, really? I hope you like, aren't lying to me. You like, know that I don't like liars. But if I could date anyone, I would pick you too. Just because." He giggled, making my heart melt. I haven't heard him laugh in such a long time. I sat there, smiling to myself as Poland rambled on about snow, winter, goats, pocky, Russia, and other random topics. I happened to glance at the small watch on my wrist, turning it in the moonlight so I could see it better. It read 4:25. I gasped a little, remembering that I had to brew the coffee 25 minutes ago.

"Hey Liet, you alright? I heard a bit of a gasp come from your side..." He asked again. I didn't know that he cared that much... He's asked how I was three times...

"I was supposed to have the coffee on brew 26 minutes ago, that's all..." I whimpered. I wasn't exactly in the mood to see angry America.

"How long do you like, think it'll take...? I really miss like, talking to you Liet. You're probably the only one that will listen to me. I know that I'm a rambeler, but you always listen, and you make sure that you take note of what's been said. That's another reason I love you... I have something to hold onto." He quietly replied. I sat there in complete silence, his words freezing me.

"I-I'm your something...?" I finally cracked out some words.

"Yes, Leit, you are. Believe it or not..." He chuckled a bit, shifting in his bed.

"I...I should start the brew..." I whispered, standing to put the phone back on the hook. A small note was whisked under my door before I could hang it, so I set it down on the table next to me to go pick it up.

It was obviously America's handwriting and writing style, with it being in "text speak". It read:

Hai Liet! Dnt wry bout da brew, I pik up sum Dunkin' on mii way ther. Get sum sleep. Nite!

~TheAwesomeHeroKnownAsAmerica

I smiled at the note, placing it on the small nightstand next to my bed.

"L-Liet, you can go ahead and start the brew..." Poland sadly said, not wanting to leave.

"I don't have to do that today... But I should really get some sleep..." I replied, preparing my small bed for me to climb in.

"Okay, talk to you like, later, okay? I like, love you~!" Poland chimed before disconnecting the line.

I shrugged, placing the phone on its jack and settling into my bed. I took one last look at my watch.

4:58.

I yawned, rolling over. At least I can sleep peacefully, with knowing that my Poland is all right.

A/N: Please excuse the crappiness, this took about two hours, and it's now like almost 2am here anyway. I didn't really have much of a plan to this chapter, so I just went with the flow. I hope there aren't any grammar/spelling mistakes... If you have any tips, questions, concerts, flames, TORCHES, or just want to say that you like this story, leave me a review~ I'm sorry again for the late update, it's like exactly a month and 2 or 3 days... XD

One last thing~! I might do like a few one-shots while I'm still working on this and my other story (Like for instance, my story Summer Storms) DANKE FOR READING!

~A very satisfied and proud with this chapter, Markey :3