Hetalia Party: Gold!
"Like, how totally fab is this new Crystal Gayle t-shirt?" Poland asked of your opinion. You had no problem with his cross-dressing issues. To be honest, it made him hot when he experimented with it.
Like this one time when he wore faded black, levi skinny jeans, and a extra small metallica t-shirt. You couldn't help yourself as you drooled slightly, and sucked in every in of his body, especially when he turned around and all you wanted to do was grab his ass.
"Like, _, were you listening to me?"
Poland snapped his fingers in front of you, slightly flicking your nose in the process. You cross-eyed and resided back to reality. "Sorry Feliks. I went spacy hehe! You know me!"
You playfully knocked your noggin, slid one eye closed and stuck your tongue out. Poland gave you a weary glance, you didn't act like this unless you were thinking of a guy. He knew because you told him, in your sleep anyway. NO Poland isn't a creeper, you INVITED him to a sleepover. He was your bestie after all.
That image of Poland wouldn't give way on you, it replayed and replayed. You don't even remember being drug into the closet. It was as if manifestation took place and POOF here you were. "Whoa, what's going on?" You panicked.
During your episode, Poland was watching from the darkness. You came dangerously close to a swing in his face and he held you still by grabbing and twisting your arm around your back. "Like, relax _, I like picked your color." Feliks was agitated. Why though?
"Poland, Feliks. What's wrong? You only act this way when you don't get the newest fashion liner, or like when you upset about not getting your way, or when you're like, jealous of Russia for having custody of Liet." You proceeded to brush Poland's silky blonde hair with your fingers. Soothing him deeply, how was he supposed to tell his best female comrade that it was HER that made him this way.
When she spaced out, she was thinking or dreaming about some guy! He wanted to keep her around always, but he was tired, and in pain of keeping his feelings away.
"_, It's like you that has kept me so totally agitated! When you space off you are like thinking of some guy, and what like upsets me so much is that I wish to totally be that guy!" Poland blurted. You couldn't sink in this new information.
You stopped combing your fingers through his hair. "Feliks...ah…I like so get it now. You're jealous. What I think is so totally funny is that you're jealous of yourself!" You giggled and nuzzled his neck. "Poland, I think about you constantly!"
Poland felt dim, real dim at this point. "You coulda like so totally told me!" he blew up, although you knew this all too well as a pouting possible marathon. "Feliks." You began turning his head to face yours. "I haven't received my kiss yet." you pouted and eyes began to water slightly.
Poland smirked and hesitantly ghosted his lips over yours. It was amazing, sparks went off, and it was timid like. Poland was so in-experienced, all that was soon to change, what with all the people he was now going to be hanging with.
Poland felt no need in pressuring you into anything father than a simple kiss, he didn't want to rush and ruin a moment like this. He didn't want to lose you because of his selfishness and open opinion, he would definitely change for you, even if it was so difficult for him.
When Poland halted the kissing, you settled in his lap and gossiped about the new trend as he stroke your [h/c] and you traced little patterns on the seam on his jacket. You rested your head in the crook of his neck and waited for the end of the game. Even after this turn was over, you were Poland's forever. As you laced fingers, you knew everything ahead of you was going to be just fine.