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Poland always did know how to make an entrance.
Lithuania was staring furiously into the corner, arms folded against his black jacket and plain white shirt. His arms were so tight across his chest that the once creaseless, impeccably ironed shirt was soon gaining deep folds. One of his feet was tapping wildly, a jittery, nervous sound that set everyone near him on edge. However, most people avoided him, what with the malicious aura pouring off him in waves. It was almost enough to rival Russia's, which was perhaps why Estonia and Latvia were on the other side of the room, shivering like mad. Maybe at one time Lithuania would've cared, but he was very, very angry.
America, one of his best friends, swirled cheerfully around the room, clutching a screeching England in his arms. France was laughing. Russia, dangerously twirling her silver pipe, observed the couple with a slightly predatory look on her face. China was in the corner, trying to get Japan (who was wearing a tasteful kimono) to come out and dance with him. Prussia was laughing loudly at something the little country who looked a lot like America said, and the little country…Canada? Let out a tiny giggle behind her pale hand. Germany's eyes were fixated on Italy, as she led him happily around the room, little dress trailing gracefully behind her. Spain's eyes were fixed on his Italian (more specifically, her boobs (which she happened to notice at that moment and slap him so hard a big red hand print appeared on his face)), and he sheepishly chuckled before trying to get her to dance with him (From the looks of it she was trying very hard to deny it, though her resistance was crumbling). Even the Baltics were in the corner, pleasantly talking with each other. No one was making a big fuss. Of course, not his girlfriend.
"Like, hello everyone!" Poland had said, sweeping in, arms raised to show her short pink dress made of loose fabric, fitting her perfectly. She had this condescending smirk on her face, as she watched every guy's eyes fall on her and stay there. The guy's dates (save for America and Germany; America because he just looked once curiously at Poland before shrugging and turning, and Germany because he's way too sweet to focus on someone else) were all berated by their respective girls, S. Italy being especially loud and shouting at Spain in garbled Italian.
Poland sashayed over to Lithuania, smirking at his dark frown and angry posture. She bent down, placing a hand on his shoulder a whispering into his ear, "Well, Liet? What do you think?" Lithuania turned to retort angrily, before blushing and whipping away from the flippant display of her chest. "D-Don't attract attention like that."
"Oh, is someone j-e-a-l-o-u-s?" Poland drew out the word in that way that she could, and his face got even redder.
"Like, dance with me?" Lithuania barely acknowledged when she drew away from him, holding her hand out so he could take it. The angry nation considered for a moment refusing, just to make Poland made, but the pouty look on her face instantly changed his mind.
Wordlessly Lithuania took her hand, not daring to look in her big eyes.
"Look, if you were, like, so bothered by it, why didn't you just say anything?"
Lithuania finally looked, and regretted it quickly. "I…um…"
"You're probably wondering how I can ever be faithful with all those guys after me." She said flatly after a moment of silence.
"Well…yes, I…no." Lithuania paused. That was part of it. "Um…it's because…"
Poland waited patiently for Lithuania to compose himself before poking the subject again. "Yeah? So, like, what is it?"
Lithuania mumbled something to soft to be heard, and Poland leaned in closer, frowning. "Come on, Liet! I can't understand you if I can't hear you!"
"I can't stand all them looking at you like that!" He burst out, face flushing. "It feels like they're undressing you with their eyes!"
Poland sighed, rolling her bright green eyes in slight annoyance, before grabbing his collar and pulling his face down to hers, ending on her lips. Lithuania's face was aflame as Poland deepened the kiss, and they stayed like that for a moment before coming up for air. "Liet… You've always been the only one for me. They can look as much as they want, but that's about as far as they'll get."
First request ever! Done for IMAxENIGMAx! Which was basically a fem!Poland/Lithuania one-shot. As you can see, yes, not only is Poland gender-bended but a whole bunch of people. I felt: Ah, while I'm doing Poland I might as well do other people too!
Not much else to say. Thanks!
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