"FELKA, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?"
"Feliks," she- he- corrected, hands going to rest on his hips, "Call me Feliks."
"Fine then, Feliks," his boss's tone was cold, eyes narrowed with poorly contained anger, "Would you mind telling me just what the hell you think you're doing?"
"I don't know," he shot back, instantly becoming defensive, "What does it look like I'm doing?"
His boss closed his eyes, taking a deep, calming breath, and Feliks could practically see the smoke pouring out of his ears, "It looks like you are doing exactly what I told you not to do!"
"Which would be...?" Feliks wasn't dumb, but he wasn't about to let his asshole of a boss hold control of the conversation, "I do a lot of shit you tell me not to."
"You know perfectly damn well what I'm talking about!" he was raising his voice, now, jumping up from his chair and glaring at the man across from him, "Look at yourself! It's... it's completely inappropriate!"
"Inappropriate?" Feliks was up in an instant, cheeks flushed with rage as his voice went shrill, "How the fuckam I doing anything inappropriate?"
"Look at yourself!" his boss yelled again, a bit louder this time, gesturing wildly to the blonde's body, "You cut your hair, you changed how you dress...! Not to mention I have absolutely no idea where your chest went to!"
"Nice to know you check there..." he muttered, rolling his eyes. With surprising calmness, he pulled his shirt up, ignoring his boss's look of horror as he displayed his chest, which had been neatly bound flat, "Oh, man the fuck up... you're like, such a fricken prude!"
"There are some things that do not belong on display!" he sat back down, cheeks a deep shade of red, "Will you ever learn?"
"You were the one putting the focus on my tits," he huffed, tugging his shirt back down and folding his arms over the aforementioned area, "Or my lack of them, rather."
"Felka..." he started, but hastily corrected himself upon noting that other's glare, "Feliks. What, pray tell, do you think you are going to accomplish by pulling an idiot stunt like this?"
"I'm getting my nation respect," he responded firmly, determination evident in his eyes, "As a female nation living in the world where, like, seriously almost all of the other nations are males, I've noticed that they don't see me as an equal to them. Just 'cause I'm a chick, that means that I've gotta be, like, inferior to them or something! That's bullshit! If I'm never gonna earn their respect as a chick, then I'd rather not be one! I'm all for strong women, girlpower or whatever they call it, but my status is never gonna change like this! Changing will be better for my nation as a whole."
There was a long moment of silence before Feliks got a response, and it certainly wasn't one that pleased him, "...That must be the stupidest thing I have ever heard in my entire life."
"But Lizzie said-"
"I DON'T CARE WHAT LIZZIE SAID!" his boss exploded, cutting him off mid-sentence, "ALL I EVER HEAR FROM YOU IS LIZZIE SAID THIS, OR LIZZIE SAID THAT! DO YOU EVER FUCKING THINK FOR YOURSELF? OR ARE YOU TOO STUPID?"
Immediately, the Pole's eyes narrowed, and he slammed his hands down on the desk, leaning in so far that his face was mere inches from his boss's, who, in a moment that was very nearly comical, went cross-eyed as he tried to keep his focus on Feliks, inching away from him nervously. When the nation spoke, his voice was dangerously low, words laced with venom, "You're gonna listen now, and you're gonna listen good, or I'll skin you alive and hang you from the rafters. I've been doing this for a hell of a lot longer than you, so one would think I would know what I'm doing. You may hold the title of boss, but in all honesty, you're nothing more than my adviser. Poland is my nation, and I'll be damned if I let you sit here and give me hell for adding respect to my name. Y'know, I was doing something genuinely stupid, something that could reduce my nation to ruin in an instant, then maybe it would be different, but I'm not! Changing myself a bit isn't gonna, like, explode the fucking capital or something! You may think you run this thing, but you don't! I'm the only reason Poland is still standing as a nation! And it's not fucking easy! I'd like to see you act all big and tough somewhere else than behind that damn desk of yours! That's all you ever do! You hide behind your desk all day and take credit for myhard work! I'd like to see you try and do this! You wouldn't last one fucking day in my shoes! And as a girl?" he all but shrieked, eyes wild with rage, "As a girl surrounded by men who expect you to be totally weak and stupid? Bullshit! I'll be that half of them don't even see me as a real country, just because I was born with a pair of tits! So how about before you go shooting off your mouth, you actually stop and think about what the fuck you're saying! As totally crazy as it sounds, you might just not know it all! So stop pretending you do!"
And with that, Feliks turned and stormed from the office, pausing only to swipe his arm over his boss's desk, sending a large pile of papers fluttering to the floor and reveling in the shocked expression on the other man's face, slamming the door behind him.
"...Woah. Someone's on her period."
AN: I seriously couldn't resist the last line. |D I had to do it. Anyways~ I think I'm going to start regularly updating this fic... I have no idea where it's going, but I'm rather enjoying writing it. Reviews help me work faster, by the way~ /shotdead. They really do, though, because then I feel like my writing has a purpose. C| To all the people reading this, I love you~ Thank you so much for the support I've gotten so far~ c: