England was driving Cassi and I to my house not long after we had finished our scones and tea. Once we pulled up, we all noticed a certain someone's pink floral car in our driveway.

"Oh no! I forgot about Poland and those dreaded clothes!" I freaked out and jumped out of Englands car with Cassi and him not that far behind.

I burst into the house and saw just what I feared would happen. Poland was in my living room showing Spain each and every piece of clothing that was purchased. "SPAIN!" I yelled as the other two got here."Don't listen to a word he says! He's crazy!"

Poland turned around and smiled at me. "Too late, girl! I just finished showing him the last outfit!"

I looked at Spain with horror in my eyes. I didn't want him to see any of that! "I even told him that you tried on all of them, so we know for sure they are cute on you!" Poland continued. I blushed deep red and looked back at Spain to see what he would do.

"I-I didn't want to try them on, Spain, but, Poland was there, and then France, and then..." I was sputtering, trying to find some way to feel the silence.

"You mean, they saw you in... This?" He stated simply, holding up one of the lingerie items, with no emotion showing on his face. This was one of the few times I had seen him stoic, as if he was trying to process something. I simply nodded, tears burning behind my eyelids and my nose stinging. He turned to Poland, fury in his eyes. "You made her do this and you KNEW she didn't want to? What's wrong with you?"

"Like, she needed help in the romance department, seriously. Chill!" Poland looked at Spain in slight panic.

"You don't tell ME to chill. I am the boss around here. I'll tell YOU what to do." Whoa. I'd never seen him this angry before. I knew Cassi was hiding behind me, and England stepped out in front of us to shield us from the argument.

"Dude, it's not like, we were doing anything to her-" Poland began, but was cut off by Spain.

"I don't care if you did anything to her physically, she's MY wife! And only I should see those parts of her!" He threw a piece of lingerie at Poland's face. He got off of the couch and walked towards me, but England stepped in the way, uncertain of what Spain's emotions would cause him to do. Then... His eyes turned sad. He looked up at England with a weary face. "England, you really think I would hurt her? She's mi amor, my love..." England shifted slightly, a little uneasy, and looked to me. My face was pleading. I needed my husband now.

"Very well." England said, moving out of the way, but still standing in front of Cassi protectively. Spain then led me in front of Poland and put his arms around my waist.

"Apologize." Spain demanded, glaring Poland into the ground.

"Like, why would I apologize? I just-"

"Apologize!" This time his voice was booming, and even I flinched at it.

"Like, sorry!" Poland exclaimed, looking shocked.

"Ah, that's better!" Spain replied, the smile returning to his face. He then let go of me and moved behind Poland. "Let's not forget that she's MY wife now, shall we?" He then slapped Poland's back so hard that he stumbled and almost fell flat on his face.

"Spain, what's happen-" Doitsu came out of his room, ready to help Spain, when he noticed the lingerie all over the living room. "I... Suddenly feel as if I shouldn't be here, witnessing this..."

"Ahahaha, it's quite alright, Germany. Just reminding Poland here that Whitney is MY wife, and that he should NEVER, ever see any part of her body that she doesn't want him to." Germany nodded, his face impassive but his eyes shocked as he took in the whole scene.

"But, like, why do you have a nursery room in your house if you're not baby-making? Seriously! That's the only reason I took her for lingerie!" Poland exclaimed in a last ditch effort to defend himself.

"Huh? That's from when Romano was a child. Honestly, that's what started all of this?" Spain's countenance had grown dark again.

"Hey, Spain. What's going on here no-?" Romano walked into the room and I buried my head in shame. First Spain, then Doitsu, now my stepson. Great.

"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?" He yelled. He was freaking out, obviously.

All eyes fell on Poland. "Okay! Okay! I get it, I like shouldn't have done all that and junk! Jeez, people, gimme a break!" He yelled, the shame finally breaking him.

I smiled, believing him, and he just huffed some hair out of his face and put his hands on his hips with a scowl.

"Well... That was interesting!" Cassi said, for once dropping the French accent.

Spain sighed. "Well, Poland, I guess you should take all of this back. I wouldn't want any of this to bother mi corazon."

"Like, all of it? Seriously? Do you know how much running around that'd take?" Poland exclaimed, dismayed.

"Well, maybe not ALL of it." Spain smirked, his usual jovial nature returning. "Some of it actually isn't that bad." My face flushed with embarrassment as he buried his face in my hair.

"GEEZ, GET A ROOM!" Romano yelled. "I don't wanna see this!"

England then coughed. "Well, uh, I really should be going now." He said and edged his way to the door.

Cassi looked nervous and followed him out the door. "Uh, England? Will ya drop me off at my house on your way?"

And so the night ended even more awkward than it started~... But who says that's always a bad thing?