Author Commentary: Takes place the same day as "If You Think You're Lonely Now".

Rating: T

Warnings: Anti-RusLiet; OOCness; Slight "Naughty" Language; Mpreg and yaoi/shonen-ai

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Lithuania had called Poland up—sobbing miserably—after Russia and America had left with some of Russia's stuff. Poland—being absolutely the absolutely fabulous nation that he is—came right over.

Lithuania sobbed into Poland's chest as Poland held him. "Po, I didn't think that it'd be so... so awful! So absolutely awful!"

Poland pulled Lithuania closer to him. "Shh... Liet, that fat retarded Russki didn't, like, deserve you, 'kay? Once they are, like, a cheater, they are always, like, a cheater."

Somehow, Lithuania managed to laugh. "You suck at saying serious stuff."

A closed-lip smile made its way across Poland's face. "Totallies."

Poland carried Lithuania bridal-style to the sofa in the living room. Pretty much everything in that house was stuff that Lithuania had purchased. The couch, the flat-screen television, the bed, all the decorative items. Hell, Lithuania had bought Russia almost all his clothes!

Poland flipped the television to European Journal. He then asked Lithuania, "What are you letting him take to America's?"

"His clothes." Lithuania sniffled. "His tooth brush. Any pictures of his sisters."

"I'm guessing you bought him most of that stuff?"

Lithuania remained silent. He then squeaked, "Yes."

"Ha!" Poland laughed. "I totally, like, knew you had, like, bought that dick-head, like, all his, like, stuff!"

"He didn't have money," Lithuania murmured.

Poland scoffed. "He doesn't, like, have a backbone."

Lithuania was eager to change the subject, so Poland just went along. After European Journal had ran its half an hour slot, Poland changed it to what he thought to be the greatest movie of all time: Brüno.

Lithuania—who couldn't stand stupid humor—watched about half of Sacha Baron Cohen's adventures as a gay Austrian fashion journalist Brüno Gehard before falling asleep in Poland's arms.

Poland began talking to the sleeping nation. "Don't worry, Liet," He whispered. "You'll always have an angel... a guardian angel." Poland grinned to himself. "And that guardian angel's name is Feliks Łukasiewicz."

A/N: Brüno and Borat are the most amazing movies of all fucking time. Just thought I'd say that.