Title: Scars
Pairing: Poland x Lithuania
Rating: meh T just 'cause
"Hey, Liet!" Poland called in his usual slightly obnoxious tone.
Lithuania sighed and turned to look at his friend, smiling kindly as usual. "Yes, Poland?"
Poland leaned in close to Lithuania, coming so close that their noses almost touched. "Can I see your scars?" he asked.
"What?" asked Lithuania, surprised and a little bit nervous.
"Can I see your scaaaaaars?" Poland asked again. "Please?"
"Um... um... n-no?"
Poland grabbed Lithuania's shirt and tried to pull it off. Lithuania squeaked and backed up, as far away from Poland as he could get in this small, cramped kitchen. "P-P-Poland wh-what are you doing?" he stammered. "Don't just take my clothes off like that!"
Poland frowned at him. "Why not? We're, like, both guys, right? What does it matter if I see you with your shirt off?"
Lithuania blushed. "U-um... well... i-it's cold!"
Poland stared at Lithuania, then smirked. "Uh-huh. You just, like, don't want me to see your scars."
"Wh-what scars?"
"Your scars."
"I don't have any-"
"They're on your body. I know you have them, Liet, I just want to see them."
"Poland, I'm serious, I don't have any-"
Poland lunged toward him and grabbed Lithuania's shirt, nearly tearing it off. Lithuania shrieked a bit and backed right into a wall. "P-Poland!" he stammered. "Leave me alone! I'm serious!"
Poland pouted. "But Liet, I wanna see your scaaaars! C'mon, just, like, lemme see them!"
"Poland, I... I really don't want you to see them. You won't like them. They're not pretty."
Poland's gaze softened into an expression Lithuania had never seen before. "I'd still lov- like you even if you were, like, the ugliest person in the world."
Lithuania stared at Poland for one tense, confused moment, heart speeding up excitedly. "Wh-what do you mean?"
Poland looked down at the floor. "Nothing," he said, turning away. "I don't mean anything."
"It sounded like you almost said-"
"I didn't!" Poland interrupted.
"It sounded like you were going to say you loved me..." Lithuania continued on stubbornly. "And I... I just wanted to say that if you were trying to say that, well, um... I... I might just love you too."
Poland stared at Lithuania and Lithuania stared right back. They stayed that way for a long moment and then, almost as if they had rehearsed it, they both leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a small, sweet kiss. Poland pulled away slightly, staring at Lithuania again.
"Did we... did we just... did we just kiss?" he asked breathlessly.
"I... I think so."
"I think we should do it again. Just to make sure." Poland said. He leaned forward and kissed Lithuania again, and then again, and then one more time, and maybe a couple more times. By the time they finally pulled away again both of their faces were rather flushed and they were breathing heavily.
"We should be doing this more often." Lithuania said, leaning in for yet another kiss. Poland smiled and agreed, and they kept kissing... and kissing...
And, well, let's just say that by the end of the night Poland had definitely seen Lithuania's scars.
A/N I'M SO SORRY THIS WAS LATE AND IT SUCKS AND I APOLOGIZE SO MUCH AND I'M SORRY AND THEN VIVAAMERICA TOLD ME NOT TO APOLOGIZE BUT I JUST. KEEP. APOLOGIZING AND I'M SORRY. *le faints*
But anyways, I will try to get a bunch more requests done today... just because... I want to... so yeah. :) ANYHOO GUTEN TAG (since it's 5:15 where I am) so yeah anyways that's all.
Concept brought to ya by my good friend holygreatgrandparomanoempire and I just said that from memory so if it's wrong: OTL