Title: All In a Tizzy
Pairing: Lithuania x Fem!Poland, some Spamano...
Rating: T, for Romano. Again.
"Hey, Poland, want to go ice skating?"
It was a warm, sunny winter's day- meaning that it was practically freezing (okay, so in the thirties or so) and the sun sparkling on the snow was literally blinding. Poland and Lithuania were sitting around doing nothing at America's apartment (he had invited everyone over because he got a new horror movie that he thought was scary), and, while lazing about all day was fine, Lithuania was feeling that restless type of boredom, the type of boredom that made you want to go downtown until you remembered that you would have to walk there, and that doesn't work.
Poland yawned, flipping her shoulder-length hair over her shoulder. "Like, what would we even, like, do, exactly?"
Lithuania sat up, looking shocked. "Haven't you even been ice skating before?" he asked incredulously.
Poland raised an eyebrow at him. "Like, why would I ever go ice skating?"
"Because it's awesome?" Lithuania said.
"Not awesome enough to be on my radar," Poland said with a yawn.
"Ooooooooh, buuuuurn," Romano said from across the room. Spain quickly hushed him, since the Italian had had a bit too much to drink and hadn't even gotten enough sleep to sleep it off. That's what happened at America's wild horror movie parties. Romano got horrendously drunk and acted gayer than usual.
"That's it," Lithuania said, ignoring the unwelcome cameo. "Poland, I am taking you ice skating if it kills me."
"Lithuania's gonna die?" Romano asked in a horrified whisper.
"That's what it sounded like," Spain whispered back, completely serious.
AYE**LUV**YOU
Fifteen minutes later, Lithuania and Poland were in an ice skating rink. They had paid, Lithuania had put on both of their skates (because Poland didn't know how to tie them tightly enough), and then they had walked unsteadily (in Poland's case) onto the ice.
And had reached a standstill, which was called, "LIET I CAN'T BALANCE AND I KEEP FALLING OVER AAAAH IT'S COLD!"
"Poland, all you have to do is step and slide-" Lithuania started calmly.
"I TRIED THAT BUT I FELL, I FELL RIGHT ON MY BEAUTIFUL BUTT, HOW COULD THAT HAPPEN?!" Poland wailed, clinging even tighter to Lithuania's arm as her feet slid out from under her.
"It's called ice..." Lithuania said, trying his best not to be snarky. It was weird, being around Poland and not hearing her say super sarcastic things. Instead she was wailing like a little baby, and it was... well... adorable.
"WHY WAS ICE INVENTED."
"It wasn't. It was just... there."
"IT WAS THAT JESUS GUY, WASN'T IT."
"Shhh, Poland, people are staring!" Lithuania whispered nervously as mothers with their kids glared at them and place ear muffs over ears.
"GOD DAMN JESUS GUY."
"Poland, for real, be quiet-"
"STUPID, STUPID- ACK!" Poland fell to the ice, flailing wildly but somehow managing to keep ahold of Lithuania's arm, pulling him down to the ice also. Well, by "down to the ice" we mean "on top of Poland" but we don't actually want to say such things.
"Oww... like, my head..." Poland moaned. "This was a stupid idea, Liet."
Lithuania quickly jumped off of Poland, a light blush that had- well, a little bit to do with the cold -beginning to paint his cheeks. "Yeah, maybe this was a stupid idea," Lithuania said nervously, watching as all the moms gave him the stink-eye. "Poland, maybe we should go get some hot chocolate or something, yeah?"
"Like, no way," Poland said fiercely, sitting up to glare at him. "I'm not leaving here until I can go one time around the rink without holding onto the edge!"
Lithuania groaned. When Poland got like this, there was no stopping her. "Poland, everyone's giving us weird looks-"
"Well, that's fine and dandy for them. Now, help me up." She held out her hands and pouted at him. Sighing, he reached forward and pulled her to her feet.
"Okay, we'll stay here for a little while, but if you keep being so loud we'll have to-"
"AGH LIET THERE'S A SPIDER!"
And down they both went again.
AYE**LUV**YOU
Three hours later, Poland was just about ready to stand up.
Okay, haha, no, she was actually doing fairly good, considering she had never skated before. She was clutching the wall like an invalid, sure, but at least she was just about done falling over, and she was actually skating a couple steps without the wall even! Lithuania was so proud.
Or rather, he would have been proud, except that he had managed to catch Poland whenever she fell, meaning that she had fallen on top of him, meaning that he was all bruised and had a headache and wanted nothing more than to go home- or at least back to America's house.
Of course, seeing Poland's happy face as she took her first few steps before crashing into a seven-year-old... honestly hadn't been worth it, but he would tell her that they had, because he liked it when she smiled.
"Poland, are you nearly ready to go? It's gonna get dark soon, and I'm hungry."
Poland pouted at him, crossing her arms over her chest before losing her balance and nearly falling over. "I already, like, told you, Liet, I'm not leaving until I've gone around this thing once by myself!"
Lithuania sighed. "Okay, okay, so try it now, huh? You'll probably manage it, but you'll be slow."
"Fine, but, like, you have to take me skating again, Liet!"
Lithuania winced slightly, but smiled, since he really had liked skating with Poland, even if it had been... ah... interesting, to say the least. "Okay, I'll take you ice skating again sometime. Now, go around the rink, and then we'll get hot chocolate."
"With whipped cream?"
"With whipped cream."
"Okay!" Poland pushed herself unsteadily off of the wall, then began skating around the edge of the rink, doing her best not to touch the sides. Lithuania skated along with her, a lot more graceful and coordinated, though he tried to tone it down a bit.
Five minutes later, Poland was just reaching the entrance to the rink. She had made it! She was a good skater- BAM! Romano suddenly stepped out of the entrance, crashing right into her. She shrieked and grabbed him instinctively, and he shrieked as well (a bit after the fall, since he was still drunk) and fell with her. Spain popped his head out of the entrance, then walked onto the ice, skateless, to grab Romano and cover his mouth, since he was no spewing obscenities.
"Lo siento, lo siento!" Spain cried as he dragged Romano away from Poland. "He made me come here, I had no choice! Poland, are you okay? I would help you up, but Romano-"
"Fuckin' bitch," Romano slurred. "Aways in mah waaaaaaaaay..."
Lithuania helped Poland up, rolling his eyes at Romano's drunkenness.
"Like, keep your dog on a leash!" Poland said as Lithuania pulled her up. She tossed her hair behind her back, then exited the rink, Lithuania trailing after her. Spain looked after them, sighing, then grabbed Romano and hefted him over his shoulder.
"Aaaaauuuugh, Spagna, put me the fuck down or I'll-"
"Lovi, it's time to go home, si?"
"Stupid heads," Poland whispered as they walked away.
A/N I had so much fun writing this it's not even funny.
Birds are chirping... FUCKIN' BIRDS. *shoots birds*
Anyhoo, requester: HolyGreatGrandpaRomanEmpire