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"Hey, ___________!"
You winced as Poland's cheerful tones echoed from your phone.
"You wanna, like, come over and help me paint?"
Groaning, you roll over and grunt.
"Is that a yes?"
"Paint, Felixs?"
"Like, totally! We're gonna make Romania so totally jealous."
"Feliks."
"___________?"
"You do realise it's five-thirty on a Saturday morning, right?"
"Well, Romania's coming over at two, so I thought we should, like, get started early…" Poland's voice trembled towards the end, and you felt remorse beginning to creep into your heart.
Damn conscience…
"Besides, you still owe me for covering you with Germany! Unless you want me to..."
"Fine, I'm up."
"Because I could totally just…"
"I'M UP, FELIKS!" You threw the covers off the bed, and stalked into the bathroom. "I'll be there in a few."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~A Time Skip. Like, Totally. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"YEAH! You're here! Like, finally."
"Don't push it, Feliks." You stalk through the door, not bothering to remove your shoes.
"We're painting in here first." Feliks pushes a frilly, pink apron (of course) into your hands. "Put it on. We don't want to get paint on that totally hip outfit."
"Of course not." You sigh, watching Feliks tie his own matching apron.
Should I be concerned that he looks better in that than I do?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Six hours later, Feliks' house was a Barbie paradise. The walls were covered in pink, and you even managed to paint most of the siding outside the house. A few little girls from across the street were taking pictures from the sidewalk.
"YEAH! We did it!" Feliks threw his arms around you, causing you to stumble head-first into an open bucket of paint, bringing Feliks down with you.
"...ow."
"OMG! Are you, like, okay?" Feliks helped you sit up, wiping some of the paint away from your eyes.
"I'm fine," you say, a little more gruffly than you had intended. A hint of hurt flashes through Poland's eyes before he drags you to the bathroom. "I'll grab you some clothes!" he says before running off, leaving you to clean a bucketful of hot pink paint off your face and hair as best you can.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A little while later, you are walking down the stairs when you hear raised voices.
"You called her today to ask her to paint? But, Feliks, why? You knew what I was planning!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. But you must have been, like, running late or something. She sounded, like, bored on the phone. Yeah, bored. So I thought she might want to come over. You can try next week, you know."
"But…"
You clear your throat, not wanting to eavesdrop any further.
"____________?"
"____________!"
Both Poland and Romania jerk their heads towards you.
"You look, like, totally fab in that dress!" Poland squeals as he throws his hands around your shoulders. You don't miss the dirty glare thrown towards Romania.
"Yes...yes, you look lovely…" Romania says quietly, looking away before adding, "like always".
Feeling very uncomfortable, you decide to ask, "Guys? Is there something I should know about?"
Poland's grip on your shoulders tightens.
"Feliks?"
"RomaniawasgoingtolikeaskyououtbutIdidn'twantyoutogooutwithhimcauseIlikeyoumorethanhedoesnotjustfriendsbutsomethingmorebutifyouwentoutwithhimthenyoumightlikehimmorethanmeand…"
"Woah, there, Feliks, slow down," you said. "Vlad was going to...ask me out?"
Both Feliks and Vladimir nodded.
"Well, I…"
You winced as Poland's cheerful tones echoed from your phone.
"You wanna, like, come over and help me paint?"
Groaning, you roll over and grunt.
"Is that a yes?"
"Paint, Felixs?"
"Like, totally! We're gonna make Romania so totally jealous."
"Feliks."
"___________?"
"You do realise it's five-thirty on a Saturday morning, right?"
"Well, Romania's coming over at two, so I thought we should, like, get started early…" Poland's voice trembled towards the end, and you felt remorse beginning to creep into your heart.
Damn conscience…
"Besides, you still owe me for covering you with Germany! Unless you want me to..."
"Fine, I'm up."
"Because I could totally just…"
"I'M UP, FELIKS!" You threw the covers off the bed, and stalked into the bathroom. "I'll be there in a few."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~A Time Skip. Like, Totally. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"YEAH! You're here! Like, finally."
"Don't push it, Feliks." You stalk through the door, not bothering to remove your shoes.
"We're painting in here first." Feliks pushes a frilly, pink apron (of course) into your hands. "Put it on. We don't want to get paint on that totally hip outfit."
"Of course not." You sigh, watching Feliks tie his own matching apron.
Should I be concerned that he looks better in that than I do?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Six hours later, Feliks' house was a Barbie paradise. The walls were covered in pink, and you even managed to paint most of the siding outside the house. A few little girls from across the street were taking pictures from the sidewalk.
"YEAH! We did it!" Feliks threw his arms around you, causing you to stumble head-first into an open bucket of paint, bringing Feliks down with you.
"...ow."
"OMG! Are you, like, okay?" Feliks helped you sit up, wiping some of the paint away from your eyes.
"I'm fine," you say, a little more gruffly than you had intended. A hint of hurt flashes through Poland's eyes before he drags you to the bathroom. "I'll grab you some clothes!" he says before running off, leaving you to clean a bucketful of hot pink paint off your face and hair as best you can.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A little while later, you are walking down the stairs when you hear raised voices.
"You called her today to ask her to paint? But, Feliks, why? You knew what I was planning!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. But you must have been, like, running late or something. She sounded, like, bored on the phone. Yeah, bored. So I thought she might want to come over. You can try next week, you know."
"But…"
You clear your throat, not wanting to eavesdrop any further.
"____________?"
"____________!"
Both Poland and Romania jerk their heads towards you.
"You look, like, totally fab in that dress!" Poland squeals as he throws his hands around your shoulders. You don't miss the dirty glare thrown towards Romania.
"Yes...yes, you look lovely…" Romania says quietly, looking away before adding, "like always".
Feeling very uncomfortable, you decide to ask, "Guys? Is there something I should know about?"
Poland's grip on your shoulders tightens.
"Feliks?"
"RomaniawasgoingtolikeaskyououtbutIdidn'twantyoutogooutwithhimcauseIlikeyoumorethanhedoesnotjustfriendsbutsomethingmorebutifyouwentoutwithhimthenyoumightlikehimmorethanmeand…"
"Woah, there, Feliks, slow down," you said. "Vlad was going to...ask me out?"
Both Feliks and Vladimir nodded.
"Well, I…"
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Disclaimer: I own nothing! And Romania is, in fact, jealous of the pink house, but for reasons which will be revealed.
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Poland's ending: wingedsupernova.deviantart.com…
Romania's ending: wingedsupernova.deviantart.com…
Surprise Ending: wingedsupernova.deviantart.com…
Disclaimer: I own nothing! And Romania is, in fact, jealous of the pink house, but for reasons which will be revealed.
Comment/Critique!
Poland's ending: wingedsupernova.deviantart.com…
Romania's ending: wingedsupernova.deviantart.com…
Surprise Ending: wingedsupernova.deviantart.com…
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OKAI! I, ummmmm, PIKACHU, I CHOOSE YOU!!!!!!
Poland: Wrong, like, anime.
… fine. Hun~Gar~Yyyyy~!
Romania: Only two endings.
Miss Awesome-But-Not-As-Awesome-As-Prussia-Sorry-He-Will-Kill-Me-If-Did-Not-Do-This-Every-Time-I-Say-Awesome Author~! Can you make a Hungary ending, pwease?? :3 Done! Now, you two, get out of my face. Baiii~~~
Romania and Poland: You're not taking this seriously, are you?
Glub, glub, nope!
Poland: Wrong, like, anime.
… fine. Hun~Gar~Yyyyy~!
Romania: Only two endings.
Miss Awesome-But-Not-As-Awesome-As-Prussia-Sorry-He-Will-Kill-Me-If-Did-Not-Do-This-Every-Time-I-Say-Awesome Author~! Can you make a Hungary ending, pwease?? :3 Done! Now, you two, get out of my face. Baiii~~~
Romania and Poland: You're not taking this seriously, are you?
Glub, glub, nope!