Liet: um...poland why are you staring at my shirt?
Poland: *begins to sing* let me borrow that top let me borrow that top let me borrow that top i want to borrow that top
Liet: *confused face* eh...what poland?
Poland: *grabs Liet's shirt* that's such a cute top! that's such a cute top! i wanna borrow it let me borrow the top
Liet: *sighs and face plants*
Poland: aren't we friends? aren't we friends? so what's the problem? let me borrow the top
Liet: ugh..no thank you Poland i don't want you to borrow my top
Poland: let me borrow that top let me borrow that top let me borrow that top LET ME BORROW...

Poland sighed contently, HE. WAS. BORED. then he rolled over sighing again "what's wrong Poland?" Lithuania asked looking down at him. "Oh like nothings wrong, it just that i'm like, SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TOATLLY BORED" Poland said then he sighed again "you know i can take you to that field that we were before...where...you..did that...you know....THING..." Lithuania said smiling instantly Poland sat up and placed his hands on Liet's cheeks "well...i was like..." then Poland began to move his head forward slowly, blushing. "Thinking of...like...a.....k-kiss"...

Poland lay underneath Lithuania panting, he really liked this sastifastion that Lithuania seemed to be giving him both with little idea
that celiling Russia was watching Liet thrust it in going faster and faster with ease once Poland moaned these commanads but not going rough or hard a bit. Lithuania breathed out blushing then he decied to go hard and thrusted it in hard this time making Poland scream in pain and quickly lift his body up then relax "like...w-what did i like tell....you like....g-g-going hard?" Poland
said weakly opening one of his eyes and looking at
Liet, he then sighed tiredly...