Hetalia: The Baltics

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"Liiiiieeeetttt!!!!!!" Poland squealed, dashing out of the bathroom and over to the love of his life. "Lookie lookie lookie!!!" His hair was tied up with the hair ties that italy had used on his hair. His blonde pigtails that sat on the top of his head swayed as he came to a quick halt. "lookathowfabulousmyhairislietisntitcooooooooollllll???????" (Translation: Look at how fabulous my hair is liet isnt it cool?) Poland rushed the words out of his mouth as fast as he could, not stopping to even take a breath in between! This man is crazy!!! Lithuania smiled and glanced at the tiny tiara Italy had put in between his pigtails. "Yes Poland, your hair is quite 'fabulous'." Lithuania chuckled as the Polish man beamed at his words and, once again, began a run on sentence. "Youreallythinkitsfabulousthatsnotlikeyouliet {breath} welllllthinkingthingsarefabulousandalllllllllllllllll~" (You really think its fabulous thats not like you liet well thinking things are fabulous and all~). "Woooow!~ ive never-a heard anyone talk-a so fast!" Italy exclaimed from the doorway to the bathroom, admiring Poland amazing "skill". "I highly doubt zhat." Germany mumbled, implying that Italy could talk faster, he was even willing to bet money on it.

"Poland!!! Let's-a play a game~!" Italy smiled, pulling at the blonde mans pink sleeve. "Let's play-a football!!!" Suddenly the door swung open and in stepped the most patriotic country there was, America. "DUDEFOOTBALLSOUNDSTOTALLYFUNLETSPLAAAAYYYY!!!!!" (Dude football sounds totally fun let's play.)

Germany shrugged. "Zhere's anozher vone."

"Yay~!!!" Italy cheered, holding up a football/soccer ball triumphantly as if he just won the FIFA world cup. "Let's-a pl-!"

"Dude, why the hell are you holding up a soccer ball?" America cut off Italy's "victory cheer" thing with a dumb question like that. Italy's arms dropped back down as he stared at America with a deadpanned expression. "It's-a not a soccer ball..... Its a football..."

"Soccer."

"Foot-a-ball."

"soccer!"

"Football!!!"

"SOCCER!!!"

Pretty soon it turned into a full-fledged argument about what it was, football or soccer. Even when everyone knows its, of course, a football. Silly Americans. (Not racist, I'm American.)

"Football!!!" Poland cheered, joining in on their bickering because he's Poland, so why not? The argument between the three countries only lasted about 10 seconds more which was about 3 footballs and 2 soccers to be exact. "EEEENOUGH!!! IT IS A FOOTBALL NOW GET IT ZHROUGH YOUR DAMN ZHICK SKULL!!!" Germanys' boomed, silencing everyone and everything that was in earshot, and that was a lot.

Tears dotted the corners of Italy's eyes as he broke the silence with his soft, sweet voice.  "Y-you know I-i don't l-like it w-w-when you y-yell g-germany." Italy stuttered almost silently, but it wasn't quite there just yet. One tear escaped, followed by dozens at a time until he was in a sob. Germany had known Italys fear of being yelled at, and yet he didn't give it a thought of considering what the outcome would have been if he yelled, which he did, and this was the outcome. Him seeing the one he loved most in tears and trembling. Did I really sound that scary?

"Italy I...." Germany began, but lost track of where he was leading with that sentence. So he just... Winged it, i guess. "Italy I'm sorry, I didn't think before I spoke..." His cheeks turned a light shade of pink before he continued with his apology. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings... And I'm sorry." Germany looked away bashfully, his cheeks turned darker while he fiddled with the chain of his iron cross that hung around his pale German neck.

Italys' tears stopped immediately, and the fear and grief that filled him turned into happiness and.... love. "Its-a ok Germany." Italy smiled and wrapped his arms around the life form he was growing feelings for. The German returned the embrace with an equal amount of affection. Damn me.