Hetalia One-Shots

LietPol : Mornings

  Warm light flooded into the room. The heavy smell of sleep still lingered as Lithuania fluttered his eyes open. He blinked several times, the morning light blinding him. He forgot to close the shutters again.

  The Baltic country felt a certain weight pressed on his body. He turned his head to the side and fell nose to nose with Poland's sleeping face. Small, quiet breaths escaped his rose lips as his eyes remained shut. Lithuania admired the nation's pretty face and blond hair falling all over it.

  He cranked his neck up and saw Poland had latched himself completely onto his body. His legs were tangled in an impossible way around his own, and his arms forcefully clung onto his chest. Lithuania smiled sweetly and brought a hand to cup Poland's. He gently raised the hand and carefully placed it down against Poland's chest. However, the limb snaked up Lithuania's body and rested on his shoulder this time, the arm crossing his chest completely.

  The brunet frowned in confusion. He repeated the action slowly, not wanting to wake Poland. But once again, his hand made it's way to Lithuania's shoulder, tightening the embrace. His legs and chest were being compressed as Poland clasped onto his lover. Lithuania breathed out, a smile curling up onto his face.

  "Poland," whispered the country softly in his native language. "Could you please let go of me?" He gently stroked Poland's face while murmuring tenderly. Poland buried his face between Lithuania's shoulder and the mattress.

"I can't understand you," muttered the sleepy blond in Polish.

Lithuania raised an eyebrow and chuckled at Poland's cuteness. "Of course you can," claimed the brunet.

The stubborn nation shook his head violently. "I can not."

  Lithuania gave in and repeated himself in Polish, "Okay, if you say so. Could you please let go of me, Poland dear?" The shy country smiled at the nickname, knowing his lover would react.

"No."

Lithuania frowned again. He sighed and pursued talking. "What–what do you mean no?" smiled the brunet nervously.

"No means no. I won't let you go," mumbled Poland against Lithuania's arm.

  "But why?" quizzed the Baltic nation.

"Because."

Lithuania waited for Poland to continue his explanation but his didn't. "Because..?" trailed Lithuania, hoping Poland would pursue.

"Just because! I don't want you to leave!" grumbled the blond as his embrace tightened.

Lithuania smiled and patted his partner's head. "But I have to get up, so do you. We have work," cooed the blue-eyed country.

  Poland rubbed his head against Lithuania's side and aggressively cuddled him. "Nope. Don't wanna," whined the blond. Lithuania sighed exasperated and shook his head. He shifted and managed to roll on top of Poland. "Noooooooo," wailed the crushed country. He let go and Lithuania rolled to the other side. Poland pouted as Lithuania grinned triumphantly.

"No fair..."

  The brunet pushed himself up then hovered over Poland, softly kissing his nose. The emerald-eyed nation covered his nose with his hands and scowled in disagreement. Lithuania ignored the dirty look and stood up. "I'll go make breakfast," announced Lithuania glancing back at Poland, who grumpily rolled on the bed and sprawled himself all over it. He muttered something angrily under his breath which made Lithuania chuckle. He exited the room smiling, leaving Poland alone with his childish behaviors.