Hetalia! ~Country X Reader

Poland X Reader~ Am I Ugly?

When you were little, you loved seeing the pretty dresses and the beautiful makeup all those other pretty girls wore, and you became jealous of them.
It made you feel...insecure.
So, you began to cake your face in makeup, trying to feel pretty for once.
It wasn't easy, you had to admit.

You constantly had to curl your eyelashes, and apply incompetent amounts of makeup before school, making you almost miss first period every morning.
Yet, no one noticed.

Living in the country of Poland, it felt to you that all girls were beautiful there, and you were supposed to be born in an uglier country.
It felt....wrong, to you, somehow.

Well, that is, until you met him.
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You decided to stop wearing makeup one day, and simply left a natural face that was once untouched with all those ugly chemicals.
He noticed you straight away, eyeing you at the corner of his eye.
He had neck-lengthened blond hair, with wonderful green eyes.
He smiled at you when you turned your head to ask him a question that involved any subject.

You, of course, couldn't help but smile back.
Oh, he had a great sense of fashion, and everything about him was beautiful, but he was....different.
Most would think of him as gay, which is perfectly okay, but he just had a strong sense of fashion.

So, when he asked you out, it had went something like this.

"Are you for real?"

"What? Like, totally! I like, like like you!" He said grinning.

"Yeah...but..." You hesitated.

"But what? Do you like, not like me back? 'Cause that's like, totally okay!" He said nervously.

You chuckled and shook your head.

"No...I like you too...but..." You said trailing off.

"Huh?"

"....I thought you would think I was...ugly..." You whispered as you looked away.

He gasped and put a hand on your cheek.

"Like, why the hell would I like, think that?? You're so different from all those like, Barbie dolls!" He said happily.

"Really?" You asked, surprised.

"Oh totally! And you like, have that totally vicked cook hipster pink streak in your hair! I love it!" He said before kissing you lightly, a simple first kiss that could make anyone weak in the knees.

What could you say? Feliks Łukasiewicz really had a knack at making you feel.....gorgeous.