Never Let Your Fear Decide Your Fate

Poland= Polska, Feliks 
Lithuania= Liet, Toris 

Poland quickly dialed Lithuania's number, tears streaming down his face. "Hello-" Poland cut him off. "Liet can you like, please get over here?!" Lithuania was surprised by Feliks outburst but quickly regained himself. "S-Sure, I'll be over right away." Toris said before hanging up. Poland dropped the phone and began to sob, collapsing onto the floor. 
A few minutes later he heard someone knock on the door but all he could do at that point was cry. Pain, frustration, and sadness had been building up in him through the past few weeks, though he tried his best to not let it show. But today had broken him,  the feeling had grown too strong and he was pushed over the edge, the feelings ran free. Poland heard the door burst open and someone rushed over to him. "Feliks, what's wrong?!" Lithuania asked, worry covering his face like a mask. Poland didn't respond, he just laid there and cried, sobs racking his body. So Liet pulled Polska into his lap and rubbed his back while murmuring soft, comforting words. 
After almost an hour of crying, Poland finally calmed down, though he was still whimpering a bit. "Polska, why were you crying?" Toris asked softly, stroking Poland's hair gently to help calm him down. "I-It was A-America and F-France." Poland mumbled. "What did they do?" Lithuania asked, the words coming out harsher than he had meant them to. "They-They made m-me tell t-them who I l-like." Poland muttered. Liet looked down and saw a pink tint spreading across the adorable cross-dressers face. That was one of the things Lithuania liked about Poland; he had his own style and there would never be anyone just like him.
"Why is that so bad?" Toris asked, feeling a twinge of jealousy. This just made Polska's blush darker. "They l-like made fun of m-me b-because it's a-a boy. They kept c-calling me g-gay and l-like said I-I'm a f-faggot." Feliks was crying again but he wasn't sobbing; he just had tears running down his face. "If it's okay for me to ask, who is it?" Lithuania asked, jealousy gnawing at him. This made Poland's face turn bright red, like one of Spain's tomatoes.
"K-Kocham c-cię"(1) Feliks whispered, then buried his face in Liets chest. Toris grinned and pulled Polska's face up to his.
"Aš tave myliu."(2) He said happily. Poland smiled and pressed his lips to Liet's.

If you like this story, please check out my other LietPol fanfiction: Not Your Fault, Please and Thank you!

1= I love you in polish
2= I love you in Lithuanian