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You were started to get freaked out. Every time you, Poland, and Lithuania were in the same room, Lithuania would give you a funny look. If it was just you and him, it was normal, but the moment Poland walked into the room, Lithuania would smile at you or something. You had a feeling he was catching on. The two of you were sitting in your room, which was originally a quest room. Lithuania was a little quiet. "[Y/N]?" You looked at him. "What?" "I know that you have a crush on Pola-" he began, but you interrupted him. "What? Me? Hahaha, that's funny, Lithuania!" you said all too quickly, laughing nervously. He smiled at you. "Don't w

 You held the chocolate bar up to Poland's face. "Take a bite!" The nation waved you off, or at least tried to. "No, chocolate makes you fat." You looked at Poland, raising an eyebrow. "One little bite won't hurt." You pushed it up against his face, trying to force him to take it, but he only turned his head and the candy pressed up gainst his cheek. "No!" He cried, running away. You chased him. "C'mon, Poland! I got this from Switzerland just for you!" Poland ran into his room and hid under his bed. You found him quickly and waved the candy in front of his nose. "It's not gonna make you fat. It's low in fat, or calories, or whateve

 There was a ringing noise echoing through the house. It was what, four A.M? Who was calling Poland in the middle of the night? Or...morning? The ringing stopped. "Hello?" It was Lithuania. He must have answered. You rolled to the other side and adjusted the covers over your body. "Wha...! N-No! I...!" You sat up and rubbed your eyes. What was going on? Lithuania sounded scared...no, terrified. Climbing out of bed, you yawned and headed to Lithuania.  You spotted the nation clutching the phone, holding it against his head and shivering, his face a ghostly white. You tapped his shoulder and said, "Lithuania? Are you okay? Y

 "[Y/n],  what are you doing sleeping in here?" You woke up, rubbing your eyes. You looked up at the door to see Poland standing there holding a towel. "Why aren't you sleeping in your room, or at least on something that isn't the floor?" You didn't have much of an answer for that question, or, at least one that you wanted to tell him. "I was..uh..." Poland flipped his hair. "Whatever. Get out, I need to wash this." He toyed with a golden lock and looked at you with little interest. You got to your feet and yawned. "Sorry..." The man waved a hand airily at you. "It's totally not a big deal." "No, not this," you said, giving a

 What was taking Poland so long? It was two hours ago when you told the man that he had to get ready, and it took you less than thirty minutes to get ready yourself! "Poland? Are you almost ready?" you asked, knocking on the door of his room. "Lithuania and I are ready... we're supposed to be going to dinner! By the time you're done, it'll be time for breakfast." "Fabulousness like mine doesn't just happen, [y/n]," Poland said from his room, almost in a sing-song voice. "You should take a few lessons." You blinked. "Hey! Don't insult me!" "I'm totally not insulting you," Poland said. Sighing, you backed away from his door. "Alrig