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[A/N: RussiaxPoland. Don't like? Hopefully I can change your mind.
Ok well I love Poland pairings and this one is, without a doubt, in my top three because it's very fun to write and read. I hope that you guys will enjoy it too, please let me know about anything you think could've been better. I love criticism that helps me improve my writing!~ ;3]

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Start of something, like, totes beautiful, da?
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I sat in my chair at the world conference, my soft blonde hair was parted perfectly down the middle, my emerald green eyes shone vividly, and my lips were beautifully crafted. The shirt I wore clung to a fit and thin and fit body and my skirt showed off long legs while I'd blink with naturally long and curly eyelashes that some girls would kill for.

"He totally, like, never noticed." I spoke aloud to myself softly looking down the table at Lithuania, my Lithuania, my Liet, my Toris, whom was sitting back in a chair ignoring the female giving his arm a death grip, Belarus muttered something to him and he chuckled. When Natalia looked away Toris turned to me and gave a thumbs up, he turned his attention back in the chair before I could give him a justifiable death-glare.

"I totally only told you to, like, 'play it cool' 'cause I totally thought you'd never pull it off." I muttered to myself in agitation, and this isn't all either, I haven't had any snacks in a while, seeing how Toris was no longer buying. My low blood sugar makes me cranky, super cranky I'm used to eating every half hour and I haven't eaten all day. I sighed at the annoying sound in my ears while rubbing my temples; I looked the loud speaker in the eyes. America's eyes drifted across the room and stopped when he got to my glare. Alfred's speaking wavered slightly under it but I kept it steady and didn't even blink.

"Dude ok! Let's take a five minute break then come back." Alfred stated before walking out complaining about something. While everyone filed out I stayed in my seat and watched the 'happy couple' leave, I could only sigh to myself and block out what would be happening between them during the five minutes. A gloved hand was placed on my shoulder, I turned and looked up at Russia and that damned smile of his.

"Lend me a moment of your time, da?" Ivan asked, I turned and rested my head in my hands.
"I'm totally not in the mood to, like, 'lend you my time'." I responded curtly, Ivan ignored me.

"Good. Now can you tell me why Lithuania and Belarus have gotten so close? I am very grateful that she is leaving me alone but I was curious of the reason." He explained, I sighed and got up from the table not feeling up for dealing with him.

"Like, go ask Toris. I'm totally not his keeper." I scoffed walking around the larger country, Ivan grabbed my arm and turned me back.

"Your tone comes off as very rude, da? What has little Feliks so angry?" Ivan smiled before placing a rough hand on my head much like he does to Latvia. I pushed his hand off angrily.

"It's totally none of your business and, like, don't touch my hair you'll totally mess it up. I'm so, like, not in the mood for you right now." I glared, he smiled.

"I don't care what kind of mood you are in Feliks. You should watch your tone or bad things will happen, da?" He threatened, I blinked at him for a moment before laughing and placing a hand on my hip.

"Look I'm totally not cowering away from you, I'm totes tired of everyone thinking that they can, like, do what they want to me."

"Ah?~ Why do you not cower Feliks?" Ivan smiled.

"'Cause I'm totally not afraid of you and I'm, like, gonna tell you what I think. In fact, you, like, totally piss me off!"

"You should be afraid comrade, and your tone of voice pisses me off. So we're even, da?" Ivan accentuated poking me very roughly in the forehead. I stared him in the eyes and balled my fists as people filled back in.

"Don't. Touch. Me." I bit taking my seat, in the corner of my eye I could've sworn I saw him smile and not the usual smile he always gives. I rolled my eyes and stared at the wall for the rest of the meeting.

Afterward my stomach was growling so much it was annoying the hell out of me, I was even crankier if that's even possible.  I walked down the hall and Alfred looked at me in passing.

"Dude what happened to your face?" He asked, I looked at him and blinked at him and walked into a nearby bathroom. I looked in the mirror and, sure enough, I had, for the first time in my life, I cursed my soft skin seeing how there was a bruise beginning to form when Ivan had poked me. My annoyance and stress began to show on my face as well since I how had light bags under my eyes and my natural glow dulled. I balled my fists and punched the mirror in fury and screamed eager to blame someone.

"I, like, totally hate that damn Russian to the max!" I yelled, letting my bleeding hand hang limp.

"You called?" Ivan's voice sounded off from behind me, I turned to him swiftly and gave him a bloody flipping off with my injured hand.

"Fuck. You." I spat, he smiled and approached me.

"It appears as though you've had a rough day…also you've hurt your hand comrade." He practically sang like a gay Broadway actor, I glared and turned back to the sink to pick shards out of my hand.

"As if anyone in your family totally ever gave a damn if someone, like, got hurt." I grumbled to myself only to have it bounce back. Gotta love bathroom acoustics.

"Ah~, now I get it. Natalia just had a change of heart and has liked Toris back, leaving little Pol'sha alone." He hit the nail on the head. Hearing it played back and lain out to me made the sting worse, I ignored him and continued to clean my hand.

"Hmm? Nothing to say Feliks? Where's that strong mind and big mouth of yours comrade?" He asked.

"Go away." I ordered with my back to him, he put his hand on my shoulder and I turned with a glare blocked by tears.

"Don't! Touch! Me! You're, like, totally annoying. Go, like, piss off someone else you commie vodka bastard!" I yelled at him, he blinked for a moment then smiled.

"There we go, back to normal. Ah, Toris is missing out on an interesting person, da?" Ivan smiled, I looked him in the eyes.

"What the hell kind of game are you, like, playing?" I glared, he reached out to touch me, I avoided.

"If you, like, touch me one more time I'll totally whomp you, fer sure!" I warned, hating being toyed with. He simply smiled and gently poked my forehead; I swung my leg up to kick him in the face. You don't mess with an ex-cheerleader. He grabbed my leg before it got to his head and smiled at me.

"So bold. Oh? I can see up your skirt Polska, nice panties, although yellow might suit you better." He sounded mockingly, I blushed and scowled at him.

"Just, like, shut. Up!" I yelled grabbing the sink and bending myself backwards to successfully kick him. As he took a step backwards from the kick he yanked me off the sink and I fell to the floor and his hand wrapped around both my wrists before pulling me back up and pressing me between him and the wall. I looked Ivan in the eyes giving him my best glare.

"You hit me, da?" He asked still smiling, I groaned wanting to rip it the hell off.

"Yes! Yes I hit you! You're so totally annoying! I'd totally do it again if your fat-ass wasn't all on me! Now move!" I yelled, he smiled.

"Why would I do that? You are threatening to hit me again Feliks. It would not hurt of course but it is still not nice."

"Not hurt huh? Why don't you totally tell that to your face it's, like, red."

"Ah~ but all I did was poke you and you have a bruise comrade." Ivan reminded.

"I totally don't give a damn if you, like, did it with your pinky and a freaking piece of paper! I, like, don't care if you're stronger than me as long as I totally get in a good hit or two I'll be happy! That's totally what you need! You, like, need someone to totally beat the crap out of you and deflate that gigantanormous ego you have!" I yelled going red in the face, he smiled.

"You're fun to mess with." I exhaled.
"You're an ass."

"You feel better, da? It's not good to hold in emotions comrade. It makes you bitter…more bitter." He explained, I blinked at him not sure of what to say so I commented on the part I'd rather talk about.

"I'm totally not bitter." I mumbled, Ivan noticed I was avoiding the first topic and reached out to pat my head gently.

"Da, you are. Now come, let's go drink." It sounded like more of a question than a command.

We sat at a bar tossing back shot after shot of vodka in silence, the bar tender eventually left us two bottles of our preferred brand so he wouldn't have to come back. 'Lazy ass' I thought bitterly only to sigh at the thought and inhale another shot that warmed me although I felt so cold, then I felt as though the shot glass wasn't enough and I simply grabbed the bottle. My eyes shifted lazily from my bottle to his and I opened my mouth.

"Don't start it Pol'sha." He warned, I smiled.

"And you totally say I'm the bitter one. Face facts: I. Invented. Vodka. Get over it." I sang drinking from the bottle.

"Nyet. You didn't. It was in my home long before you "brought" it over." He argued but smiled all the same turning to me.

"Bull! I totally had it first. Polish wódka is the best and the original."

"It's weak and for women and children."

"When you drink like a fish it totally is. Mine has rich flavor, yours is just alcohol. Plain and simple. You know if you were, like, human you'd totally be dead from all that drinking, right?" I inquired earning a light chuckle.

"Then you'd be human and also dead."

"Nope! I'm a phoenix! Totally nothing can keep me down."

"Except for Toris and Natalia." He muttered into his glass, I fell silent for a beat and stood.

"Shut up…I totally don't know why I came with you." He grabbed my hand still drinking and not looking at me. His eyes were focused forward, I flopped back into my seat. "You're a fucking child." I grumbled drinking more.

"You're acting childish as well Pol'sha. You can't ignore this. It hurts when your feelings are cast aside, da?" I eyed him and leaned on the counter.

"Why do you care? Don't you, like, get a kick out of seeing me hurt?" I asked trying to keep depression out of my tone.

"Ah…I'd rather it be by my hand. Why don't you shiver like the others? I've beaten you many times but you refuse to let me tower you." I suppose we're playing 20 questions with each other, I shrugged.

"You just don't scare me. I'd rather stand fighting and get my ass kicked than back down. Remember way back when, I kicked your ass and took Yekaterina and Natalia off your hands. After that you didn't back down from me." I noted, he gave me one dry heave that I decided to take as a chuckle. It was quiet for a long time until he spoke.

"We used to be friends, da?....what happened?" I shrugged.

"History. Bosses. Wars. Betrayals…we just…changed…and you became an ass." He smiled.

"You too." It grew silent after that for a while and it was my turn to break the silence.

"Do you want to know why I call you mean names and tell you off?" I asked tracing my finger around my forgotten shot glass, he drank and shrugged.

"I'm certain you'll tell me either way." I turned my body to him.

"It's because nobody else does. You just go on living and having everyone pissing their panties at your gaze. I think how unfair it is that nobody messes with you. Nobody tells you when you're being a jerk." I watched him keep drinking and I sighed. "Then…I thought about how people would, like, avoid you and junk. And how lonely it might be. Don't get me wrong you're still a complete and total ass but you're just, like, a kid and you don't know how to not be an ass." I watched him turn to me and flip the glass I was fingering upside down.

"Toris is an idiot." He spoke slowly and finished his bottle, I grinned and waved the bartender over.

"He totally is. But let's not be old drunk grumps, we should totally be fun annoying drunks!~" I sang as the bottle was set in front of him, he took it and smiled. "Zdrówko!" I cheered raising my bottle, he tapped his against mine, a clap of thunder echoed the dull sound.

"Ypa!"

We stumbled in his house over each other, soaked from the storm. Him, still clinging to his fifth bottle of vodka while mine was long forgotten, shattered on the side of the road. Hell, how we even got here was a mystery, all I knew was that I was hungry.

"I-van. W…where's your kitchen….'cause, like…..I don't live here." He pointed in what seemed like a random direction. I frowned and walked well…swayed is more like it. "If…if this isn't where it is… Ima to-tally whomp you like I used to." I threatened he grabbed my hand and spun me around.

"I-we both know I am still stronger." He grinned, I stumbled backwards putting one hand on my hip.

"You…piss me off." I declared glaring, Ivan chuckled standing at his full height rather unsteadily.

"I can say same, comrade." I took a step on alcohol affected legs while whining.
"You totally t-talk too much~…sh..shut up, fer sure." It was his turn to take a step only he smiled goofily, eyes brimming with a cockiness that irked me.

"Make me." I grabbed his scarf and yanked him to my height for a full blown argument, losing his balanced we both landed on the floor. Actually more like, I landed on the floor and he landed on me.

"Fucking fata-" My whine was cut off by a rough kiss, I was still upset so I kissed back just as furiously. Both my arms snaked around his shoulder and hands mussed white hair. The fight for dominance went on, our tongues dueled and danced around each other, neither wanting to give. In a swiftly clumsy motion he was back on his feet holding me up with one arm so our battle could continue. I moaned lightly at the display and gave him control, feeling his smirk against my lips I locked my fingers in his hair and pulled earning a soft growl-like- moan. Wet clothes clung to skin, breathing and panting filled the air with alcohol, beads of water fell from hair and hit the hallway floor. (Un)fortunately once we hit the bed, we were both out like a light.

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[A/N: Welp, all doneee!~ Hopefully it's a pretty good story so far!~ Also I hate LithuaniaxBelarus but I wasn't going to have him forever alone in this story…plus having this little "switch" is fun.]