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Thirty-Fourth Entry [Accidental Video/Action]

[Poland stumbles as he makes his way through the fifth floor corridor. He looks utterly drained and exhausted.]

Gawd, that was like, a total suckfest... [Sigh] Oh, well, whatevs.

[He opens the door to his room, damned near falling in as he calls out to Liet.]

I'm like, hoooooome...

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But... [He looked crestfallen, or at least tryied. What would his stupid other do in this situation... All of this was ridiculous.

The mirror leaned over and placed his hand over Poland's, attemting to lace is fingers through the nation's ones.]

[Poland held his hand, but kept frowning.]

Liet, I just got freaking kidnapped. Seriously. Do you have any clue how big a mood-killer that is?

...

Kidnapped.

[He gets the feeling that he shouldn't just ignore that, that Lithuania wouldn't. He pays way too much attention to this Poland's whims, really.]

Yeah. You know, like, 'cause of the Queen? Where'd you think I was for like, two days?

...Wouldn't it be better if you tried to distract you from that?

[Smiles and pets the blond's hair.]

[He pouts, trying to think. Liet is always looking out for him...]

Maybe... I guess I could like, go play dress-up or something?

[...He smiles.]

I'll help you.

[The blond blinks, then smiles hopefully. Liet wants to play with him? He acts embarrassed about his clothes so often, it's nice to think that he'd want to be involved!]

For serious? You could like, help me pick something super cute~

[Of course he would. Because a Poland that changes his clothes means a Poland that is half way naked.]

Sure, I can do that.

[Poland scurries over to the closet, humming thoughtfully.]

Any ideas~?

...You could try putting up your hair? [A bit helpless.]

I meant, like, for the clothes. But whatever, I can come up with something~

[He pulls out a late renaissance outfit--he's been reading up on fashion developments--and drapes it over a chair, beginning to strip.]

[M!Lithuania waits until Poland is about as naked as he will get and then strolls over to him, picking up the shirt from the ground and placing it on the table, while stealing sidelong glances at the nation.]

[Lithuania is Lithuania, so Poland goes ahead ans stripe most of the way before he reaches for the underlayer of the dress.]

[And that is when the mirror steps around the nations and wraps his arms around the blond's torso, pulling the lither male against his chest.]

[Poland's cheeks flare bright red, and he squirms, a little uncomfortably.]

L-Liet?

[Places a kiss on Poland's ear, letting his tongue dart out and swipe over the soft skin beneath his lips. No teeth yet... he wants to have always something to add to it as long as possible.]

You're too tempting.

[Involuntarily, he lets out a soft, shaky groan. He really wasn't expecting that, and the other boy's mouth is so warm and soft on his skin...]

W-What? Um. S-Sorry, I like, wasn't--I mean, I didn't think--Liet!

[He sounds rather scandalized. Liet's supposed to be better than him at resisting temptation!]

[This Lithuania doesn't even try to resist, though. He considers resisting something like that really, really silly.

He nuzzles the hair at the back of Poland's head, hiding his grin. But his voice sounds worried and a bit embarrassed.] Did it feel bad?

No, I just--didn't I like, just say how I'm not up for that kind of stuff right now?

But I am. [His arms are still around Poland, tightening slightly to be able to spin him around, sandwhich him between the mirror and the nearby wall at any given moment.] ...I'd really like to be selfish this one time.

Liet! Oh my God, what's gotten into you today? [Tries to pull away from him.]

[aaaaand now Poland will find himself trapped between Lithuania and the wall, the mirror's hands making quick work of the blond's remaining clothes.]

Maybe I've just grown tired of waiting for you?

[The blond shoves him away, hard.]

You know I've got my reasons to want to wait! It's totally not like you to be such a jerk about it!

[And Lithuania grabs Poland, trying to hold on to him and shove him down, onto his knees... and then attempts to slap him, hard.]

I'm not being a jerk about it, I'm reasonable.

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