Liet: um...poland why are u staring at my shirt?
Poland: *begins to sing* let me borrow that top, boven let me borrow that top, boven let me borrow that top, boven i want to borrow that top
Liet: *confused face* eh...what poland?
Poland: *grabs Liet's shirt* that's such a cute top! that's such a cute top! i wanna borrow it let me borrow the top, boven
Liet: *sighs and face plants*
Poland: aren't we friends? aren't we friends? so what's the problem? let me borrow the top, boven
Liet: ugh..no thank u Poland i don't want u to borrow my top
Poland: let me borrow that top, boven let me borrow that top, boven let me borrow that top, boven LET ME BORROW...

Poland sighed contently, HE. WAS. BORED. then he rolled over sighing again "what's wrong Poland?" Lithuania asked looking down at him. "Oh like nothings wrong, it just that i'm like, SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TOATLLY BORED" Poland zei then he sighed again "you know i can take u to that field that we were before...where...you..did that...you know....THING..." Lithuania zei smiling instantly Poland sat up and placed his hands on Liet's cheeks "well...i was like..." then Poland began to verplaats his head vooruit, voorwaarts slowly, blushing. "Thinking of...like...a.....k-kiss"...