It turned out to be a surprisingly nice day, all things considered. Poland had some doubts about spending Fat Thursday with Germany (the guy was so stiff iron was bendy in comparision), but those proved quite unfounded. That is, Germany had been stiff and awkward, and well, Germany, but wasn’t opposed to eating pączki.
Come to think of it, he had been kind of cute. He actually made the treats, which was like totally super cute and awesome. Poland didn’t neglect to tell this Germany and had quite a lot of fun seeing the other nation blush like a tomato.
“It’s like totally easy,” Poland said. “Come on, say it with me: pączek.”
“D-don’t be silly,” Germany said and promptly took a bite of a Berliner just to be sure Poland wouldn’t harass him like that. He had tried to say the stupid word several times already and couldn’t get it right.
“It’s like ‘ą’,” Poland continued, completely ignoring Germany’s protests. “You were nearly there the last time. Now stop stuffing your face and, like, try again.”
“Pontschek?”
“Awmigod, I told you already,” Poland groaned, somewhat theatrically. “Pączek. It’s not ‘on’ it’s totally ‘ą’.”
“I can’t hear the difference,” Germany grumbled, looking away.
This was just what Poland had been waiting for. The smaller nation didn’t waste time and without a warning landed on Germany’s lap, his nose touching the other’s cheek. He licked a bit of icing that remained on Germany’s cheek and grinned deviously, as he watched the blonde blush and stutter incoherently.
Poland/Germany - Fat Thursday
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It turned out to be a surprisingly nice day, all things considered. Poland had some doubts about spending Fat Thursday with Germany (the guy was so stiff iron was bendy in comparision), but those proved quite unfounded. That is, Germany had been stiff and awkward, and well, Germany, but wasn’t opposed to eating pączki.
Come to think of it, he had been kind of cute. He actually made the treats, which was like totally super cute and awesome. Poland didn’t neglect to tell this Germany and had quite a lot of fun seeing the other nation blush like a tomato.
“It’s like totally easy,” Poland said. “Come on, say it with me: pączek.”
“D-don’t be silly,” Germany said and promptly took a bite of a Berliner just to be sure Poland wouldn’t harass him like that. He had tried to say the stupid word several times already and couldn’t get it right.
“It’s like ‘ą’,” Poland continued, completely ignoring Germany’s protests. “You were nearly there the last time. Now stop stuffing your face and, like, try again.”
“Pontschek?”
“Awmigod, I told you already,” Poland groaned, somewhat theatrically. “Pączek. It’s not ‘on’ it’s totally ‘ą’.”
“I can’t hear the difference,” Germany grumbled, looking away.
This was just what Poland had been waiting for. The smaller nation didn’t waste time and without a warning landed on Germany’s lap, his nose touching the other’s cheek. He licked a bit of icing that remained on Germany’s cheek and grinned deviously, as he watched the blonde blush and stutter incoherently.
Icing was the best.