[APH fanfiction] Project Polska (Chapter 2)
Title: Project Polska
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: America/Poland, some LietPol
Rating: PG (for now)
Summary: America decides that Poland needs more friends, but once he gets to know him realizes that Poland is pretty fabulous in his own right.
Chapter 1
Notes: Hey, I'm surprised and flattered there's so much interest in this story, I'll do my best to keep it going in addition to the other ones I'm working on!
Everyone seems really supportive of America/Poland, and LietPol is canon anyway. So would you guys like this to turn into AmeriPolLiet eventually, or keep it just America/Poland with LietPol friendship?
~*~
"Hey, thanks for coming!" America started to offer his hand, then remembered how Poland had reacted the last time America had touched him. He quickly withdrew his hand, grinning broadly instead.
Poland eyed him dubiously. He'd heard a lot about America, both good and bad, but it had been Lithuania who'd convinced him to come.
"America's a world power now," he'd said. "Like Russia. You can make a lot worse friends. And besides that, he is pretty nice. A little loud, but nice. Give him a chance."
So when America called and invited to meet him somewhere for dinner, Poland agreed. From everything he'd heard, Poland had half expected a McDonald's, so he was pleasantly surprised when America offered to meet him at Red Lobster instead. At least they had dishes recognizable as food there.
"Have a seat!" America's wide grin was still in place, and from what Poland could tell, his enthusiasm wasn't false. He was genuinely happy and excited to be having dinner with Poland. If it was a mask, it was a really, really good one, and Poland had gotten very good at seeing past masks over the years.
"So what's your name?" America was still talking as Poland sat down. "Your human name, I mean. You've got one, right? Mine's Alfred. Alfred F. Jones."
"Feliks Łukasiewicz." Poland leaned his elbows cautiously on the table, tucking his hair behind his ear. "What's the 'F' stand for?"
"Fitzgerald," America answered promptly, beaming in what Poland identified as pride. "The Kennedys named a son after me." His expression changed then, and Poland was surprised to see pain flicker behind his eyes before his smile flashed back into place. Poland made a mental note to Google 'Fitzgerald Kennedy' when he got home.
"Anyway, I'm really sorry about the other day," America had started talking again, drawing Poland's attention back to him. "I didn't mean to scare you or anything-"
"I wasn't scared," Poland cut in, tossing his head and frowning at him. "It'd totally take way more than you to scare me, okay? I'm like four times your age."
America held up his hands defensively and opened his mouth to apologize again when the waitress appeared to take their drink orders.
"Jack Daniels' finest, please." America grinned and gave the waitress a thumbs up, making her giggle. Poland was busy eying the wine list, wondering if any of them were worth the price. America leaned across the table, tilting his head to try and read the list upside-down. "That's the one Francis usually gets, I think," he pointed to one, giving Poland a sheepish smile and a shrug. "I don't know much about wines."
Poland was wary of France's taste in anything, but it was better than nothing. He ordered a glass, and America gave him a blinding smile.
"So, Feliks," America was talking again the moment the waitress left, and Poland wondered if he ever stopped. "You have a really interesting accent..."
"Duh," Poland rolled his eyes. "It's not like English is my first language or anything. It's not even my second."
"It's not?" America looked genuinely surprised, and Poland wondered if he was truly stupid or just dense.
"Polish," Poland started ticking them off on his fingers. "Lithuanian, Latin, French, Russian," he spat the word with so much venom that America actually leaned back in surprise. "I understand German but I defs don't speak it like at all. I didn't learn English until," he paused, remembering. "About the time you stole Liet."
"I what?" America blinked. "What's a Liet?"
Poland snorted back laughter. "Lithuania. He's my-"
America's eyes brightened, reminding Poland of an eager puppy dog. "Oh, hey cool, you know Lithuania?"
Poland did laugh at him then. "Duh! Liet and I are total BFFs! We used to be married for awhile."
"Married?!"
"Yeah. Like, Austria-Hungary? Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth, totally same thing."
America frowned, studying Poland's face. "I've never heard about that before."
Poland waved a hand, looking away. "It was way long ago, before you were even a colony. Liet and I used to kick ass all over Europe." He looked back in time to see America's disbelieving look and grinned. "Totes 100% true, swear to God. I remember when Russia was still a stupid little upstart enclave. I used to kick Prussia's ass when he was still the Teutonic Knights."
"The whats?"
"Oh my God, please tell me your Congress thingy is working on education reform, because that's just stupid."
America actually looked offended at that. "Hey, my education system is just fine! Just because I don't teach detailed history of every tiny little country in Europe-"
"Tiny?!" Poland's cheeks flushed pink and his eyes flashed angrily. "Just because I'm not a superpower anymore-" he took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He looked America in the eye as the waitress returned with their drinks and to take their orders.
"Come to Warsaw, and I will totally show you why Liet and I used to dominate Europe."
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: America/Poland, some LietPol
Rating: PG (for now)
Summary: America decides that Poland needs more friends, but once he gets to know him realizes that Poland is pretty fabulous in his own right.
Chapter 1
Notes: Hey, I'm surprised and flattered there's so much interest in this story, I'll do my best to keep it going in addition to the other ones I'm working on!
Everyone seems really supportive of America/Poland, and LietPol is canon anyway. So would you guys like this to turn into AmeriPolLiet eventually, or keep it just America/Poland with LietPol friendship?
~*~
"Hey, thanks for coming!" America started to offer his hand, then remembered how Poland had reacted the last time America had touched him. He quickly withdrew his hand, grinning broadly instead.
Poland eyed him dubiously. He'd heard a lot about America, both good and bad, but it had been Lithuania who'd convinced him to come.
"America's a world power now," he'd said. "Like Russia. You can make a lot worse friends. And besides that, he is pretty nice. A little loud, but nice. Give him a chance."
So when America called and invited to meet him somewhere for dinner, Poland agreed. From everything he'd heard, Poland had half expected a McDonald's, so he was pleasantly surprised when America offered to meet him at Red Lobster instead. At least they had dishes recognizable as food there.
"Have a seat!" America's wide grin was still in place, and from what Poland could tell, his enthusiasm wasn't false. He was genuinely happy and excited to be having dinner with Poland. If it was a mask, it was a really, really good one, and Poland had gotten very good at seeing past masks over the years.
"So what's your name?" America was still talking as Poland sat down. "Your human name, I mean. You've got one, right? Mine's Alfred. Alfred F. Jones."
"Feliks Łukasiewicz." Poland leaned his elbows cautiously on the table, tucking his hair behind his ear. "What's the 'F' stand for?"
"Fitzgerald," America answered promptly, beaming in what Poland identified as pride. "The Kennedys named a son after me." His expression changed then, and Poland was surprised to see pain flicker behind his eyes before his smile flashed back into place. Poland made a mental note to Google 'Fitzgerald Kennedy' when he got home.
"Anyway, I'm really sorry about the other day," America had started talking again, drawing Poland's attention back to him. "I didn't mean to scare you or anything-"
"I wasn't scared," Poland cut in, tossing his head and frowning at him. "It'd totally take way more than you to scare me, okay? I'm like four times your age."
America held up his hands defensively and opened his mouth to apologize again when the waitress appeared to take their drink orders.
"Jack Daniels' finest, please." America grinned and gave the waitress a thumbs up, making her giggle. Poland was busy eying the wine list, wondering if any of them were worth the price. America leaned across the table, tilting his head to try and read the list upside-down. "That's the one Francis usually gets, I think," he pointed to one, giving Poland a sheepish smile and a shrug. "I don't know much about wines."
Poland was wary of France's taste in anything, but it was better than nothing. He ordered a glass, and America gave him a blinding smile.
"So, Feliks," America was talking again the moment the waitress left, and Poland wondered if he ever stopped. "You have a really interesting accent..."
"Duh," Poland rolled his eyes. "It's not like English is my first language or anything. It's not even my second."
"It's not?" America looked genuinely surprised, and Poland wondered if he was truly stupid or just dense.
"Polish," Poland started ticking them off on his fingers. "Lithuanian, Latin, French, Russian," he spat the word with so much venom that America actually leaned back in surprise. "I understand German but I defs don't speak it like at all. I didn't learn English until," he paused, remembering. "About the time you stole Liet."
"I what?" America blinked. "What's a Liet?"
Poland snorted back laughter. "Lithuania. He's my-"
America's eyes brightened, reminding Poland of an eager puppy dog. "Oh, hey cool, you know Lithuania?"
Poland did laugh at him then. "Duh! Liet and I are total BFFs! We used to be married for awhile."
"Married?!"
"Yeah. Like, Austria-Hungary? Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth, totally same thing."
America frowned, studying Poland's face. "I've never heard about that before."
Poland waved a hand, looking away. "It was way long ago, before you were even a colony. Liet and I used to kick ass all over Europe." He looked back in time to see America's disbelieving look and grinned. "Totes 100% true, swear to God. I remember when Russia was still a stupid little upstart enclave. I used to kick Prussia's ass when he was still the Teutonic Knights."
"The whats?"
"Oh my God, please tell me your Congress thingy is working on education reform, because that's just stupid."
America actually looked offended at that. "Hey, my education system is just fine! Just because I don't teach detailed history of every tiny little country in Europe-"
"Tiny?!" Poland's cheeks flushed pink and his eyes flashed angrily. "Just because I'm not a superpower anymore-" he took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He looked America in the eye as the waitress returned with their drinks and to take their orders.
"Come to Warsaw, and I will totally show you why Liet and I used to dominate Europe."