In order to celebrate HETALIA'S anime adaptation. AXIS POWERS HETALIA KINK MEME

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Different Smiles 1/2

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This anon really hopes this is acceptable! It was actually a bit harder to work with no prompt to reign me in, cause I was worried it wouldn't be what you wanted. Well, I hope it's okay! <3

Lithuania had a wardrobe full of smiles, and Poland had seen them all. His partner took them out and slipped them on when he needed them- now nervous, now exasperated, now fond, now peaceful. There was a smile for every occasion, and once upon a time, Poland had known the meaning of each and every one. He had known the smile that meant he could get away with not doing his share of the chores, the smile that came before a goodnight kiss, the dazed smile that only ever showed itself when Liet lay exhausted and sweaty, curled up naked beside him in bed.

But on the day that Poland had plucked a handful of rue and tied it with one of his hair ribbons, on the day he’d availed himself of a bottle of midus intended for a gift, on the day in 1990 when he’d rapped brightly on the door of Lithuania’s new house, the face revealed by the opening door had held a smile he’d never seen before. It was a tired smile, framed by a mouth set too grimly and eyes lined beneath. It was a broken smile, an expression that had been cobbled together from memories long gone- but not successfully. Not entirely.

It was the smile that Lithuania was wearing now, and Poland hated it with the same sick twist of unease that he had felt the first time, hated it in a way that made him want to chase it away- with words, or kisses, or kindness.

“That apron is, like, not cute at all on you,” he said instead, because it was easier. “You should so get a different color.”

Lithuania glanced up sharply from where he stood outlined against the window; he had been somewhere else, somewhen else, and the memories lingered in his eyes before he blinked them away. The smile wavered, slipped away to be replaced with a perplexed little frown- and Liet reached around to tug the article in question down in front. “It’s not an accessory, you know. It’s to keep me from getting food on my clothes.”

“Tch.” Poland uncoiled from the couch like a cat stretching, padded across the floor until he reached the brunette. The smirk that crossed his lips was insolent, accentuated with half-lidded eyes. “You could totally pull off pink, though.” This time it was Poland whose hands took the garment by its hem, pinched it between two fingers and shook it, the gesture playful. “And like, if it was just for cooking? You so would’ve left it in the kitchen when you finished.”

“Well, there’s no sense in taking it off if I have to clean up out here anyway.” One of Lithuania’s eyebrows quirked downwards to favor Poland with a look that bordered on exasperation.

In reply, the little blonde grinned at him unrepentantly. “And now you’re gonna be all like, ‘Oh my god, Poland, do more chores,’ again, right? You are way predictable.”

The fact that a protest was coming showed itself in the way Lithuania drew himself up, in the way he opened his mouth as though to speak- but Poland took advantage of the moment in order to step in closer, erased the distance between them with a movement both decisive and sensual. The touch of Poland’s tongue along Liet’s lower lip, mischievous, stilled whatever words he had intended, and a surprise both mild and amused filled the brunette’s eyes.