It All Began With A... (Hetalia x Reader)

It All Began With A...
Chapter Twenty
We've Figured It Out! (Part One)

It took a while until we finally arrived back at the mansion, Taiwan, who had gotten an elderly woman's number from one of the stores was ranting the entire ride home about how the store did not one bit live up to it's name.

I walked up the stairs to go watch television and just chill with Canada while America went to go check on the progress that England and Norway was making. I entered the living room to see a new tennis table in the corner of the room and the Baltic around it playing. Emma sat on a chair beside Estonia as Latvia and Lithuania were playing against each other.

"Oh, hey guys!" Emma waved as she drank the rest of her soda pop.

"Sup!" I waved as I walked over and jumped on the couch. Canada walked around the couch and sat down beside his polar bear, Kumajirou.

"Nothing much, just waiting to see who I'm going to play against." She replied, her eyes never leaving the tennis table.

I was about to open my mouth to speak when I heard someone calling out for Lithuania.

"Liet! Like, where are you?" A green eyed blonde entered the room, no silly, not England!

"P-Poland?!" Lithuania exclaimed as he looked over at Poland and dropped the little tennis racket, letting Latvia hit the ball and hit Lithuania's cheek, "Ack!" He shouted, falling down.

"O-Oh, sorry...but, I WON!" He exclaimed.

Poland let out a sigh, he walked over, "Like, I totally need your help, Liet!" He exclaimed, upset.

"What's wrong?" Lithuania asked, standing up and looking at the glittery Poland who stood casually in a sparkly pink dress.

"Look at this!" Poland whined, unfolding a cut up shirt and laying it on the tennis table, "W-What did you do?" Lithuania asked, running his fingers through the strands of the shredded shirt.

"I don't know what I did wrong, Liet! Like, I totally swear that I like did EVERYTHING that the DIY said to do!" Poland viciously waved his arms around at the abomination of a shirt.

"I-I..." Lithuania stuttered.

As Poland continued to cry out and wave his arms, multiple glitter bottles in different colours fell out of the pocket on the dress.

Emma looked down at them for a moment before she looked over at Poland, "So ugh, why do you have all of those?"

"Huh?" Poland asked, not yet noticing the bottles of glitter, "Oh!"

Lithuania knelt down to help Poland pick them up before Poland proudly spoke, "Whenever I see someone's looking down, I just pour like a hand full of this stuff on them and then at least their sad face disappears as they angrily chase me!" He laughed proudly.

Everyone remained silent as he then continued with a laugh, "Haha, I carry around so much glitter that the humans call me Poland in the hood now."

"Ah, Poland..." Lithuania sighed as he handed all the glitter bottles back to Poland who put them all back into his dress pockets.

"Now, what exactly were you trying to accomplish here?" He asked, looking at the shredded shirt.

"Well, like, that American can totally do this kind of stuff, like, have you seen that American flag he painted on one of his shirts? It was totally radical and like, he told me to go to pinterest to check it out so I was like, 'Kay, whatever,' you know, playing it off as cool. So like, I played around on that site when I saw this link to a video that took me to youtube and so like, I watched the video and it taught me how to make a shirt!" He motioned to the shredded shirt.