It was time. Time for what? Time for you to go through all of your clothing and figure out what you needed to get rid of. And it wasn't going to be pretty.

You tied your hair back into a ponytail and started yanking everything out of your dresser and closet, throwing it all onto the floor. No point in being neat about it. Grabbing your stereo remote, you started your music and sat down in the whirlpool of clothes.

Since it was the middle of summer, you decided that going through your cold weather clothes would be the best place to start. So you sifted through the mountains of fabric until you found the majority of your winter stuff. You pulled out turtle necks, sweaters, hoodies, sweat pants, and anything that was too warm for the hotter parts of the year.

Deciding on a few things you wanted to get rid of, you grabbed a large shopping bag and began putting the folded give-away clothes into it. You were so wrapped up in your task that you didn't notice a person literally materialize in your doorway.

You held up a light purple turtle neck that had a dark blue design running over it and tilted your head to the side, debating on if you should keep it or not.

"Like, you better not be thinking of getting rid of that. That color is like, totally amazing." You shrieked and spun around so fast you ended up falling into one of the piles of clothes. The person, who sounded creepily familiar, laughed at you, which made you flush in embarrassment.

You extracted yourself from your garments and started to stand, only to fall back down when you saw who the person was.

"P-Poland?!" you squeaked, clutching a shirt to your chest. He raised an eyebrow and stared down at you.

"Like, how do you know who I am?" You shakily stood up again and quickly found one of your Hetalia books. After handing it to him, you sank down to the floor again, barely able to hold yourself up. There was a country in your apartment. How does that even happen????
Poland was casually flipping through your book, looking bored if anything. You just stared at him, amazed that he didn't seem affected by this situation.

You jumped when he smacked the book closed and tossed it onto your bed.

"So, I'm like, not in the same place, huh?" You smacked yourself in the face at his nonchalant tone.

"I guess not," you muttered. He hummed in response and looked around your room.

"Are you, like, spring cleaning?"

"One, it's summer, so no. Two, don't you care at all about being in another world?" He shrugged and picked up an old, green mini skirt of yours.

"Could I try this on?" You could only stare in disbelief and give him the go-ahead. He grinned in excitement and proceeded to undress right in front of you. A weird sound that was something between a shriek and a gasp escaped you as you hurriedly pushed him out of your room and into the bathroom down the hall.

You didn't hear him yelling at you because you'd slammed the door behind him and gone back into your room. What was happening to your life?

Barely a minute later, Poland came back in with your skirt on. You had to admit; it looked good on him. And since you hadn't worn it in years, you figured he could keep it and told him so.

"No way! Really??" he asked, eyes sparkling. When you nodded, he picked you up and spun you around in a hug.

"So, since I'm wearing your clothes, I should probably ask you for your name."

"No. Really?" you muttered sarcastically, head still spinning.

"Well excuse me, Miss Priss. You don't have to be rude."

"Sorry," you drawled, rolling your eyes. "My name's (Full Name)."

"Cool. You can call me Feliks, broski."

"Right. Thanks."


--Timeskip—


"(Name)! Where is that green mini skirt you gave me?!" You slouched further into the couch, hoping that maybe if you ignored him, your housemate would forget what he wanted and leave you alone. Feliks was in an extremely girly mood today, and you wanted no parts of it. He was acting even more girly than an actual girl and it was grating on your nerves.

As much as you loved the cross-dressing Polish man, you were not about to be trampled over by a man who had worse PMS than you.

"(NAME)!" he shrieked into your ear, causing your face to contort in pain as you fell over. You grabbed a pillow and slammed it over your head, refusing to look at the source of your discomfort.

"Feliks, if you can't ask nicely and stop SHRIEKING IN MY EAR, I'm just going to throw the damn thing away!"

"B-but…WHY?!" he gasped dramatically.

"Because you're being obnoxious!"

"But, like, that skirt's really important to me!" You removed your fluffy shield and looked back at him.

"And why is that?" Feliks grew wide-eyed as a large blush covered the majority of his face. He put his fists on his hips and glared over at the TV. You arched an eyebrow and sat up properly.

"Feliks." An eye twitch. "Why is that skirt important to you?" He huffed and glanced at you quickly before looking away again.

"Because it's…," he mumbled whatever he'd begun saying.

"Feliks, I can't hear you. You're going to have to speak up."

"I said, it's because that was the first thing you ever gave me and it used to be yours!" You blinked slowly as you registered what he'd just told you. When realization dawned on you, a furious blush to rival Feliks' spread across your face.

"Uh-uh-uh-uh," was your intelligent response as Feliks turned back to you.

Seeing that you weren't going to be responding any time soon, Feliks decided on his next course of action and took it. And "it" ended up being slamming his lips onto yours with enough force to bruise. He had fallen into you hard enough that you fell back against the couch with him hovering over you.

When he pulled away, your eyes opened; although you didn't remember closing them. The two of you just looked at each other before Feliks slowly leaned down to give you another kiss, moving slowly enough to give you time to reject his advances.

But such an idea was far from your mind as you let him press his lips to yours much more gently than the first time. He began to pull away and you followed, not wanting to give up the feeling just yet.

After several moments of soft kissing, you both reluctantly pulled away. Feliks shifted the two of you until you were lying between his legs and leaning against his chest.

"That was like, pretty nice." You had to laugh at the calm that Feliks was exuding now that he knew you returned his feelings.

"Yes it was," you said in agreement, snuggling further into him.


--Extended Ending--


"So does this mean I can't wear your clothes anymore?"

"For god's sake, Feliks."