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"Pleeeease Bela, c'mon! It'll be like, so much fun!"
"No. I'd rather ride home in the middle of the night than have a dumbass fucking sleepover with you."
It was the early hours of a Saturday night and, after having spent all day long at Poland's house getting a manicure as well as a haircut and eating dinner, Belarus was now literally being tugged at the bottom of her dress by a very stubborn Poland, who was begging her to stay the night for a sleepover. "C'mon," the blond man continued to plead with his brows furrowed and his lips pouted. "Please?" That's when he gave her the most pathetic 'puppy eyes' that the Slavic woman had ever seen.
As much as she didn't want to stay the night and as annoying Poland was being, Belarus still let out a heavy sigh of defeat (though it didn't come without a huge eye roll and a scowl). "Okay. Fine—you win. I'll stay the night."
Poland's entire mood changed then—he jumped into the air cheering and twirling, a wide grin on his face. "Yay!" he rushed up to Belarus and gave her a big, crushing hug.
Belarus was a bit startled at this, given how small Poland was. "Hmph...okay. You can let go of me now," she said, her voice hushed and cramped due to the hug.
Poland pulled back a little, a large smile still on his face. "Oops. Totally sorry about that. I'm just like, so excited!"
Belarus rolled her eyes again. "I'm sure you are."
In a flash, the Pole grabbed the Belarusian by her wrist, which made the woman gasp in surprise. "C'mon, Bela!" Poland urged. "I wanna pick out a movie for us to watch."
"Do you really have to tug me like this?" she hissed, trying to free herself from his grasp.
"Um, yes," Poland said, "or else you'll run away."
Belarus paused, her expression going quizzical. Touché, she thought to herself.
Soon enough, the two were sitting on Poland's couch, both with big bowls of popcorn in their arms and soda cans scattering the coffee table. They were watching some chick flick—which Belarus didn't expect to enjoy in the slightest (she usually watched either horror movies or documentaries in her spare time)...but, oddly enough, she actually found herself getting invested in the movie. Not in a good way, mind you—she and Poland just spent the majority of the time making fun of the main character, this basic blonde bimbo girl who was just about as dumb as a box of rocks. Belarus actually found herself cackling at some of the comments Poland made about her, though she tried to keep her enjoyment as hidden as possible (though it grew increasingly harder the farther the two got into the movie).
Finally, the movie ended; once it did, Poland clapped and quickly picked up the remote to flick it off.
"That was the worst fucking movie I've ever seen," Belarus said bluntly. "But...it was kind of fun to watch."
"Right?!" Poland responded, looking at her. "It's like...so bad it's good, y'know?"
Belarus nodded a little. "Yeah."
Right after she'd said that, Belarus cringed internally, just knowing that Poland would tease her now for admitting she'd actually had fun. And sure enough, he did. "Sooo...you did have fun!" he exclaimed, scooting closer to her. "Right? Right?"
Belarus quickly put a scowl back on, holding her hand up to block Poland's face. "Yes, I did," she admitted. "But it had nothing to do with you. I could've had just as much fun watching that on my own."
She knew that wasn't true, as Poland had provided most of the funny commentary throughout the movie, and the man himself seemed to see right through her denial. "Yeah, sure," he said.
Belarus didn't respond, just drew her knees up to her chest and looked away from Poland.
It was silent for a minute, until suddenly, Poland threw a leftover piece of popcorn right at her. She didn't realize what exactly he was throwing at first and began to say, "Hey, what the fu—" However, she was interrupted by another piece of popcorn being thrown at her. She looked at his face then, which had grown a sly smirk. He threw some more popcorn at her.
Belarus' dour face fell and a smirk replaced it. She reached into her own popcorn bowl. "Oh, it's on." She began to throw pieces of popcorn at him as well.
This grew to the two of them throwing the rest of their popcorn at each other—and then small objects, and then eventually a full-blown pillow fight, using the small decorative pillows on Poland's couch. The man giggled and screamed wildly as Belarus sat on top of him, beating him with a pillow. "N-No!" he stammered. "Please—" a loud laugh "—stop, stop!"
"I shall never have mercy on you," Belarus declared, slamming the pillow into his chest once more as he continued to laugh and try to fight her off.
This small game continued on until both of their faces were red and they were panting, slumping on the couch exhaustedly. Poland was the first to speak. "So," he asked as he looked over at Belarus, still panting slightly, "do you wanna like, get into pj's now?"
Belarus was automatically going to answer yes, until she realized something. "I didn't actually bring any pajamas," she said. "You forced me to sleep over last minute, remember?"
Though the last bit was clearly passive-aggressive, Poland seemed to ignore it and instead placed a hand on his chin in thought. "Yeah, you're right. Hmm..." Then he held his finger up. "Oh! You can just borrow some of my clothes—it's totally no biggie!" he declared. "We probably wear like, just about the same size anyway."
Belarus thought for a minute and then shrugged. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
So, she just ended up wearing one of Poland's old white t-shirts—it was a few sizes too big for her, but it worked okay; she could wear it as sort of a nightgown anyway and didn't have to wear any bottoms.
She sat back on the couch then and watched Poland go over to his closet and pull out two sleeping bags, right in the front. It's as if he's always prepared for a sleepover like this, Belarus thought as she observed this.
Soon enough, Poland had the sleeping bags set up and he encouraged Belarus to come up and snuggle into one, which she did. He'd made the effort to pile up blankets and pillows in it as well, so she was, admittedly, very comfortable in there; in fact, as soon as she wrapped the blankets around herself, she instantly felt very tired, and just about ready to go to sleep.
"Are you like, about to go to sleep?" Poland whispered to her as he went to turn all the lights off.
Belarus rested her head against a pillow. "Yes."
Poland leaped into his sleeping bag as well, getting comfortable. "So," he said, "will you finally admit it? That you had fun?"
The woman groaned and turned to look over at Poland, who was flashing her an eager grin. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Okay, yes—I had fun. There, happy now?"
He let out a laugh that almost sounded like a cackle. "Yes! Ah, I knew you had fun, I just knew it!"
She rolled her eyes again. "Okay. Shut up now, will you?"
"Ugh, fine."
The two grew quiet as they began to fall asleep. However, almost before falling asleep completely, Belarus heard Poland whisper her name.
"What?" she answered groggily.
"I love you," the man said quietly. "Like, in a platonic way, obvi, but yeah."
Belarus hummed. "Yeah, yeah. I...love you too, I guess. Platonically."
Poland seemed satisfied by this, as he hummed in return and Belarus heard him snuggle back into the covers.
The two friends fell asleep not too long after that, both feeling very at peace with how their sleepover had gone.