E.U

‘How come we’re getting there together?’ Poland asked Germany. They were riding in one bus. They were standing next to each other in awkward silence until that question. ‘I don’t even like you.’
‘And I wonder why,’ he replied with no trace of irony.
‘Oh, you wonder why!’ her soft accent strongly contrasted with German way of speaking. ‘Hmm… Let me think… Maybe the wa…’
‘It wasn’t my fault. And I’ve changed,’ he said dryly.
Poland snorted. ‘Whose was it then?’, she asked, ignoring the second sentence.
‘People’s.’
She snorted again. ‘All right, we should leave that subject… It was long time ago, wasn’t it. I forgave you, so what’s the…’
‘You did?’ Germany’s eyebrows rose as he stared at Poland in a surprise.
‘Forgave, but did not forget,’, she said, looking at him with her blue eyes. Germany blinked. In a minute he could hear Poland’s blabbing again:
‘Ahh, I don’t think this party is a good idea…’
‘Why?’, he asked.
‘Nobody likes me there,’ she smiled bitterly.
‘Lithuania likes you.’
‘He did like me, I’m now sure how his feeling are now.’ She sighed.
‘What about Spain and Italy?’
‘They like any girl, except France,of course,’ she frowned. ‘I don’t know why, she is nice. Thoguh she says she will do things that she won’t,’ her voice was filled with regret.
‘Nah, I don’t like her… She’s making such a mess every time I meet her – that’s so annoying!’ he complained. ‘Anyway, you say anybody likes you – so what should I say?’
‘It’s your fault. Shouldn’t have done that things you did.’ Poland’s comment was said with a mean smile.
‘I had no choice, I’ve already told you…’
‘Netherlands like you’, she interrupted.
‘I don’t like the way he likes me, if you know what I mean,’ Germany frowned. Even the thought of that man was giving him creeps.
Poland giggled and started to play with her hair. ‘Huh, that’s the prize for playing hard to get,’ she winked.
Germany opened his mouth to protest, but suddenly she grabbed his coat and pulled him towards the end of the bus.
‘What are you doing?!’
‘Shh! Russia’s coming, I guess neither of us wants to talk to him.’ She was right. Soon Germany glimpsed a tall blonde man in a colorful coat. ‘What d’you think of him?’ Poland asked. ‘In my opinion, he lost his charm long ago,’ she whispered.
‘I think you know my feeling towards him,’ Germany commented. ‘We don’t really like each other. And his accent is terrible.’
‘But at least he can drink!’, she laughed. ‘Even you, Oktoberfesters, should bow to him!’ she joked.
‘We don’t end up singing war songs on the table.’
Poland giggled and soon changed the subject. ‘I really hope that Hungary will come… She is a great girl.’
‘I don’t mind her,’ Germany said. Soon he added a curse in his native language.
‘Good day, my eagles!’, they heard Russian accent. ‘What my pretty eyes are seeing? Black eagle and White eagle together? It shouldn’t be this way!’
‘It’s only one stop to go,’ Germany said through gritted teeth, ignoring Russia’s talk completely. ‘I have one request though – don’t join when he starts singing Katyusha, I know you know the lyrics,’ he whispered to Poland.
‘I’ll see what I can do,’ she answered. ‘It seems you’re not as bad as I thought.’
As Germany smiled, she added in thoughts:
But I’m not sure whether I’m able to resist such a catchy song…