Y/n's POV
For my entire life, people have told me that I'm too sassy and "need to control my temper". So what if I get mad easily? I'm still a strong country and anyone who defies me is already dead anyway so, who's the real winner? Me.
I strutted down my luxurious hallway, my ballgown flowing beautifully. Today was a meeting with Feliks, the ruler of Poland (aka he's the country). Feliks and I have always gotten along quite nicely. We both adore fashion and are the literal definition of "bitch".
So, when I heard we were having a meeting, I put on my finest dress to impress the twink.
I finally reached the meeting place, Feliks already there.
"Like, fashionably late as always." He smirked.
I smiled. "You know it takes time to achieve perfection."
"Omg. That is so true. Anyways I have some tea to spill so shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down."
I clapped my hands and sat down. I loved having a bitch best friend to match my bitchy nature.
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A/n hey fellas. I haven't updated in FOREVER loll. Oops. Anyways I have some new ideas so expect new fics really soon! Also sorry not sorry this is so short loll