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This hellish thing you are about to read is a Poland x Fem!Reader. I am sorry about what you are about to read.
                          
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(y/n) (l/n) sat before her assigned vanity wondering what had happened. She had no idea how she got there. She was broken from her thoughts by a pale hand waving before her. She followed the body part up to the face of her friend Feliks.
                          
"Do you, like, need help?" His accent fluttered to her ears.
                          
"Do you really need me or am I just here?" She really did not feel comfortable around the other models who looked to be at least a foot taller than her. "I mean since this determines whether or not you win the competition wouldn't you want your entry to be perfect?"
                          
"That's why you're here. You are like the only person that can wear it and it would like totally be an embarrassment if I made one of those girls wear it and it not fit them." He smiled as he styled her (h/l) hair to perfection. "Now, like, hold still so that I can work my magic." 
                          
As soon as the polish man was done he went to grab the outfit off of the rack. When he came back he saw something he disapproved of greatly, someone making his crush cower from them in fear. He walked closer quietly only to hear something that infuriated him.
                          
"Looky here, girls it's the runt that has the fanale spot, pathetic isn't it. It's a shame that such an ugly thing has to mar our stage right?" The leader of the group of models laughed at the shaking (h/c) haired girl. Feliks scowled and somewhat stormed up to the models.
                          
"For people who are supposed to be the epitome of beauty you sure are ugly. Leave before I make you pay for what you have just done." His voice clear and concise as it seethed at the offenders. They left in a huff. Feliks sighed. "You don't have to go through with this if you don't want to (y/n)."
                          
"I-I made you a promise and I'm doing to keep it. Now where's that dress?" She smiled slightly at him.
                          
~Timeskip brought to you by Poland lacing up your corset like Sebastian did Ciel's~
                          
"You are like totally going to kill it out there." Feliks commented after a quick inspection of her dress for any last minute fixes. The contestants were called to the audience making Feliks panic. "Kocham cię." 
                          
"What did you say?" (y/n) tilted her head and watched as the polish man turned redder than a tomato.
                          
"I, like totally said good luck." He dashed off praying to God that she didn't know Polish.
                          
~Timeskip 'cause I'm not going to research how fashion shows usually work~
                          
(y/n) looked around for her Polish cutie while trying to remember that phrase she learned.
                          
"(y/n)! Like, I'm over here!" The man in question waved her attention and made his way over to her. 'Screw it.' She thought before she crashed her lips with his. 
                          
"What was that for?" Feliks asks as soon as they parted for air.
                          
"I don't need to know Polish to know that you said I love you."
                          
"I-is that so?"
                          
"I love you too Feliks. Could you help me out of this dress?" The man turned beet red.
                          
"L-let me at least buy you dinner first!" 
                          
"Or you can get you head out of the gutter, you know how I am with these sorts of things."
                          
"O-oh, like, why didn't you say something?" it took everything within (y/n) not to facepalm.