Poland's smile faltered. He'd hoped to distract Lithuania--he was good at distracting him, or at least good at making him pretend to be distracted, which was almost as good in most circumstances. If he couldn't distract him, that meant having to face a serious conversation that he wasn't sure he was ready for--he'd never been good at serious...

"I totally know, Liet," he said, stumbling slightly in his search for a way to respond to that. "I... I like, trust you, okay? And nothing's gonna change that. So it's cool. I like, want to be close to you, and I'm not gonna let what happened come between us."

Even it was scary, and he didn't know how to keep that promise. He'd deal. Somehow.