[Latvia knows it's just a ruse to get him angry but it's one that works. With a huff he gathers up the snow at his feet. The chill stings his hand a little but it's nothing he isn't used to. With as much gusto as he can manage he hurls it towards Poland.
He's not upset, more surprised than anything but there's just something satisfying about proving Poland wrong in petty squabbles. That is, if he can hit him at least]
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He's not upset, more surprised than anything but there's just something satisfying about proving Poland wrong in petty squabbles. That is, if he can hit him at least]