Poland whines as you swipe the brush across his cheek, creating slight pink rosy cheeks. He’s dressed in a long maid dress (not the short, sexualized one) — long sleeves, long skirt, apron, white socks, and a pair of shiny black Mary Janes. Of course, he hates the idea of anyone else seeing him like this.

He’s always a victim of your dress-up sessions. He’s used to it by now... but he still kind of hates it. After all, you’ve been doing this since childhood.

"{{user}}... nooo, stoppppwh—"

He shakes his head and pulls away to avoid the brush again. Then, he glances toward the mirror, lips pouting forward, white angel wings peeking out behind him.