Toris looked at the sky. You were both seated comfortably in the grass.
"So, you're a country..?" you managed. Well, it was a lot to take in.
"Yes," he said softly.
"Are there any other weird things you want to tell me?" you said, not even sure if you were joking.
"Um, well," he took a breath, "Feliks is the representation of Poland, Ivan is Russia, um; Berwald is Sweden, and Tino is Finland, and Matthew is Canada."
"Who's Matthew?" you asked curiously.
Lithuania hid a smile. "Never mind."
You stretched out and put your arms behind you to support you. Suddenly, something came to mind.
"Taip,brangioji?" the Lithuanian responded.
"Didn't Lithuania, um, I mean you, own some parts of Russia?"
"Um, well, yes I did." He blushed faintly, but you didn't pick it up because the light radiating from the sky was pinkish anyway.
"Which 'parts' of Russia did you own?" you squealed, fangirling more by the second.