It started as a normal day for the countries. It was quiet as Lithuania walked to the world meeting. Suddenly, an crash sounded in an alley just ahead and a young woman, looking frightened, ran out. She collided with him, and they were both knocked to the ground.
"Are you okay?" Lithuania asked, standing up and offering her his hand.
The girl just looked even more terrified at this and stayed silent. Her white hair fanned out behind her and her bright purple eyes reminded him of Russia's, except that hers weren't scary. They were actually quite pretty, but at the moment they were clouded by apparent fear and confusion. She was slender, with extremely pale skin that was unblemished except for a long, white scar around her left wrist. She was dressed in a pale green top that exposed her pale shoulders, and a baby blue skirt that reached down to the top of her fur-trimmed leather boots. All in all, she was very pretty, but she was definitely scared.
Lithuania knelt down beside her. "Are you alright?" he repeated concernedly. "You look scared."
She looked at him wearily and whispered, "I'm fine." Even from those two whispered words, he could tell she hadn't spoken in a long time.
He offered her his hand again. "I'm Lithuania," he smiled.
"I am Antarctica," she murmured, still looking scared. "W-why are you holding out your hand?"
"So I can help you up," Lithuania said. "It can't be very comfortable on the sidewalk."
Her lips twitched as if she was going to smile, but had forgotten how. "T-thank you," she whispered, finally taking his hand and allowing him to pull her to her feet. Her hand was cool, and he could tell she was used to hard physical work from the several callouses on her palm. "Can you tell me where the world meeting is?" she asked, the relaxing purple of her eyes connecting with his green ones.