Lithuania smiled to himself and pulled the covers over her. He sat stroking her hair for a minute before getting up, turning out the light, and closing the door behind him.
The next morning, he went to see if Antarctica was awake at about eight o'clock, but she had already left the bedroom. He started looking around for her, and found her in the laundry room. She was in the process of removing her shirt, and she glanced up at him.
He flushed bright red, and she smiled slightly.
"Good morning," she smiled quietly. "Your face is red."
"U-um, w-wha-?" he stuttered. "Y-you're ch-changing, I-I'm s-sorry, I'll j-just . . ."
He turned and practically ran back down the hallway. Eventually, she found him in the bathroom, trying to stem a violent nosebleed. He glanced up, saw her, and his nosebleed got worse.
"I'm sorry," he apologized again, blushing even worse.
"For what?" she asked, and he stared at her. She sighed, and added quietly, "I was alone for too long. I don't understand this world at all, not even the simplest things. So, why are you sorry?"
"B-because I walked in on you while you were changing," he stuttered, somehow blushing even more. "Y-you didn't have half your clothes on. Th-that's considered . . . awkward."
"Oh," she murmured. "Is that it? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been changing in the open, then. You'll still be my friend, won't you?"