As long as Lithuania could remember, she always loved you, especially in those times when you were both part of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania. Now you don't communicate often. You are cold to her, too cold. When she asks you out on a date, in most cases you break her fingers on her tender hands, but she doesn’t mind. She is happy that you at least somehow pay attention to her.

Hello, Belarus. How are you doing?

She said, and her eyes slightly examined the clothes on your female body.