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Early in the morning, sunbeams leaked through the windows of Poland's study. Poland sat down at his desk, and looked in the tiny mirror, his reflection gorgeous as ever. He looked so beautiful even he himself blushed and giggled at the sight of his own reflection. After some small adjustments to his appearance, Poland took his sketchbook out from the drawer and set it on the table.
He opened the sketchbook at the first blank page. Poland picked up a pencil and started etching out a body onto the paper. After finishing the body, he gave it hair and a face, the figure's hair and facial features bearing a strong resemblance his own.
Poland then sketched clothes on the figure. Not just any clothes, but the stunning outfit he was wearing that day: a large sweater on top of a white dress shirt, paired with a short skirt, white knee-high socks, and some black Mary Janes. Poland drew another self-portrait, as drawing his wardrobe seems to be one thing he enjoys.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Poland got up from the study as swiftly as possible and rushed to the door. The person at the door was Lithuania, dressed in very refined clothing.
"Oh, hello, Lithuania!" Poland grinned. Lithuania smiled back, "Hello, Poland. Nice outfit today," he said, pleased. "I just wanted to make a little visit to your house today, if you don't mind," Liet adds. Poland was appalled and joyous, and he said to Liet "No worries, make yourself at home!"