[The first thing Lithuania does when he arrives in Poland's room is collapse on the other nation's bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling and letting everything blur together in his vision. He'd voted incorrectly for the first time--and his vote had directly contributed to Latvia's death. Had he voted for Spain, he could have at least tied the vote and given Latvia more of a chance than he had. And the way Spain acted--well, that wasn't a surprise, really. Lithuania had spent centuries dealing with nations, after all. It still didn't make for anything but a bad taste in his mouth, looking at it from a more human, emotional standpoint. And right now Lithuania felt as if emotions and raw nerves were all he was composed of.]I'm probably a terrible person.
[The words are almost idle, the way they're spoken. But he amends the statement in the next breath.] Definitely a terrible person.