Ogle: verb. To stare at, especially impertinently, flirtatiously, or amorously.

The sun poked through the gapes in the leaves, leaving speckles of light on the ground. The birds chirped sweetly. Their song with the insects floated through the air. Lithuania sat on a park bench in his favorite park, surrounded by colorful flowers and chattering humans. With his favorite cup of coffee in his hand and not a single sign of Russia, he couldn't have been happier.

Lithuania took a sip of coffee and sighed in bliss. If only everyday was as perfect as this. He reclined back and closed his eye. It wouldn't hurt, he decided, to take a little nap. With the birds singing a lullaby he quickly found himself slipping into an easy sleep.

His slumber was broken by a conversation from a group of loud humans.

"Did you see her?"

"The brunette? Yah, she pretty hot, 8."

"Eh, 6, I'm more of a red head type of guy."

"Dude! Look, her right there."

"Oh shi-, freakin' 10!"

"More like 20."

"Did you see her legs?"

"How could you not?"

Lithuania's fluttered open, squinting against the sun. He could see the group of teens standing to his left. They were wide eyed and they gaped at something he couldn't see. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking around to see what they were staring at.

It was a girl they were drooling over. A very pretty girl that stood not that far away with her back turned. Her hand was placed at her hip and her foot tapped impatiently. He could see why the boys were gaping. She wore a short skirt that showed off her legs and strappy heels that only made her long legs longer. Her head snapped back and forth as though she was looking for someone. Apparently not finding them she wiped around angrily till she faced him.

Lithuania felt his heart stop.

"Liet! Like, there you are!"

Poland ran towards him. His skirt swished behind him, his heels clacked against the cement, and his pony tails bounced.

"I've been looking like, everywhere for you." Poland said stopping in front of him. He quickly spun around twirling his skirt. "Isn't my new skirt like, so cute? You won't believe this but the sales lady who sold it to me was like, totally rude. I was like, 'do you have this in peach' and she was like, 'that is peach' and I was like, 'like, no it's not' and she was like, 'yah it is' and I was like, 'no, this is ginger' and she was like, 'same diff'. Like, can you believe that Liet." "

Lithuania sighed and took a sip of his now cold coffee.

Well, there goes that perfect day.

Yah for Poland and his beautiful skirt. I don't have a rant today so,

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