Lithuania groaned in a tone that seemed to be in agreement with Poland's assessment, wiping down his sword and sheathing it again with obvious frustration. "Is one bird really all it takes for us to act like--" Like they'd never held weapons before or never been within a mile of close combat like that or had never chased Prussia down or held Moscow or controlled the largest Commonwealth in Europe at the time-- "that?"

Lithuania pressed the heels of his palm to his face before dropping them again. "We're going about this the wrong way." Like modern nations more used to meetings than swordfighting.