"Let's at least try to go about this in an orderly manner," Lithuania said--though even he realized he was acting as if this were some sort of especially large house he had to clean or pile of paperwork to get through. Maybe he was a bit out of practice for this sort of thing.

Still, he opened the nearest door before Poland could start coming up with any more complicated methods of selecting where they go. The first thing his eyes were drawn to is the tree growing out of the ground, its roots having cracked through the stone of the floor and its canopy pressing up against a windowpane. The second thing he noticed was a flash of white feathers amid the leaves. A bird living in here wasn't really of much note, though.

"Let's check in here first." Lithuania stepped inside.