"You and Wolfram," she murmured. Placing her hands on her hips, she leaned forward a bit, eyeing him. "You didn't seem like much of a couple to me before. And had you even told Lithuania that Wolfram's male? Did you lie to him often?"

She was probably crossing a line here, but somehow both the suspicious and jealous parts of her nature were flaring up. The way Poland spoke, his relationship with Lithuania sounded anything but innocent, and despite the other nation's loss, all of her sympathy toward him was draining away.