[Germany's anger took over her customary bashfulness, punctuated by hands on her waist as she leaned closer.] Do I look to you a man in any shape or form? That was rather improper!

How do you know Ukraine, again?

Hardly. For one thing, I am very much female and look sufficiently so. For another-- [Well, Ukraine was blond, as well, and was also more than moderately attractive, in more than one way.] I suppose we're the same height, and our hair is similar... [Germany finally conceded.] But it's rather impolite to compare me to a man.

[There was hardly anyone she recognized, herself. Perhaps jumping to the obvious conclusion was only bredeing confusion. Germany bit her lower lip hesitantly, looking away. Anyone could have made that mistake, but she shouldn't have had.]

We must be thinking of different people. I've always known the Ukraine I know as a man.

The least you could do is introduce yourself, little man.

The Federal Republic of German-- What did you say?

[She should have guessed. This man did bear some resemblance to the little nuisance she knew from home. It was best to accept it for now and puzzle over it later in the day.]

Of course you are.

My name is Germany, which seems to be shared by someone else you know from your home.