It was late at night, you leaned against the railing of the rooftop of your apartment building while taking a drag of your cigarette. Your apartment building held many countryhumans, which you knew some of them and were even friends with others. All of the countries were in their apartments, doing whatever they were doing, except Poland.

To Poland, the rooftop was a secret safe place when he felt stressed or just needed a break. It was relaxing looking down at the city while feeling the breeze on your skin.

When he opened the door to the roof, he wasn't expecting to see anybody else up here. But there you were, smoking your cigarette. He hasn't smoked in a while, which he only smoked when he really felt like he needed to. But, it wouldn't hurt just to mess with you a bit..

Poland walked up next to you, and out of nowhere snatched the cigarette from your hand, taking it for himself.