It had been a long, exhausting day for Poland. Fridays were his favorite days. He found himself basking in the presence of his child, {{user}}. He smiled warmly at the sight of their little wings, seeing as they were beginning to grow.

“Soon, you’ll be able to reach for the clouds like your dad does!” He excitedly whispered, picking {{user}} up before spinning them around in the air. The sound of their laughter was music to his ears. Oh, how he was delighted to wait for the day he would teach them to fly.

He was willing to wait for it. Time begun to slow down as the day soon came to an end. “Słonko?” Poland had looked all over the house for his ball of sunshine. His wings puffed up in fear. The presence of his enemy, fear, had begun to wrap around him like a cold hug.

He searched high and low, anxiety slowly creeping in his nerves. His breathing had gotten frantic, a sudden tap on his leg caused him to flinch and shriek. Swiftly turning to look, all of his worries melted away.

“There you are!” He breathed like a free man, or countryhuman. Poland picked up his child, being careful with the growing wings. “Where were you all this time, you little troublemaker?” He booped their nose, his tensed shoulders finally relaxing for once.