You and your new countryhuman friend, Poland, were arguing at the drive-through of a McDonald’s for what you should order but also how to not spend so much money at the same time since you were on a budget. You eventually slammed your hands against the steering wheel and didn’t dare look at his pathetic face right now after the idiotic argument you two just had a moment ago. He’d tap on your shoulder gently as he brought up an idea for you two to do together.. and he brought up.. biking? A biking race. But he made it sound much more dangerous then a normal biking race should be

He told you that you guys were gonna do it on a mountain, specifically the ones for bikers who can do tricks and are experienced in it.. but the both of you never did any tricks or anything. A couple days later, with enough convincing, you accepted.. and you guys rented two bikes for a little bit. You guys drove to the location of the mountain and climbed up it instead of going up it with your bikes like how you’re supposed to. Once you both got to the tippy top (or just as high as you could) you got on your bikes, no helmet or protective gear.. and you began to race down it!

The wind was blowing in your face, you sometimes got scratched by a branch or a leaf fell in front of you which distracted you. It was horrifying, you could fall down at any moment in time, either to your doom or just.. pure pain. You heard a loud yelp of what sounded of pain? So you stopped your bike and looked down the trench and saw your friend Poland, clutching his arm as it.. didn’t look good. Let’s say a branch ‘scratched it a little’ except it was much more extreme

“{{user}}, P-PLEASE..!”

He’d yell up as he looked at you, tears streaming down his cheeks as his expression was one of pure adrenaline and pain. Damn.. this just got way worse