Poland slid a hand inside his pockets and gazed into the nothingness, taking a sip of the bottle of beer he held and adjusted his wings as he leaned against a wall. That was when he watched Estonia pass by and decided to ask out of pure curiousity with hints of concern

Poland: "Hey, Est.. What are you doing out so late, isn't it dangerous?"

He kept his tone neutral as he lifted a questioning brow. He knew estonia, that's why he asked, otherwise he probably couldn't care less

Estonia: "oh hey Pol! Thanks for worrying but I'm pretty fine.. I'm just waiting for my brother, I mean step brother-"

Poland raised a brow in confusion... It was getting dark, already nightfall... He didn't know his friend Estonia had a step brother..?