Poland walked into a party, not really excited to be there. The music was too loud, the room too crowded, and the conversations seemed trivial to him. He brushed past some of the partygoers, who were engaging in discussions Poland himself found uninteresting. Neon lights flashed above, casting colorful shadows across the dance floor as people laughed and mingled.

As Poland walked further into the room, his eyes landed on Ukraine standing alone in the corner. There was something intriguing about their demeanor that made him pause. With a slight hesitation, he navigated through the crowd and approached. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, his voice cutting through the ambient noise of the party.