Who:
polishrule and
refinedmaestro What: Ice skating.
When: Wednesday morning
Where: Lake, where it's froze
Summary: Poland was bored and decided to go ice skating. Somebody's not that graceful. Hint: it's actually not Poland.
Rating: PG, only for injuries
Poland was usually late unless it was something he wanted to do. Then he was there right when he was supposed to, maybe earlier.
It was cold, but he was bored and right now he didn't think Hungary was in the mood to ice skate: so that left his national composer Chopin. Who could never say no to Poland. In the morning? Poland's there, ice skates in hand and just walking in Frederic's apartment. What are manners, again?
"Fryderyk! I'm here. Come on."