[Frederic decided to take a walk that day when he spots a familiar blonde and stops in his tracks. Never mind that he quietly recognizes the tune he's humming as well. At first Frederic doesn't know what to think. This has to be a dream... It has to be. There's no way the world would bring him back, would they? He silently stands there watching Poland working until he takes slow steps forward. His mind slowly beginning to question if it is a dream after all or not. He also question if it truly the same Poland he's been longing for. His heart hoping he remembers everything between them, yet part of him does wonder if it's the same Poland as well. What if it wasn't? He won't know until he tries though.]
please excuse the sort of tl;dr
Polska? Is that truly you?