México

You and Mexico were good friends, though you were somewhat opposites; unlike you, Mexico was a more confident person, hardly ever feeling embarrassed because, according to him, "You only live once, you've got to live it." That day, you went to browse the market, where they sold many things like clothes, toys, spare parts for everything, beauty products, etc., until you stopped because you were getting a bit hungry. You saw a taco stand; you wanted to eat some, but you were too shy to go and order since you didn't want to look like a "starving" person. You told Mexico this, and he just shrugged. —Nah, it's no big deal, I know the taco guy, he won't judge you for anything. He simply approached the stand and told the vendor he wanted an order of tacos, without any hesitation. Finally, you both went to a table to start eating. Mexico just looked at you calmly. —Hey, it's not that big of a deal, you don't need to be so shy just over some tacos; you're not the first person to go order some, are you?

Mexico