Countryhumans One shots! (cause shipping is cute)

Admiration (Reichpol)

He admired Poland.

For some people it might be even strange to imagine that him, The Second Reich, The German Empire, would actually admire Poland, the country he had been desperately trying to conquer. But... It was exactly that, what made him realize how strong Poland really was.

He knew the white and red country had the background of a warrior, the heart of a wild flower, and he craved to possess that unique treasure, to hold that kind of beautiful power between his fingers. But as water on his hands, Poland had scaped his grasp with determination like the butterfly scapes the chrysalis.

When he was given a second chance, awaken from the dark slumber of death, he noticed something had changed.

The world seemed to control the once rebellious country, who stayed silent while listening to the orders of this new organizations. Is this what the world had came to be? He felt sad even imagining it. But the sadness had faded away as he looked directly into the eyes of the smaller country, filled with the same fire he had come to love, ready for any challenge like the mantis waits for the perfect moment to attack if given the chance.

But of course, he would do things differently this time. Free from politics and war strategies, he focused his time on little hobbies, little goals. In this new life, he decided to show Poland what most of the active countries seemed to forget, respect.

Yes, Poland was seen as another respectable country, but in these modern days people seemed to forget his power and strength, sometimes even looking at him like a weak country, someone who needed protection.

Reich didn't like that.

He started writing letters, putting his very soul and admiration into every swirl of ink, focusing in one compliment at the time, one strength in every letter.

He watched calmly how Poland looked for someone in every world meeting, hoping to find the creator of the old style messages. After some time he stopped searching, his face troubled and avoiding.

Yes, he knew Poland had finally remembered his perfect handwriting, after all he used to send him letters, even if they were other reasons behind them. And for the looks of it, his feelings would never be returned, the object of his love too far away to touch, soured because of the past. But even then, he continued to write, not for him, but for his loved one. He needed to know his dear Poland was aware of his own greatness, even if at the end, he would always be seen as an enemy of lost times.

He deserved the cold feelings of Poland... He had hurt him so much.

He looked at the stars from the balcony of the modern building, the sounds of conversations intertwining in a tangled murmur behind him.

He didn't like to attend this meetings, always feeling like an outsider, something that shouldn't be alive, a monster of the past. It was necessary though, everyone needed to see they weren't a danger, looking constantly into every step they made, one wrong word being the perfect excuse to kill them again. There was a reason a lot of them had been killed in the first time, after all.

He felt someone walking to his side, but he didn't low his gaze.

"I see you are not enjoying this thing"

The sweet voice made him turn immediately, his heart racing in joy at the sound of the other. He smiled trying to sound less excited.

"This meetings... I do not enjoy them, but I understand the reasons behind them. What about you, my dear Poland. Are you tired of this too?"

"Don't call me 'dear'...No, I don't like to be here. At least we have that in common."

Silence.

"... Do you have something to say to me Poland? Excuse me if I sound rude. I'm actually delighted to see you talking to me, but I'm aware of your... Disgust towards me..."

Poland sighed deeply, looking into the sky for a few minutes before deciding to talk.

"What you wrote on those letters... Do you mean it? I need to know"

"Yes I do."

"Everything?"

"Every single word"

The white and red country spaced out for some seconds.

"Then... Why did you hurt me? Reich"

He stayed silent for a moment. He had been thinking about that for a long time, repeating it on his mind over and over again. But it was weird to hear Poland asking about it, actually waiting for a response.

"I... used to think that I craved the power of your land, that I needed to possess the fire that ignites your soul, like a hunting trophy or an exotic flower... I was wrong... Now I understand that what I want is for you to be mine, and for me to be yours. I know very well it's impossible for you to love me, but in this new life I don't need to force my goals to come true... I'll be happy with this conversation alone"

"If you are so sure about my feelings, why did you keep writing?"

"Because... You deserve to know you are more that what they think you are."

"I am nothing like that. I'm not what you think I am"

"You are a warrior"

"I don't have that power anymore"

"Yes you do. I can see it in your eyes"

Poland looked at him, his eyes shining under the night sky.

"I was defeated again after your fall... How is that 'beinh a warrior'?"

He touched the scar on his face with shame.

"And even then here you are, standing over your past like the Fenix stands over its ashes... You are truly amazing Poland"

He took the hands of the other out of his face, slowly but surely.

"And you are beautiful"

Poland rested his head over his heart, holding one of his bigger hands between his own.

In that moment Reichtangle knew he wouldn't change that day for anything.

He looked at the stars, twinkling in the darkness.

He had all he wanted in his arms.

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A/N:
I know this is too short, but I was so excited to make this little thing!!! I love this ship and just wanted to write something cute. UwU. (And it's so hard to find cute stories about these two T.T)

Anyway I hope you have a wonderful day!!!

(つ≧▽≦)つ~Bye!