GerPol: Sick (countryhumans)

Chapter 2 E

--France's POV--

--9 PM--

"Cut wounds?" I think out loud. "Allemagne has cut wounds on his arm." I am sitting in my couch thinking about what Poland just told me. "How could Allemagne get cut wounds on his arms? Who cut him? Maybe Czech? Maybe Denmark? Or maybe... he cut himself..." I pause a bit. Alot of thoughts go through my head. "Did Allemagne cut himself accidentally? Or did he cut himself on.... purpose.... ." I quikly leave that thought. "He would never cut himself on purpose. Would he?"

--11 PM--

I look at my clock. "11 PM" I read out loud. "Ugh. I should probably go to sleep." I lay in my bed, unable to go to sleep. I hear a door open. I walk downstairs and see UK. "Hello dear." He looks at me and doesnt reply. He looks tired. "Is something wrong." He finally responds: "No, I am fine." I know he is lying. "Tell me whats wrong!" He looks at me tired. "I am just tired. Lets just go to sleep." I agree and we go to sleep.

--The Next Day--

--Still France's POV--

I am preparing for another speech again. When everyone is here i start speaking.

"Hello everybody. We have news from Germany. He has cut wounds on his arms."

Everybody looked concerned. I saw some people thinking. They probably thought about how he got those.

"We dont know how he got the wounds, But the doctors are trying to find out."

--20 Minutes Later--

--Poland's POV--

I hear a voice saying something. "Polen. Polen!. Polen!!" I look at where the voice came from, and i see Germany awake. "Niemcy!!" I hug him and he hugs me back immediately. I have tears of happiness in my eyes. "Niemcy, your awake! I am so happy!" He looks at me "What are you doing here? You hate me." I look at him. "I dont hate you! I forgive you!" He looks at me confused. "Y-you F-forgive me?" I smile at him. "Yes! I-i like you! I-i... i love you!" His eyes widen. "Y-you l-love m-me?" "Yes!" He hugs me. "I love you too." I hug back. I feel happy. Nothing can ruin this day. But i hear someone say my name. I wake up in the hospital. France stands before me.

"Its 10 AM Polologne. I think its time to eat." I quikly looked at Germany's bed. He was still there, and still unconscious. France gives me a croissant. "Thank you Francja." She smiles at me? "No problem Pologne." We eat our food and France asks questions me about Germany. "Do you know more about the cut wounds?" I shake my head. "Do you know how recent the wounds are?" I once again shake my head. She looks a bit frustrated. "Whats wrong Francja?" She looks at me still a bit frustrated. "I am annoyed because we know nothing about what happened to Allemagne" I think think back to when Switzerland looked concerned but told me that nothing was wrong. "I think Szwajcarja is not telling us everything." France looks at me confused. "Why do you think that?" i reply: "I once asked if anything was wrong with Niemcy. He looked concerned so i was almost sure that something was wrong. But he told me nothing was wrong." France looks at Germany. "Maybe your right."

Then she gets called. "Hello?" She facepalms. "Okay, i will come to work." France then looks at me. "Bye Pologne. See you later." I am wondering what the person on the phone told her. "Bye Francja." I look at Germany. "Niemcy? Do you love me?" No response. Maybe i should take a walk in the park closeby. I walk out of the hospital.

--15 minutes later--

--Still Poland's POV--

This park is beautifull. I have been walking for a time now. I see a bench by the lake and a nice tree. Its a nice and relaxing spot. I am just gonna sit here and enjoy the view. I am just gonna forget all my problems for a bit. But on the other side of the lake i see someone familiar.