Random One Shots

PolandxGermany boyxboy angst/fluff

I can only remember you my dear

There is a darkness in here, not the good kind. The dark was stifling and both too cold and way too hot, you could feel your body heat trapped uncomfortably under your own clothes yet shivered as you felt your limbs go numb. But that's normal. He was used to this, what he could never get used to, was the screaming. The feeling of being battered from place to place from invisible hands, feet, bats, everything. The worst part was waking up. When he has to pretend everything is fine. Afterall, it's hard to say you're traumatized when you can't remember your trauma. When you can barely remember anything. All that's left are the batterings at night from unknown people, words from people he can't remember that sting. And the inability to see through the darkness.

Well, he could see himself. Butbehat he saw sickened him. Blood stains on his hands, fresh blood mixing with old blood, his arms black and blue from both bruises and freezing.

He woke up, breathing heavily like always and sat up, rubbing his face without even registering anything. He couldn't remember much of the day before, or anything before it. If the thing was impkrtand he would proba my find a note. He knew he'd written his name down somewhere. Not like he knew what it was.

"Poland?" It was a concerned voice, and the name seemed familiar. "A-are you okay?" The words were scared, soft and high pitched. Like the voice of someone terrified of the situation they're in. He didn't answer though, they probably weren't talking to him.

The figure sat up and placed a gentle hand on his forearm, and he remembered, memories flashed into his mind, words were muffled by the person now talking who he realized was Germany. Underneath him, and his feathers. Wings. His large wings that were warm and protected both of them from any rain or cold weather.

Germany placed a soft hand on Poland's face. Meine Libe, are you okay?"

Poland gently nodded and leaned into the hand. His body was relaxing, his mind felt like it was healing just a little bit more.

"I'm sorry you deal with your nightmares so often. But at least my powers bring your good memories back. I just wish I could help you more." Germany looked down slightly as his hand slipped off Poland's face.

"Don't be darling. Thank you for reminding me of the good times. It's more than enough." Poland gently smiled as he settled back down wrapping a large wing around Germany on their shared bed. "I love you dear."

"I love you too."

As they sat there quietly, everything was calm for a few minutes. It was good for healing, the silence feeling nice on Poland's numbed brain. But he would wonder if Germany ever chose to not bring back memories that might help him, to try and protect him. But that would be a mystery he would never be able to solve. Not while he knew Germany as cute and small and as innocent as one could've been with his father. Not as long as Germany was his to protect.