Pure madness (country oneshots) (read at your own risk)

🌨 sad 🌨

🇵🇱Poland x Hungary🇭🇺

Something a bit different today
It's in first person for once, I like writing in first person it's easier

It's also a bit cringe and crappy but quantity over quality right?

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I looked down at my clothed hands, moving my fingers to make the joints pop and crack. I was exhausted already even though it was only half past two in the afternoon. My lack of sleep might be an excuse for that. I shifted my gaze to look at the snowy field surrounding me. I despise winters. It's cold, it's void of any of the pretty colors that the other seasons bring. Winter is boring. But what about the holidays and all the joy- don't even mention any of that. Nothing can change my mind about winter, not even some petty, stupid celebration that was ruined by companies profiting off of everything.

I never experienced the joy of Christmas. It was always just people wasting their money on dumb gifts. Just as I was about to keep ranting in my mind I caught a glimpse of something colorful in the sea of the white, cold pest. It was a person marching through the snow. It seemed like they were pulling a sled with them. They were wearing a bright red jacket that easily stood out. I couldn't recognize them from the bench I was sitting on. They were fairly short, so I assumed it was a child who got lost on their way home.

I pondered wether or not I should call out for them. I watched the person for a little longer in silence until they tripped and fell into the freezing but undoubtedly soft snow. They let out a yelp as they landed face first into the snow blanket. I stifled a laugh as I watched them struggling to stand up again. The 'kid' dusted themselves off and looked around, spotting the bench i was sitting on. They watched me for a few seconds as if they were thinking. The more I look at the stranger the more curious I get. I wonder where they are going at this time. All the other children were at school right now. And yes, I should be at school too, but honestly who cares about education. The person turned away from me and began walking again. They looked so tired. Their steps were void of any energy. I assumed they must be in need of a short rest.

My gaze shifted to the bench. There was plenty of space for another person to sit down, and I bet the little guy could even lay on the bench. With a heavy sigh I rose up from my seat. I have made up my mind: I can't bear to see that kid walk around like that in the freezing cold. I don't know what made me want to help them, but something inside of me pulled me closer to the stranger.

"Hey! Come rest a bit," i called out for the person after stepping a little closer. They turned around slowly and looked up at me with swollen and red eyes. I swallowed thickly as I watched the strangers face. "Hi," I spoke up again, my voice cracking slightly as I looked into the pair of emerald green eyes that seemed to entrance me. Those sad eyes made my heart drop into the pit of my stomach like a heavy rock. I wanted to look away but I was unable to. He averted his gaze, rubbing his hands together. "Hi.." he croaked after a few seconds, stepping backwards to distance himself from me. Oh no, please don't be scared of me.. the stranger clenched the rope attached to his little sled in his fist. I panicked and jumped back slightly. Oh fuck. I must be scaring him.

I took a deep breath as I kept studying his face like my life depended on it. His bangs covered his forehead and partially his eyes as well as he kept staring at his boots. I didn't know why but I wanted to hold him close to myself. Why was I thinking such things?

He looked so helpless and weak as his frail body shivered from the cold wind. His sad eyes had me captivated. I have never felt this way before. I'm not even sure if I liked the feeling.

"You can sit on the bench with me. If - if you want to of course," I said to the boy, trying to keep my voice low since I wouldn't forgive myself if I'd scared him away. The stranger nodded his head almost hesitantly, sniffling quietly from the cold. A smile spread across my face. I don't know why but my heart skipped a beat. Or maybe even two. I began walking back to the bench, waiting for the boy. He sat down on the bench silently, dropping the rope on the ground. My eyes stayed on him while I sat down next to him. As I was about to speak up again I noticed a small tear trickling down his flushed cheek. This poor little guy must've had a horrible day. I could feel my heart clenching at the sight. I wanted to pull him close to me. I wanted to cheer him up so bad but I didn't know how. The fact that I couldn't help the boy next to me made my heart ache more.

He kept staring at his lap the whole time, not making a single sound. I wanted to hear that sweet voice of his again. I needed to hear him again. "What's your name?" I asked quietly, my left leg bouncing up and down from how nervous I was. The boy next to me wiped his tears, turning his head to look away from me, "Hungary..." he sniffled and rubbed his hands together. Hungary. What an unusual name.

"Nice to meet you," I said softly and shifted to get closer to him, "I'm Poland." Hungary nodded his head. I took a deep breath and turned my head to take my eyes off of him. After a few minutes of us sitting in complete silence, Hungary moved a bit closer to me. He leaned his head on my shoulder. I could feel his body tremble. I felt the need to ask him why he was out here in the cold at this time. He was barely wearing anything appropriate for the weather. I wanted to know why he was so sorrowful. I wanted to know everything about this boy. But I'd let him rest now. He deserved to rest. Hungary closed his eyes and pressed his lips together. I pulled the beanie covering my head off to put it on top of his head. He let out a quiet sneeze, burying his face in my arm. "Are you cold?" I asked softly and wrapped my free arm around him. I could feel him nod slightly against my arm, making me pull him even closer. He looked so sweet and innocent. So pure.

After even more time has passed he pressed himself closer to my body. If only I had a home where I could take him. I would let him sleep in my bed for as long as he needed. I would bring him breakfast every morning and cook him warm stew for dinner.

I moved my hand up and down his body, rubbing his back as an attempt to keep him warm. I would take care of him like a mother. Or at least, how I think a mother would take care of her child. I could walk him to school and pick him up after his classes. A quiet, distressed noise made me snap out of my thoughts, "c-cold.." Hungary sniffled and began shivering again. The sky got a bit darker as the clouds forced the sun to hide. I couldn't help but shudder as well now. I pulled my big coat off to cover my newfound friend with it. I didn't care that I was cold, at least I wouldn't have to see Hungary freeze. After a few minutes I fell asleep, hugging the boy in my arms close.

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And then they died because of the cold