Petals

X. 3

After Poland had told Czechia his entire story, how he had been kidnapped by someone and had been abused, Czechia immediatly took Poland's wrist again and dragged him to the kitchen. Czechia went to one of the small drawers in his kitchen. He opened it and pulled out a box. "Czechia? What are you doing?" Poland asked. Czechia walked back to the taller male. "Show me your scars", Czechia ordered. Poland didn't really want to, but Czechia was only trying to help so... He first pulled up both of his sleeves, making him groan because of the fabric scrubbing against his scars. Czechia opened the box and took out a few alcohol wipes, bandages and band-aids.

When Czechia was done taking care of the wounds on Poland's arms, Czechia told Poland to sit on a chair. Then, he sat on the floor before the taller and took care of the wounds on his legs and knees. Poland would often groan because of the alcohol wipes stinging, but he would let Czechia do whatever he had to. When Czechia was done with his legs, he continued with his neck, and eventually, he told Poland to take off his shirt.

"Uh. What?" Poland said, blushing in confuseness. "Take off your shirt so I can take care of your other wounds." Czechia waited for the other male to obey him. And after a while, he did. Poland blushed quite a lot. Czechia didn't really pay attention and took care of the wounds on Poland's chest.

After a while, Czechia was completely done cleaning and bandaging his best friend's wounds. Poland put his shirt back on. "That's better", Czechia said. Poland smiled, still blushing a bit. "Thanks", he said. "Why are you blushing?" Czechia asked. "Hm. Maybe because I literally had to pull my shirt off right in front of you?" Czechia smirked. "Shouldn't be a problem for best bro's." Poland grinned, but after a while his expression changed to rather worried. "Czechia?" "Yes?" "I don't have anywhere to go to... So I was wondering if I could stay here with you." Czechia looked at Poland for a while, then he smiled. "Of course you can. I still have a guest room where you can sleep in and eventually turn into your own room if you'd want to." Poland smiled. "Thank you so much." "No problem, my friend."

They went to Czechia's living room and settled down on the couch. "I just realised I forgot that I was doing something before you came. I'll be right back", Czechia said, and he stood up from the couch again. "What were you doing then?" Poland asked out of curiosity. Czechia went silent and his face went completely dark and emotionless. "I- It's not important", Czechia said, plastering a smile on his face again. As he went upstairs, Poland was left alone with a lot of questions. He just decided to wait for Czechia to come back.

After 20 minutes, Czechia still didn't return. Poland was starting to get worried. What was Czechia doing? He knew that in the past Czechia was very depressed. Could he still be?

Poland decided to check on his friend. He silently went upstairs. He saw a few doors, he stopped at every single one to hear if he could hear noise coming from that room. He stopped at the fourth door, where he heard heavy breathing.

Poland bursted through the door, where he saw Czechia sitting on the floor, his back facing towards Poland. He immediatly turned around when he heard his friend coming in. "Czechia?? What are you doing???" Poland asked concerned. He could see tears streaming down Czechia's face. Poland walked closer. Czechia was so scared that he couldn't do anything else but shake out of fear and think about what he was going to say. Poland grabbed Czechia and helped him up, revealing a knife in his hand, and a lot of scars on his arms. "Czechia?!" Poland took the knife from out of Czechia's hand. "Poland I-I can e-explain-" Czechia stuttered, more tears streaming down his face. Poland picked the smaller up and ran downstairs to the kitchen. He put the smaller on the table and ran towards the drawers. He opened the same small drawer where Czechia got his bandages from. Poland took out the box with bandages and alcohol wipes and ran back towards Czechia. "Czechia, how bad is it?" Poland asked, still very concerned. "Calm d-down Poland", Czechia said, tears still streaming down his face. Poland cleaned Czechia's wounds with the alcohol wipes, making him groan in pain, and after he was done with that, he put bandages around his arms. "Czechia... why would you do this? You could've just talked to me... you know I'm always here for you..." Poland said, both concerned and dissapointed, not in Czechia, but in the fact that his best friend didn't even trust him with stuff like this. "Poland I-I I didn't know what to do I wasn't thinking clear I I", Poland hugged his smaller friend, making sure he didn't hurt him by hugging him too tight. Czechia started sobbing and weakly hugged Poland back. He buried his face into his friend's chest, making Poland blush slightly. "I'm sorry Poland..." Czechia weakly said. "It's okay..." Poland said while he pat Czechia on his head. "Next time, talk to me instead of doing this, okey?" Czechia looked up. "O-okay." He said, and after a while, he buried his face in Poland's chest again. Poland felt a strange feeling he never felt before. Czechia looked so cute... Poland blushed more. 'I'm in love... with my best friend?'