Split Personality

Oh How He Tried

I'm not dead!!! Yayyyy. Anyway. I had a really hard time writing this one, so it might not be as good as my usual stuff. Apologies about that in advance. Anyways. Poland!
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Poland's POV:
What a day for me to show up. I continued to look at his sleeping body even though Germany told me it was weird. I don't think I'm the weird one here. And while he's asleep I can see what he looks like I guess.

His hands looked terrible. Covered in scars from tip to end. Some old, some still recovering. From the little bit of arm I could see poking out of his sleeve, it was abused to no end. It was hard to tell what was skin and what was scar from what I could see.

His breathing was shallow but steady nonetheless. It was odd looking at him so closely. His face was tense; as if he was going through a bad situation in his rest. "Can't he hear me?" I asked. "Not right now. When he faints he shuts down completely. He explained it a little bit once, he said it's like being locked out of your own house; you want to get back in, but no amount of force will let you and you have to wait for a key to open the door." Soviet said as he walked back in, mixing some frosting in a bowl.

"So, he can't wake up?" I questioned. "No. Not until his body determines that the supposed threat is gone." He shrugged. "Huh. So, maybe five minutes or so?" I asked. "Poland, you are the threat here." Soviet said in a deadpan expression. "And maybe Germany too." He added on as he continued to mix.

"I am not a threat." Germany said. "Listen, I'm just glad he doesn't see me as a threat. Now it's just my jacket. No one said his fears were rational, but you also tried to kidnap him." Soviet shrugged. "It's not kidnapping if it's willing." Germany said. We both stopped and looked at him for a moment. "Uhhh, you lied about the destination which means his agreeing to it is invalid. It's kidnapping." Soviet said, looking concerned. How many people has Germany kidnapped? That's a thing I've never thought about before.

"He's scared of your jacket? Wow; he really is that pathetic." I said with a snicker. "I guess 'scared' is the wrong word. He took all the bad memories of me and attached it to my clothes. Not sure why though." Soviet said as he finished mixing. I looked back down at this scared little man. I'm insulting him, but I'm not saying or thinking anything that isn't true. It's not like he was put into any situation by anything but his own fault.

As I stared at him a little bit longer his face finally moved. It wasn't much; but noticeable. "Hey, he's waking up." I stated. Soviet walked back in. Third groaned lightly before saying. "Why are you still here?" He sat up and rubbed his face a bit. "Just wanted to stick around and see what you'll do. Not like I have work today." I said smiling. "Of course you don't have work today..." he muttered.

"What about your legs?" Soviet asked as he walked over to us. He tapped his foot lightly against the floor. "I got it now. Still feels weird though." He said looking up at him. "That's good." Soviet replied. "So, you faint often?" I asked him. He looked back up at me with a tired expression. "You break in often?" He asked me. "You cross borders often?" I reply. He looked almost shocked at that one. "You get annexed often?" He crossed his arms. I scoffed.

"Can you both stop whatever this is. It's weird." Soviet asked us. "Just checking this off of my new bucket list." I shrugged. "New bucket list?" Third asked. "Yep. Once you came back I made a new one with things I want to do to you. And now I can check 'petty roast match' off of my list." I said smiling. "You are so weird." Germany said from the dining room table.

"You just don't know how to have fun with this stuff. Another thing I'd like to do while I'm here..." I said as I turned and walked to the staircase. "What are you doing?" I heard Third ask with a tired voice. "Just heading upstairs, that's where you're crashing; right?" I asked as I continued to walk. "Could you...not..maybe..?" He said quite meekly. I stopped and turned to look at him. "Very convincing there buddy. I'll think about it." I smiled slightly, confusion taking hold of my expression.