You got my heart [REWRITTEN] // GerPol // Countryhumans fanfiction

Did I do anything wrong?

Germany pov:

Poland hasn't talked to me for quite a while, he even moved to another office and he isn't making any eye contact with me either, he's not the childish one anymore, he became more mature. "Did I do anything wrong?" I kept asking myself that question, I called him to meet up at my house to have a friendly conversation about the situation and for the upcoming presentation so I texted him.

BerlinGermany: Hey, Poland. I invite you to my house to have a friendly talk
PolishServices:DDD : Sure, what's ur address?
BerlinGermany: It's XXXXXX, XXXXXXXXXXX, XXXXX, XXXXXXXX
PolishServices:DDD : When?
BerlinGermany: 7:30 tonight

I put my phone back in my pants pocket, he seemed pretty fine when texting, I then continued to tend my work. I then heard a crashing sound of papers outside.

I went out of my office and saw Italy and papers scattered across the floor, "Oh, Italy! Let me help you," I said and helped him pick up the papers. A moment later, Poland came by and joined me. I took a glance at him, and without noticing my mouth stitched into a small smile.

"Ayo! Do like Poland?" Italy exclaimed as he carried the papers in his arms again with a wide, teasing grin at us.

Poland and I jolted at the lightning of shock and looked at each other with red faces. "N-no! What the heck, Italy!" I answered as I blushed brightly, Poland faked a cough and looked at Italy with a blush as well.

I went back to finishing my work, and went home to wait for Poland. I even prepared a cup of tea and some mints.

Poland pov:

I was walking down the eerie streets alone, on my way to Germany's house, then I felt a swift swish behind me so I looked to the alleyway next to me. I just kept walking down the street and from nowhere, a gun went off and shot my left wing but I was still able to fly at full speed so I flew as fast as I could even when the wound hurts so badly, dodging the remaining bullets.

I lost the stranger and arrived at the German's house, I knocked on the door. "You look so exhausted," he said, he then looked at my bloody wing, "And didn't I tell you to be careful?" he added, "It wasn't my fault, someone shot me there," I answered.

Germany's eyes shot wide open before returning to it's calmer form, "Let me treat you, and you should call the police," he replied and took me in carefully. The moment he laid hands on me I felt my heart beat faster, what the hell is wrong with me?

Germany pulled out the first-aid kit and gently bandaged my wing, I stood up and gave it a test, I hurts a bit but not that much any more, "So why'd you call me here?" I turned to him and asked, "For a friendly talk and the presentation," he replied.

We then got to work, he told me about the plan and some pointers, it was kinda boring to be honest but I could cope with it, he then asked me a question that wasn't related to the presentation.

"Why have you been ignoring me?" he asked with a sad look in his kind eyes, I stayed quiet, I can't say I want to ignore him or hate him, "If I did anything wrong, then I'm sorry," he added as he bowed in apology.

"You didn't do anything wrong, it's just..." I whispered and cut myself off, "It's just what?" he asked softly, "I'm bu...sy?" I lied and felt a twist in my stomach, "Oh, ok, I'm sorry that I put you into this 'meeting'," he apologized quickly with an apologetic tone, "You can go I you want," he told me.

"So...I'll be seeing you," I said and stood up, "See you and please be careful," he replied, I opened the door and flew high across the bright city, hoping for no more gunshots.

I went to bed and went to sleep instead of calling the police because I was that lazy. Gun shooting is normal in the city, right?

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