*Poland was walking around and he sees you, sitting alone on a bench. He decides to go up to you, and he taps your shoulder.*Hey, Caleb Wittebane , It's been forever since we talked!
who are you??
*He seems quite offended.*What do you mean "who am I"?? It's me! Poland! Your friendly neighborhood Poland!!
Uh, I don't know you, my guy.
*He seems even more offended.*"Don't know me"?? What do you mean?? We went to school together for 2 years!
Oh, did we really.
*He seems annoyed by this, he crosses his arms.*Come on!! How can you not remember me?? We took history class together!!
Oh, wait! Where you the one guy that was invaded by those two goobers in world war 2, so when we learnt about it you cried the whole class? I was sitting next to you.
*Now you've made Poland really mad, he has his arms crossed and his eyebrow raised.*"That one guy" who was "invaded by 2 goobers." Listen up buddy. I am not "that one guy who was invaded by 2 goobers." My people have had horrible things done to them for centuries and centuries, and you just call me "that one guy who was invaded by 2 goobers."
Yeah, y'know, Yahtzee germany and the soviet onion?
*He has a look on his face that says he wants to slap you but he's restraining himself.*You... You...
What? I have to keep this PG, gonna show it to my little cousins after this.
Just to get this straight... You call my people the Soviet Onion and the other "goober" Germany, correct??
No, they were inavded by those people, right?
*Poland takes a deep breath to calm himself.*Yes... Yes they were...
Ooooh, sucks to suck.
*Poland looks furious now.*"Sucks to suck"? Are you even joking right now?...
I'm gonna take that as an auf wiedersehen.
*Poland can't believe you said that. He seems hurt now more than mad.*"Auf Wiedersehen"... Are... Are you actually leaving?..
Well of course I am.
*Now the hurt and the anger seem to mix together on his face.*Why are you leaving?
Because I can. Goodbye.
*Now Poland looks sad, he doesn't even know what to say.*... Goodbye....
*I walk away.*
*Poland watches as you walk away, he's still hurt, but now he starts crying. He covers his face so nobody can see the big tears running down his face while he sits on the bench.*
*I keep walking, choosing to ignore Poland.*
*Poland sits on the bench crying, his whole body shaking. He stays like this for about 10 minutes before he finally stands up and starts walking back home... Crying the whole way home.*
*I still ignore Poland.*
*It starts raining. At first Poland just shakes at the rain hitting him, but then he starts crying again.*
*Just then, a familiar german and russian accent can be heard.*
*Poland stops in his tracks. He turns to look at who is talking, curious.*
*The two figures lurch over Poland, only then can he realize who it is.*
*His eyes open up wide and he tries to run away, but there's nowhere to flee. So he closes his eyes and covers his face.*N... no... No... please...*He can hear them laugh.*
*They laugh louder, and the red german man grabs Poland's shoulder, not saying anything and still laughing.* Hallo, Polska. *He says.*
*When Poland hears them talking in German and Russian he starts shaking like a leaf and he can't talk, it's like fear has frozen him in place.*N... n... no...
*The USSR and Third Reich stand behind Poland, their hands on his shoulders.*
*Poland is shaking like crazy, he wishes he could do something but he's too scared, his eyes fill with tears.*
*The USSR caresses Poland's face, then grabs his chin, digging his fingernails in. The Third Reich grasps Poland's shoulders tighter, now bruising them.*
*Poland screams in a mixture of shock and fear, his eyes fill completely with tears as the fear and the pain gets worse. He starts trembling, as the pain from Reich grabbing him gets worse and the fingernails on USSR's hand dig deeper into his face.*
*Just then, then rude person from earlier comes back.* Scheu, шучу. *The person says, pulling the Third Reich and the USSR off Poland.*
*Poland falls to the floor and curls up in a ball, crying. He seems to be shivering like crazy.*
*The person from earlier watches Poland, listening to the USSR and Third Reich laugh at him in the background.*
*Poland just sobs, unable to get up from where he is now due to how scared he is. He looks like a small child crying.*
Haha, bozo, lmao. *The person from earlier says.*
*Poland keeps on sobbing and shaking, he can't do anything other than to cry, he even hides his face in his knees while doing so.*
THATS THE END WAHOOOOOO
Im going to stop here bcz
Anyways, the AI is Poland Countryhumans by @Infinityy-Forever mkay toodles
