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

Liebste

• again, no offense here

Poland POV:

I went to the crew to see how things were going, Germany was feeling under the weather so as a good friend, I will help him. I flew over the area, inspecting and helping the others with the event preparations.

{a few hours of preparing}

"Welp! Y'all can go home," I said, "I'm sure everyone is tired, so let's call it a day,". Everyone went back home, but I stayed behind to look after Germany. He has no one because he lives alone, I went into his room. "Hey Niemcy," I said, "Hey, cough cough," he said weakly, "are you feeling fine?" I asked, "Yes, you can go home now," he said, "But you're sick as a dog," I said, he hesitated a bit but he said 'No'. I didn't want to make him irritated, so I left the house.

Germany POV:

I didn't want to make Poland leave but I didn't want to infect him or anything. But he was willing to take care of me, I looked at the list he left on my side table. Good, nearly half of the list is done. Hopefully, they didn't make it so bad.

I texted Poland to see what they did for the decor.

BerlinGermany: @PolskaBOIII can you show me the preps?
PolishServices:DD : ok here (only the best parts)

BerlinGermany: ok, good enough
PolandServices:DD : Thanks, imma forward ur message to the crew

3rd POV:

"Holy $#^!..." Germany gasped as he looked at the photo, he had gotten a nosebleed from it. His face was as red as a strawberry, and the blood from his nose was the juice. The German felt some blood from his nose and quickly tilted his head forward, grabbed some tissues, and waited for the nosebleed to stop.

After the 'juicing' stopped, Germany took his medications and some cough syrup. He sighed and then the doorbell rang (he got himself a doorbell). He went up to the door and opened it, "Hi Niemcy!" the 'Ray of Sunshine' smiled. "P-Polen?" Germany stammered, he did not expect him to be there.

"Just check if you are ok," he said, "Did I disturb you?", "Nien, not at all," the German answered. In fact, he was a bit glad he was there, "It's been quiet since yesterday," he beamed.

Germany POV:

"So anything about the case?", "Um..." Poland squeaked, "No...". "Why not?" I asked, "Well..." he continued, "Sweden has been crying on the floor for a WEEK!", "Welp, we should wait a bit on him," I said, "there's nothing we can do.".

"We should see what would happen," Poland suggested, "Eh, why not," I shrugged. He then placed the back of his hand on my forehead. "38 c°," he stated, and pulled out a fever thingy.

Something like this...

Well, anyhoo, he sent me to bed and looked after me for the rest of the day. "You really didn't need to do that," I said as he started to leave, "Naw, a good friend is always for you," he grinned widely, "Well, thank you anyways," I sighed, "stay safe," and he left the building.

Poland POV:

I headed home after taking care of Germany, at least he's feeling better now.

I walked down the ghoulish street towards home, I put on my hood and walked instead of flying because it's Kosovo's advice. I don't want to get caught again, nope, not today, I ain't dying before GTA 6.

I walked down the sidewalk, memories passing me.

Zoning in and out repeatedly.

"THE F#¢&!?" I yelped as I got tackled to the ground, "POMOC (help)!!!". No one is going to come, right? I better get myself outta this mess. I was constantly squirming, desperately trying to save myself. "Ah-Ah-Ah!!!" one of them yelped as someone pulled his hair-hard.

"Neimcy?!" I gasped, he didn't respond. He just had a 'lay-a-finger-on-him-then-Imma-beat-yo-ass' look. He then started doing something like...um...he told me something about it...I think it's...German Ju-Jutsu? Eh anyhoo, he looked kinda cool, he released me and we fought back-to-back.

"Thanks!" I said to him after that fierce combat, "But aren't you sick?", he ignored my question and checked up on me, "Are you ok, Liebste (dear)?" he asked worryingly, "I'm fine," I smiled as I pushed his hand back lightly, I have no idea what he called me, "that skill is awesome!". He scratched his neck, "My Vather taught me,", I checked on him next, "36.3 c°, you're fine now," I said as I removed my hand from his forehead. "I told you to stay safe, did I not?" he scolded lightly, I nodded and he just sighed, "Well you are safe, that's important.".

My knees hurt from all the kicking this night.

His hands were on my shoulders...oh s#!*...my face is heating up. I flapped my wings and flew away (his hoodie had cuts at the back for his wings). I rushed to bed and buried my head into my pillow. Although my dog is still barking, I still...fell...asleep... *le snoring*