I heard a few silent steps outside.
-Poland?...- he asked with a shadow of fear on his face.
I was laying in the ground in a puddle of blood on the ground, shaking and crying.
He brought me fruit (how a real polish mother would do), wich he now dropped in the ground.
- POLAND! - he fell on his knees.
I had enough power to give him a slight look in the eyes.
- Arms... - that was all I could say.
Then I passed out.
***
I woke up two days later in the hospital.
I looked around.
The room was light, bright sunlight was falling from the window.
Over the window was a beautiful curtain holder, which unfortunately didn't have any curtains on it, because it was a limitless bit too light in the room.
Next to me was a screen which showed my heartbeat and one of these things that have this plastic bags that are connected to your arm and give you some kind of vitamins.
Speaking of which, I looked at my arms. All six of the openings in my arms were sewed.
They looked terrible.
I looked over to the other side of the room. It was slightly darker, because the window was on the other side of the room. Someone was there.
I got scared for a moment, but then he turned around.
Hungary...
- Hungary!... - I tried to scream but I was to weak.
-Lengyelország! Uh... sorry, Poland. - he screamed in happiness. His eyes where red and full of tears
- Hun... how long were I gone? - I asked
- Two days... - he looked at me with a sad face.
- WHATTT!? - I screamed and fell on my soft pillow, because although I had more energy I still weren't able to scream loud - Yesterday was the United Nations Conference... - I realised.
- Yes... - he sighed.
- Where u there? - I looked at him with fear in my eyes.
- No... - he looked away, than quickly rotated his head - You're more important.
- Mhm...
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