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Germany grabbed a key hidden in a potted plant and opened the door. "Poland?"

He leaned on the doorway, back facing against it. 'Nope! Not here!' he said, holding his wings tight. There was a shelf on top by the door, with a jar on it. It had the flower inside it.

Germany pushed against the door. "Poland, open the goddamn door!"

'Nie!' he protested.

He pushed harder against the door. "Ja!"

The jar on the shelf was now starting to shake, it almost tipping. He breathed heavily, and kept on pushing the door back with the little force he had left. Though, he eventually couldn't, and fell back.

Germany pushed the door open. "Poland, are you alright?" He asked, hugging his friend.

'Why?' he asked, his voice cracking. He heard the jar tip over, the lid falling off, and then fall over on top of Germany.

'Niemcy-!'

Germany flinched. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry!"

The jar shattered, but instead the shards poking onto Germany, they somehow disintegrated. Only the flower remained, landing on top of his head, sparkling.

'G-Germany..?' he asked, staring at him with a worried expression.

"What-Where'd the pieces go? Is there... something on my head?" Germany asked.

He nodded, pointing at the flower. His hands were shaking, 'The shards also.. D-disappeared..'

"I noticed. You seem a bit... concerned. Is there a baby bird on my head or something?"

'N-no.. It's nothing!' he chuckled, trying to cover it up. He didn't want to tell what would happen to his bestest friend.

"Alright." He felt the top of his head with his hand and grabbed the flower by the stem. "Aww, it's a little flower."

Poland nodded, standing up, still holding his wings. He gave them out to Germany, 'I-I'm... So so sorry,' he said, looking down.

Germany took the wings in his hands, putting the flower on the shelf. "It's okay."

He hugged his friend, crying. 'I'm so fucking sorry for what I've done..'

Germany returned the hug. "It's not your fault. You need help, Poland. And I'm going to help you."

'B-but how..? I can't be helped, I'm so fucking broken.. I'm just glass that's already been broken to shards for 20 fucking years..' he choked out.

"No, you're not. You saw what happens to broken glass in this house. It disappears. You're still here, right? You're not broken."

Poland sniffed, silently crying into his shoulder. 'C-can you help me.. Then.?'

"Yes. Of course I can." Germany wasn't sure what he was going to do, but he was going to help his friend the best he could.

The flower stayed silently on the shelf, glittering purple. Poland nodded, sniffing. He didn't let go, though.

Germany rubbed Poland's back comfortingly, choosing to stay silent.