A Fucking Mess ミ RusAme Countryhumans ミ

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Poland looked at Germany, asking him as he took a bite out of his slice, 'What happened?'

Rus sighed and looked at Ame "I gotta ask, why do you care about me?"

"Apparently my dad died. I was given no other context so I don't know how to feel about it."

"Because you're the best!"

"He shot himself"

Poland looked at him, wide eyed. 'Wh-wait what? Nazi... Died?'

"i mean....i- ....- I just dont know"

"Jesus fuck!" Germany felt tears rolling down his cheeks. "He shot himself!"

"You are!"

Poland gasped, almost choking. He felt tears escape his eyes. 'N-no.. After I fucking revived him.. No..' He sobbed, dropping his pizza and fell on his knees, like the many times he did.

"Revived him?" Germany asked, running over to comfort his friend.

He nodded, 'I placed a special flower on his head.. Two years ago..' Poland sniffed, calming down a bit.

'It's- It's kinda like- The one that fell on your head..'

He looked up at Germany, wiping his tears.

"What-What's the flower gonna do to me if... if I'm already alive?"

'I don't want to say it..'

'I- I can't! You wouldn't want to know!' he argued.

"Yes I do! Am I gonna die? At least tell me that, Poland!"

'...' He didn't say anything. Instead, he just walked over to the couch, and sat.

Ussr felt his arms hurt he set his phone down and started to take off his bandages the cracks in his arms grew and now reached his shoulders he gasped "no fuck no i thought i had more time"

Germany sighed, crying quietly. "I'm going to die, aren't I?"

He silently nodded, then weeped. 'All of us are going to die..'

He looked back at his phone and picked it up again "i have to go"

He hung up and continued to look at his arms

Germany heard the phone call end and slid it aggressively across the floor instead of throwing it. "I mean... I guess you're right, but that doesn't really help."

Poland chuckled, 'It's the truth.'

Ussr picked up the gun "it'll be better if i just end it right? Then i won't have to feel this much pain then I won't have this much suffering"

He chuckled, too. "Well, it makes it hurt a bit less. Maybe I need therapy, too."

'No, I'm the one who needs it more,' Poland elbowed him.

He grabbed his phone and texted russia 'bye I'll miss you Россия"

Germany elbowed him back. "No, me!" He laughed.