School of Secrets {Countryhumans School AU}

Chapter Nine: What is it?

A/N: After this chapter, POV's will shift a lot more. I just wanted to give each of the main characters the spotlight for a bit and experiment with which personality I could write better. If you guys have any preferences, or suggestions, please let me know! :)

Poland's POV

I'm running for my life, hopping over barbed wire and trenches, dodging corpses on the ground, and trying my best not to throw up. My broken wings flutter uselessly behind me, too broken even to flap and give me that extra burst of speed I so desperately need. I stumble on a used bombshell and go crashing down, ending up staring at the gruesome face of a dead soldier. The grinning mask of death leered at me, seeming to speak to the darker recesses of my mind. 

'You can't keep this up forever, look at you!'

I knew that my mind was playing tricks on me, and that I desperately needed to get out of there now, but I spared a glance down at my trembling figure.

My clothing was torn and ragged, blood smears and ashy swirls the only color visible. My body was broken and bruised, my wings were filthy, full of dirt, grime, blood, and ash.

The soldier was right.

I couldn't keep this up for much longer.

I heard a crashing noise from behind me, and the sounds of fire, screaming, and guns came closer.

'CRAP,' I thought panicked, 'I wasted too much time here, I need to go!'

As soon as I started moving again, my weak body crashed once again down to the earth. I panted heavily, and tried again, but the adrenaline that had kept me going had run out, and my exhaustion was creeping up on me. I frantically looked for a place to hide, but on the wide plain of death, there was no escape from eventual discovery.

Too late.

An army vehicle pulled up behind me, and two men jumped out, one with a red face with a white circle and a black swastika. He grinned at me, shark-like teeth glinting in the hazy light from the cloud-covered sun. But my fear was mostly directed at his silent companion. A monstrously tall man with a tall, rectangular face. He had no visible mouth, and the only emotion that could be discerned from his face was to be found in his eyes.

His cold, glittering black, eyes...

I felt myself falling into their void, I screamed and flapped my wings, reaching out for help, falling...

falling......

falling.........

I bolted upright from the couch, eyes dripping with tears, my wings shivering. I hugged my self and cried.

'It was only a dream, only a dream, only a dream...'

I was dimly aware of a pain in my wings from being forced in an awkward position, they pressed into someone laying beside me, who sat up and moved them into a more comfortable position. I continued to rock myself back and forth, crying silently.

Two arms wrapped around me, and I flinched, before turning and crying into their shoulder. They rubbed my back, which calmed me down. I breathed easier and stopped shaking so much.

"Poland, are you okay?" Germany asked me.

"I'm o-okay n-now..." I weakly replied.

"Do you vant me to make some breakvast for you?"

"Th-that would b-be nice..."

He patted my head and got up. I missed his warmth. Ugh, I'm such a wimp, why can't I find the courage to tell him my feelings? I sighed, and reluctantly got up from the couch, stepping over the snuggled Japan and South Korea, who were still asleep. I started to pack my things into my schoolbag.