Hear Your Voice Pt.2 // Aph Lithuania x Poland

Him

Feliks woke up in pain. The light in the room was blinding him. He felt too tired to get up, he decided to only open his eyes. He saw the white ceiling above him and he knew right away where he was. He knew this place too well...

It took him a few minutes to adjust his vision and to finally sit up. He was in the hospital room again. He was sleeping on the cold floor, all of his bones hurt because it was so uncomfortable...

Poland did not want to stand up because he saw scared if what he could see next...

Despite the fear, he knew that he had to get up and he did so very slowly. He saw the hospital bed on the other side of the room and slowly walked up to it, knowing what he would see.

He slowly leaned toward the bed only to see Lithuania in a coma, just as he expected...

But... He saw him alive before, he took him home already... Has he...dreamed it...? Did he only dream that Toris woke up? It all seemed too real for him to accept that he was still in the hospital... The few moments he spent with Toris in their home also seemed too real to be a dream...

Suddenly, he felt someone looking at him from the door, he quickly turned around to see who it was, who dared to disturb them?

And then he saw him dressed just like during the war, with the same sadistic smile on his face, his eyes filled with madness. He was standing in the door, looking directly at him, seeming to ignore the fact that Poland wasn't alone in the room. He knew that look too well, he knew what it meant.

Before he could do anything, he felt his heart hurt as he fell to the floor, only managing to keep up on his knees. He felt a strong kick in the face which made him fall to the ground, hitting is head on the cold, white tiles, he could not see anything, he felt as if acid was eating at his eyes, he wanted to scream and get rid of it but he could not move. He knew that he did all of this, it was all his fault... He felt another stinging pain, this time on his side as he tried to get up, before he even noticed, both of his hands were covered in blood as his body had more and more wounds on it.

He was blinded and could not even get up to defend himself from what was going to come... Another strong kick in the face, another wave of pain in his heart, another helpless effort to see anything. He felt blood fill his mouth as another kick came his way. His eyes started to ring as he tried to remain conscious. The ringing changed into sounds of screaming for help and the sound of bombs exploding. Poland wanted to scream, he wanted all of this to end, he needed help but no one was there to hear him. He could not even hear his own voice.

He tried to open his eyes a few times but could not see anything, despite that, he knew that he was still standing in the door, looking directly at him, smiling from ear to ear.

Feliks tried to scream again trying to scream over the increased screaming which rung in his ears... It was no hope, he knew he would have to suffer this forever, he would never leave, no matter how much Feliks wished for it.

He felt someone standing next to him and he turned his blind eyes toward them, this was only met with more pain, he felt his body being ripped open as he tried to scream again. He could not stand it anymore, he was too weak, too weak to do anything. He felt a warm puddle of blood grow bigger underneath his body as he fell to the floor, his face once more hitting the cold tiles.

He started to shake uncontrollably as the screaming in his ears became too unbearable to handle, he looked with his blind eyes and saw nothing, his body refused to cooperate at all as he started to get an even larger seizure on the ground, blood dripping out of his mouth which was cut open. All he could do was wish to be dead, wish to finally close his eyes and never open them again... He finally wanted all of this to end once and for all. He could not longer stand more pain, more screams of people he never managed to save, they still called for his help even though they were dead, gunshots replaced screaming as the room became unnaturally silent... Was he dying? Was the gunshot for him? Stupid... That would not kill him anyway, he is a personification, he is pretty much immortal...