No one's POV
Whose fault could it be?
Mine?
Germany's?
America's?
Snow's?
Well, here the answer for that question could be answered.
Since 🅱️oland was a child, regret was something that was never present in his life. Nor was guilt. He hunted and murdered animals of all sizes, he enjoyed to hear them shriek and found it amusing how they desperately tried to escape his clutches.
The first victim that died in his hands was a small duck he drowned in a pond, to his surprise this particular duck had hatched 12 small ducklings... I'm guessing you already know who the next victims were.
When he got bored of torturing the small creatures, he began eating them alive. Slowly cutting off or simply ripping out parts of their small fragile bodies while these were still breathing. He enjoyed feasting on them raw the most, the sweet smell of their blood and the taste of their meat was exquisite.
He enjoyed having small animals as a target, but eventually, he got bored of it and decided to get something larger. That same day, 🅱️oland choked a deer to death. The next he ripped the utter of a recent mother cattle out. The day after that he hung a horse by the legs and gouged out its eyes, then proceeded to gut it alive.
Eventually the thrill of doing that left.
But, he still wanted more.
After thinking for days on end, feeling the need to kill something slowly ate him live, 🅱️oland decided to kill a person.
This would be much more entertaining. He thought as he sharpened his hatchet.
And it was.
After killing his first human being, he started feeling... different. A dark heavy cloud started to follow him, a soft negative voice filled his head, listing all his past mistakes, but that never bothered him, he mostly ignored the voice.
Then he was captured by Third Reich, and everything got worse, the voice got louder, and louder with each and every passing day locked up. His wings were ripped from him, he was beaten day in and day out, slowly and ever so slowly, his sanity drained.
🅱️oland was then 'rescued' by USSR, which only brought him some beatings from time to time. Though when these did happen, they were awful, worse in comparison to Third Reich's, but strangely they felt less painful. He didn't know why.
One day, he decided that enough was enough and MADE USSR leave him alone, he then changed his name, his looks, his build. After being taken advantage of for many years 🅱️oland wanted to take control of his own life, no one was going to ever control him ever again. Since he couldn't have his large white wings back, he decided to tattoo them on his back.
The guy's attitude changed. He wasn't sacred anymore, he was nice, thoughtful, handsome, strong. He looked nothing like the guy he used to be. He helped many countries out and gave them support.
When you leave the story here it sounds nice, like a happy ending for him. 🅱️oland was a bad country, he was tortured, mistreated and then turned into a big softie.
I would love to end the story here....
But....
This is 🅱️oland were talking about.
Nothing that has to do with him will ever end well.
As time went on, he started to develop an obsessive nature over everyone. At first, he dismissed it as a feeling of admiration towards that person. Until it grew unbearable. He felt like he needed that part all to himself.
The first human girl he encountered after being free, had very pretty legs, long and swarthy, she had nice calves, and lovely knees. He liked those legs and only kept in touch with her to see them.
He felt like he needed them badly and when she came over to visit him, 🅱️oland ripped them off of her. He kept them untouched for days, only touching them to caress the skin and plant soft kisses while he progressively ate the body of the young girl. When the skin of those beautiful legs sadly started to decompose, he had to dispose of them.
After that 🅱️oland turned into a serial killer. Every time he saw someone that caught his obsessive attention, he wouldn't stop until he had them all to himself.
🅱️oland eventually acquired the ability to know everything about someone just by looking at them, every single detail of a person's life was at the palms of his hand. He didn't care to know how he obtained this unique ability. It was something that happened suddenly. And since it benefited him, he didn't care to know where it came from or how it came to his possession.
Of course, the voice was still there, but it was growing quieter. He didn't know how, but he could somehow speak to it, and would do so from time to time. However, this only happened when the voice was somewhat bearable.
The voice criticized him, corrected him and made 🅱️oland angry every time the opportunity would strike, until the day he formally met Germany. Somehow, him meeting Germany put the voice to a stop. He didn't know how Germany did it, but it stopped. And he was glad for it.
He fell in love for the first time with him. He loved every single part of the German. His body, his personality, his way of thinking. Germany's love had satisfied his obsessive nature.
Time progressed, and 🅱️oland's second nature slowly faded. The need to have everything he liked in someone died down. Or so he thought it had. It had only fallen asleep, waiting for the perfect person to arrive and awake it.
And it happened...
You...
It was YOU it was waiting for...
YOU made this happen.
YOU awoke the slumbering monster that resided inside 🅱️oland.
Every single action after your appearance here is YOUR fault.
YOU deserve to die by the hands of the monster YOU awoke.
After all what's happening now is all YOUR fault Y/N.
And...
Sadly....
A corpse can't undo this action.
