Lost Redemption [Countryhumans GerPol Fanfiction] [COMPLETE]

Four

DAY ONE: 
Poland slowly opened his eyes. He wondered why he was so fucking cold. It took him a while to remember, then a wave full of fear washed over him, when he was reminded he was lost with Germany. The snow had stopped, but there was a little bit of snow still on his hair. Only a little, because Germany's wings were shielding them from the snowflakes. He turned his head around to see him awake. Poland looked Germany's wings, their burned and torn weighed down with snow. They even had some icicles dripping cold, melted snow.

"Guten morgen, Polen." He said in a quiet and gentle tone.

"Dzień dobry, Niemcy.." He said, studying his face. The German's face was a mix of negative emotions, although his voice was quiet and gentle. Poland could at least tell he looked tired and stressed. He opened his mouth but he said something first.

"I know what you're about to ask me. It's hard to sleep with not knowing if these are your last days in the forest, adding that it's so damn cold..."

Poland was still freezing, although the wings and the close embracement helped a lot. "Aren't your wings cold?"

"Numb."

He stared at the ground. "Oh..."

There was a long silence.

"Maybe we can alternate every night so those wings of yours won't freeze...?"

"Very fair."

Germany soon closed his wings and sat up from the coffin-shaped hole. He opened his pocket and there was a plastic back full of melted snow water. "I filled this plastic bag with snow earlier, vould you like to go first, Polen?"

"I think you should go first, you were the one to shield me and you from the snow anyway."

Germany managed a small, weak smile. "Sure." He opened the plastic bag with trembling hands, opened his mouth and poured the water. He left the other half for Poland.

He got the plastic back and nodded in thanks, opened his mouth and poured the rest of the water in his mouth, a little bit of water trickling down his chin and neck. He closed it and gave it back to Germany.

"Before we start walking, we should eat. Polen, du have those bars with you, right?" 

Poland got the two granola bars and the protein bar out from his right pocket. Not eating for almost 24 hours, he was starving. He wanted to eat it all. But, he blinked and split it in half, giving one half to Germany and he started to eat his own half. He started slowly, then eating it fast, feeling small satisfaction by swallowing the small but tasty food. Germany finished his half before Poland finished.

"I'm very glad you have food on you, Poland, danke."

Poland swallowed his last bite and opened his mouth to say, 'your welcome' but then the growling of wolves can be heard. His eyes widened.

"We should have not eaten in the morning..." He said quietly. He stood up and looked around and there was the Arctic wolf. It showed its fangs, and another wolf next to the other one. It was much bigger than the first one they saw. 

The wolves both wanted food.

Poland stood up, he could barely breathe with the panic inside of him. He could hear his heart pounding fast and loud in his ears. Although, neither of them moved. They just made eye contact with the wolves. 

They weren't stopping. They continued walking slowly to the two. 

The German had enough and he started to wave his arms and started to scream and yell at the wolves. "GET AWAY FROM US!!" or "FUCK OFF!!" The two animals had stopped walking. It was working.