Lost Redemption [Countryhumans GerPol Fanfiction] [COMPLETE]

Nine

Poland caught Germany by the hand the last minute. He used all his strength and while screaming to spare his lover's life, he tore his bicep. But by that time, he brought Germany back to the surface. Poland panted, and then looked at Germany. Germany didn't look at Poland. Poland kept staring until he finally said something.

"NIEMCY WHAT THE FUCK?!" He screamed at Germany. The German was surprised. He opened his mouth but no words came out. He looked away again. Poland got him by the face and slapped him.

"P-Polen..." He managed to choke out in a small and barely audible voice.

"WHY?! WHY WOULD YOU END YOUR LIFE IN FRONT OF ME?! YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL I WASN'T MAD AT YOU WHEN WE FIRST SAW EACHOTHER!" He slapped Germany again. What... what am I doing? Don't you love him? A voice in the back of his head said. But he didn't listen to it. He got Germany by the hands and started shaking him. "ANSWER ME!! WHY DID YOU TRY?? I KNEW IT... I KNEW IT ALL THIS TIME... YOU NEVER CHANGED... YOU WANTED TO END IT... JUST LIKE YOUR VATER.... I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT ALL THIS TIME! YOU WANT ME TO FEEL PAIN LIKE THE TIMES IN THE WAR, DON'T YOU?! YOU WANT ME TO SUFFER BUT I ALREADY SUFFERED ENOUGH FROM YOUR STUPID FAMILY TREE!" He continued screaming at the German. As he did, the memories of war came back. Instead of shaking like always had when he remembered such horrible times, he took out all his anger at him.
 All the words, things, thoughts he wanted to say during the cold war, all spilled out in just minutes. 

Germany got Poland and slapped him. "STOP!" He screamed back. 

Poland punched back. Germany stumbled back. "NIE! GOD I HATE YOU... so...fucking...much... you... kurwa..." He panted. After a while he looked back at Germany with the most angry eyes he could give. "I've hated you and your family from the start. I never considered you a best friend. I should've never forgave you. You never changed. I thought you did, but you didn't. You took the last straw of trust from my heart, and broke it." He made a hand gesture with his two hands as if he was holding some sticks, and made a movement as if he broke the sticks in half, and then letting go of his balled hands, as if the broken sticks in half fell from his hands and into the cold snow. 

"Po-"

"It was all pointless, in the end, Niemcy." He looked at him eye to eye. "It was all pointless, Niemcy. You and I... we. We should have stayed strangers." After that, he stood up and started limping away. Germany was his only warmth, but Poland didn't care. He gave him the middle finger and he was out of sight.

Germany looked around, breathing heavily as terrible memories spilled out at the back at his brain. The memories he had always tried to forget. But yet, and forever, they would always be there. He got some snow and grabbed a handful in his trembling hands, then burying his face into it. He soon calmed down from that small panic attack. But yet he curled in a ball, and started weeping. Shaking, sniffling, whimpering and shocked at the same time on how many tears such a human could produce. He never cried so hard in his life before, ever since May of 1945.

The only thing left was just Germany and the bed-looking-coffin where they last slept. It looked like for someone's death. Before, Poland thought Germany would murder him in that hole. But the real death here was their own friendship, and now it was in the coffin.

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Poland woke up, exhausted. The sun was setting, and he couldn't move. He could at least look around, and he realized he was in the same place that he was: The bed-looking-coffin.

After a few minutes of resting, Poland slowly got up, shaking from both barely any more energy and the cold. He used his remaining energy, and he could barely move his lips.  He used his numb hands to touch the side of his aching head. Finally, he looked behind him. 

It was of course Germany. He was sitting at the edge of the cliff, staring down. Tears wouldn't stop sliding down his cheeks of his faded flag, but he just continued staring, not moving a muscle. 
A few minutes later, Germany looked at Poland. He looked very much more exhausted than ever. Nobody had seen him crying before, it was terrible. "What are you going to do now... call me Third Reich now?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Go on. I'm used to be calling that from your people to mine."

Poland sighed. He crawled and sat next to Germany. They both said nothing.

Soon, Germany broke down and started sobbing, hiding his face as more water spilled out from his face and hands. Poland looked at Germany but couldn't help it but to start breaking down and crying with him. After a while, Germany hugged him and he hugged back.

"I-I'm so sorry..." He choked out.

Germany said nothing, but continued weeping in Poland's arms. Finally, he said something. "I-It's.... It's okay..."

They didn't say anything. A few minutes later, they soon calmed down. They choked back sobs from time to time, until they decided to unzip their mouths. "Niemcy... I'm genuinely sorry... I-"

"Polen, I should be the one apologizing. I invaded you and torchered you for God knows how long. I have given you scars, invisible and visible from words and actions."

"Deutschland... you can't change the past even if you tried. You can't do anything about it. I just... snapped. They were just words I wanted to tell you during the Cold war, but I felt a little sorry during the time of your... division."

Germany's eyes widened. "Schieße.. don't remind me of that.."

"Sorry but.. it's true. I have great remorse for saying all of that, really-"

"Nein, nein, Polen. It's okay. It's not your fault. You did get abused by mein entire family, it's understandable why you had to scream and spill all those words that you've bottled up." He sighed and choked back a sob. He looked back at Poland. "May I ask... why... why didn't you get mad at me when we first met...?"

"Well... I had a dream that same day..." 

"Jesus, how often are these nightmares?"

"Random times... it usually happens close to big events or when I'm very stressed or scared I-I guess..." Poland whispered weakly. Ya know the cold still existed.

They both watched the sunset. Even though they were still cold as fuck and were dying, they couldn't help it but to manage a small, weak smile for their remaning days. Germany looked and Poland, and Poland looked at Germany. They both had a golden light on the side of their faces as the sun set. Poland blushed, so did Germany.

"...Polen...?"

"Yes...?"

He smiled more and...

Germany kissed Poland on the lips. 

Poland's eyes widened as Germany pulled away, red as fuck. But Poland only smiled, kissing back. After a while, they had to pull away to breathe.

"Ich liebe dich..."

"też cię kocham..." Poland smiled. 

"As a best friend?" Germany rolled his eyes in sarcasm.

"Heh... nie..." Poland put his arm on Germany's shoulder and leaned. Soon, he accidentally fell asleep.

"Oh Polen..." Germany patted his head gently and continued staring at the now dark sky.

Both of them couldn't stop smiling. Even though they were on the edge of the cliff, dying, cold and had just sobbed a few minutes ago, that took a turn. 

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A A A A A A I haven't updated this in a while, sorrY- online school had just started hhhh- but anyway it is here!! Hope ya enjoyeddd