Prove Me Wrong (Rusame)

Mirrored Problems

Narrator's POV

It was a warm day, a bright blue sky with faint clouds painting the open canvas. Perfect weather for summer events, relaxing in the sun, or even enjoying the atmosphere. Instead, Russia was pacing around the path that lead to the entrance of the park. He held his hand behind his back and his thumbnail in his mouth, which he nervously chewed on. Whenever he was this nervous, he’d used to pull out a cigarette and the nicotine would calm him down, but he had promised Bel he would stop.

The slightest urge was there and he was focusing more on it to help distract him from his persistent thoughts. It wasn't helping him addiction wise, but he'd prefer that.

His phone buzzed in his jean pocket and he quickly took it out. It was a text from Poland telling him that he was on his way.

Of course, the first person Russia would think to text or even seek help for with this certain. . .topic was Poland. It seemed right, fitting almost, Poland had come to him for help with Germany. Russia just never suspected he’d be on this side of the script.

While Russia was too worried to notice how nice the day was, Poland was trying to feel it all as he felt the rush of wind through his feathers. The warm sun rays that hit him, the air that smelled freeing and fresh, the faint sounds of other birds. He missed the days he could fly around and not have a care in the world. He couldn’t imagine he’d get the chance to do this again, to feel the same sensations he felt before.

Now if only he could remember how he could use his healing.

It was something he used to do a lot. Back when having wings was a little more common, a little safer. He could heal wounds, depending on his own health, he could heal fatal or small wounds. Even more, he could help fix and heal another country’s wings. Especially the younger countries that had them. Kids are accident prone, they would frequently injure themselves. Poland would heal them, help them mend bones, grow back feathers, even entire parts of wings, things that could take months to fix done in a span of a few days. Once he managed to help a country grow back an entire wing.

Once he lost those, he lost the ability to help them. He noticed countries start to hide them more, they stopped flying, he even heard rumors of countries cutting off their own wings so they couldn’t be used against them as Poland’s had. He couldn’t blame them, they were just scared. He was a walking reminder that the cruelest of countries could be hiding in plain sight and are willing to ruin whatever they want.

Now he was hoping he’d switch that around. That even after what had happened, he can grow past it and be stronger. Wings and all. Maybe now countries can feel safe and start to spread their own wings.

But all of that will have to unfold on its own. Right now, he had a closeted Russian to deal with. And by the urgency of his texts, he was hoping that Russia hadn’t done anything bad.

Poland spotted Russia by the gated entrance of the park, pacing back and forth. He looked more nervous than angry, so that calmed down Poland’s worries slightly. He can try and land next to him, he does need to practice his drop landing a little more.

Hearing fluttering of wings, larger than the birds he had previously been hearing, Russia looked up to see Poland diving down from the sky at him. He breathed out a sigh of relief and finally stopped pacing and stood still to wait for him to land.

He was descending pretty fast.

A little too fast.

Shit.

“Too low, too low!” Poland shouted in fear as he noticed he was about to crash land with Russia right in his path. Russia noticed it too and started to run out of the way, but he had realized too late and was knocked to the grass by Poland. The two rolled for a second, Poland sliding the furthest and ending up with his legs suspended in the air leaning against a tree while Russia was a few feet behind him lying on his stomach.