Lost Redemption [Countryhumans GerPol Fanfiction] [COMPLETE]

Twelve

Poland's eyes shot open. Everywhere was surrounded with white, it was still the forest, and snowing. Though, the environment seemed much nicer. He wasn't starving, bleeding, or on the brink of death. Was this all a dream, or this was the dream?

He walked around. Pretty soon, he saw someone with big black wings. Poland immediately knew who it was, and hugged him from behind.

The German yelped in surprise, but hugged tight back. After hugging for a while, they kissed and looked at each other. Even though Germany was all healed, Poland could tell there was sorrow in his eyes.

"Niemcy...? Is, is something wrong?" Poland asked, putting his hand on the German's cheek.

"I... I'm sorry...-" He quickly looked away, only showing the side of his face.

"What? Is this a dream, Niemcy?"

After a while of dead silence, Germany looked with a pained smile. A tear came from his eye slid down fast and into the snow.

"It's okay, mein freund."

Poland was slapped with a thousand questions after he said that. Is this a dream? Where are we? Are we dead? Are we in the hospital? Are we in the afterlife? Or, am I dead and he's alive? But... what if it's the opposite?? His eyes widened after the last thought. "N-Niemcy?!"

And then he woke up.

Poland screamed, gasping and looking around. He was in the hospital, and could hear his heartrate. He sighed. At least he was finally where he was supposed to be. After a few minutes in his thoughts, he looked down. He had to cover his mouth in order to not scream.

His feet were amputated.

He stared at the many bandages wrapped around the area where he guess they did surgery for a few seconds. He had legs, but the feet were not there. Poland sighed. He half expected for this to happen, but he was still very surprised. Seconds later, an immense, sharp pain stabbed him in the stomach. The remembrance of starvation came back, and then he saw it.

There was a tray of food. Steaming, white and pure rice. Three little dumplings with a small saucer containing the dumpling sauce. Two yellow circles caught his eye which was for over easy eggs, his favorite. And lastly, two ham slices, ever sliced so perfectly.

His mouth immediately watered, and the constant pain in his stomach never hurt so much before. He got the plate and started feasting, enjoying every single bite, chew and swallow. Joy slowly filled him as he slowly ate. He soon finished every single egg yolk and grain of rice, letting out a happy sigh as he sipped some water for a last touch.

The nurse entered in. "Hello, Poland. I see that you have eaten your meal and drank your water. Good."

Poland nodded. "The food was very delicious."

The nurse gave a warm smile.

"May I uhm... see myself...?"

She sighed. "I was planning to do that." She gave Poland the mirror. "Well, here you go."

Poland looked at himself and he frowned in disgust. There he met the most malnourished person he could imagine: himself. His hair was matted and an absolute mess, his white hair intermixed with red from dried blood, his flag was still kind of faded, and bruises were on his cheekbones. The eyes were the ones the worst. They were as red as what his flag was supposed to look like, and he couldn't tell what below his eyes were eye bags or more bruises. The Polish man assumed it was both, and he was right.

"Jesus..." He looked away.

The nurse put the mirror away and sighed. "You can always look better in just a few days. We'll bring you in a wheel chair and you can take a shower and other hygienic needs, and the eye bags and bruises will soon go away. Matting would take a while, but you'll get to normal soon."