Come little Polska

🇵🇱.:|Chapter 3 - Punishment|:.🇵🇱

Poland woke up tied to his bed. He was laid down on his stomach with a pillow under his chest.  His wrists and ankles were tied to the four bedposts. Poland struggled for a moment or so, trying to break the rope.
"Polen, calm down would you?" Reich says. Poland turns his head to the right to face him. He is sitting on one of the stools from the kitchen. A laptop sitting on his lap.
"I hope you don't mind me using your card to order a door. The other one can't be fixed." Reich says after a few moments of silence.

"You're going to do it anyway, no matter what I say..." Poland mutters back in reply. Reich hums back and continues to click and type away. Poland stays silent. 'He wouldn't... do THAT would he..?' Poland thought to himself. Reich continued to read a document online while Poland thought about the worst. He could be bashed or- or raped! Poland shivered at the idea, he wasn't even sure what Reich would do. Hopefully not the second option.
"You seem worried, what's wrong Polen?" Reich asked, his eyes trailing up to meet Poland's.

"What's wrong?! You tied me to a bed after knocking me out! That's what's wrong!" Poland yelled as he thrashed against the ropes. Reich put more focus on Poland now. His eyes looking along his body.
"Although it is tempting, I said I wasn't going to hurt you Polen. I'd never do that to you." Reich reassured. His eyes flickered down to the computer screen and finished reading the article.
"Would you say your wings are the same build as a parrot's?" Reich asked politely.

Poland thought for a moment. He supposed they were similar build and structure to those of a parrot's wings. His wings fluttered slightly, intrigued by the sudden attention.
"I mean... I suppose? What does this have to do with anything?" Poland asked. Reich smiled softly. His eyes focused more on the wings. He stood and reached out, letting the soft feathers run under his hand.
"I hate to do this but, you haven't left me a choice Polen."

Reich smoothed out the wings and flattened them. He separated the feathers.
"It's a shame really, they're such lovely wings too." Reich says. Poland grew concerned, what was going to happen to his wings? He flapped his wings in protest, he didn't want Reich to touch them.
"Polen, you are acting like a child. It's not like I am cutting them off." Reich says as he plays soft music off of his laptop.
"What are you going to do?! Leave them alone!" Poland asked, really wanting Reich gone now.

"For your punishment for the escape attempt I have decided to clip them. You'll still be able to fly, just not as high or as long. I hope you don't mind. It's just I can't have you flying away now, can I?" Reich explains. He lays a towel down along Poland's back and flattens out the left wing. Poland pulls against the ropes in protest.
"Do not fear, they will grow back in a few months or so." Reich reassures as he examines the wing.

Reich gently runs his hand down the wing. He holds a little feather. It is considerably smaller to the other feathers and seems to be slightly darker. "Ah, a blood feather. If I cut that you'll bleed. Don't worry, I'm not a monster." Reich says, measuring the wings.
"No! Please! Please don't clip them!" Poland cries but Reich holds him still.
"Now Polen, no need to worry. It won't hurt at all."

Reich grabs the scissors off the bedside table and gently cuts four of the feathers about halfway up. Three feathers, skipping the blood feather and then another single feather. Poland lets out a sob when he hears his feathers being cut. Reich was right on it not hurting but Poland cried more for his beautiful wings.
"Y-You asshole... you destroyed my w-wing..." Poland said through his sobs. Reich gently pet Poland's head in comfort.

"I don't want to, they are gorgeous wings. However, you forced my hand with that little stunt of yours." Reich whispered. He cleaned up the now clipped feathers and threw them into the bin.
"Please- please I'll be good- just don't c-clip my other wing... please!" Poland begged. Reich gently flattened the right wing. The feathers spreading so it is easier to see. There wasn't a blood feather on this side, making it easier to cut.
"Shh dear Polen, you are alright." Reich says stroking the wings.

Poland sobbed as his wings fluttered in protest. Reich held the right still and began measuring out the wing.
"We want them even on both sides so you can keep balance." Reich said, cutting the four feathers halfway down once more. Poland hid his face in the mattress, refusing to even look at Reich.
"You d-destroyed them... you d-destroyed my wings..." Poland whispered, more to himself then to Reich.
"Polen, I didn't do it to be mean. Honest." Reich says, gently untying the rope.

Poland just stayed face down on the bed. His wings droop down lifelessly. Reich gently pets the wings before cleaning up and grabbing his laptop. He closes the door to Poland's room but doesn't lock it. Instead he turns the soft music off and heads downstairs. He had already cleaned up the sun room and fixed the bonsai.
"I hope he comes down soon, perhaps I was to harsh with the punishment." Reich says to himself.

He sits down on the light gray couch and turns his laptop on. He had done a couple hours research to make sure the clipping was painless. Poland didn't scream so he assumed it was in fact, painless.
"I don't understand... if he wasn't hurt by it, why is he crying?" Reich muttered. He knew that Poland would react to the punishment, but he never guessed he'd react so badly.
"They aren't broken, nor permentantly damaged... Why on earth is Polen upset?"

Reich huffed and emailed his grandson Germany. Germany thought Reich was somewhere in Egypt for holiday. Reich wrote a few paragraphs about the sites he was visiting- such as the pyramids or the Synx. It was all completely mad up of course, he wasn't in Egypt. Germany and Reich were close, unlike Germany and Third.
"Ah... Third, I must visit him some time." Reich sad quietly.

Third was Reich's son, Germany being Third's son and Reich's grandson. Third was a strange boy growing up. He'd always think about everyone, not just himself. He did have some racist views towards Israel and slowly those views became out of hand. Third currently is in jail for multiple life sentences, 6 million to be exact.
"I wonder how he is doing..." Reich whispered to himself.

Poland laid in his bed and cried for quite sometime. He honestly didn't see the point in getting up. He wasn't going to escape, if he tried he'd be punished and his wings were clipped. He couldn't even fly properly now. 'How was Polska meant to go to space now?' He thought softly. He was more hurt by the action of clipping his wings then the actual clipping of his wings.
"S-Stupid Reich... t-taking away... my w-wings-" Poland let out a harsh sob. He let the night take his body, his eyes were sore and puffy. His arms and legs sunk into the mattress.

Sleep consumed Poland. He embraced it with open arms.

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