Come little Polska

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Poland snapped back into reality at around 1:30am. He shot up from his bed and sat up. He didn't remember much and his head thumped in agony. This head wasn't the only thing stinging, his stomach was wrapped up tightly with a crepe bandage. The top layers seemed to be fine but underneath was a dark pink colour, he needed to change them. He went to undo the bandages when he realised his hands were tied together.
"Kurwa mać! (*super angry* Fucking Hell!) dlaczego nie rozwiązałeś moich rąk? (Why didn't he undo my hands?)" Poland whisper-yelled to himself as he tried untying his hands.

After a few moments of struggling, Poland had to stop due to the pain in his stomach. Poland huffed in defeat and waited for the pain to calm down slightly. Poland bit down on the rope, slowly but surely loosening it.
"Ah Ha!" Poland proclaimed as the rope fell from his hands. He gently slipped out of bed while trying not to double over in pain. He slowly walked into his bathroom and opened the first aid kit. He found a fresh bandage as well as some painkillers.
"Schmerzmittel! (Painkillers!)" Poland opened the lid and poured two of the tablets into his hand.

He ran the tap, put the first tablet in his mouth and cupped his hands to drink the water. After repeating the process for the second tablet Poland turned the tap off.
"That should make me feel better soon..." Poland whispered to himself as he removed the old bandage. The letters glisten crimson red as blood pools in the cuts. Poland throws the old bandage in the bin and cleans the cuts with some water. Once they are decent enough Poland rewraps them in a clean bandage.
"Ow- ow ow ow ow-" Poland mutters. His stomach groans in pain and Poland lets himself fall to the ground.

As his core muscles refuse to hold him up anymore, Poland stays like that for sometime. His hands grip the sink, knowing once he is fully down he isn't coming back up until lunch.
"Polen, are you awake? I heard a thump." Reich says after opening the bedroom door. Poland tries to keep in a groan, why did he show up at the worst of times?
"It's nothing... Go away- Ow-!" Poland said, trying to sound tough. Reich made his way to the bathroom that was attached to Poland's room.
"Are you hurt?" Reich asked gently picking Poland up and resting his weight on his hip and chest.

"I-" Poland started, the new position comfortable but embarrassing. It took most of the pressure off of the cuts and was so warm Poland could easily go back to sleep.
"No...?" Poland muttered as he rested against Reich. He had been lonely for so long after the Holy Roman Empire disappeared. Poland could smell the HRE scent off of her son's clothes. He missed her so much. Poland sighed at the memories from long ago and cuddled closer, never wanting her to go. Reich was a little taken back to say the least, he did care for the country. He never thought Poland would react like this to him.

Reich gently carried Poland downstairs. He kept him on his hip as he turned on the heater, grabbed a blanket and a water bottle. Reich laid down on the couch and let Poland rest on his chest. He threw the blanket over them and gave Poland some water to re-hydrate.
"Are you comfortable Polen?" Reich asked, stroking the others forehead to put him to sleep. Poland nodded sheepishly and rested his head on Reich's chest.
"...warm..." Poland muttered. Slowly the pair's eyes drooped down.

The field glowed yellow as the sun set in the sky. The pinks, oranges and reds swirled around the darkening sky. The field was growing wheat or rye, it wasn't important.
"Guten Tag vater." Third said suddenly sitting next to Reich in the field. Third was slender like Reich but wasn't as tall.
"Son, how are you?" Reich asked, he knew this wasn't the real Third.
"I am the real Third vater! Honest!" Third protested, clearly hearing Reich's thoughts.

"Vater? Deutschland visited me, it was nice to see him again. I wish he visited more." Third said, his hands playing with the picnic mat. Third was always a good kid, he just fell down a rabbit hole in his early twenties before committing mass killings.
"Vater, you said you wouldn't judge... you and I both know if I didn't Deutschland wouldn't be safe." Third said. They sat together in that field for some time, the gentle breeze flowing through Third's brown hair. In Reich's opinion it was much too long but-
"It's not too long Vater! It is prefect length!" Third yelled.

Reich looked at his son once more, the tough act left in his cell. He could see his son for what he was, a stressed out kid that made ghastly mistakes.
"I am glad someone sees me Vater." Third said, his posture softening. His eyes locking with his father's. Third sadly held his father's hand.
"Vater, I love you with all my heart... but you need to let go. Polen has his own life. You must understand, he does not deserve to be trapped." Third said, his voice soft and caring.
"If you truely love him Vater... let him go." Third said. Reich focused on his son. He couldn't believe this, his own son attacking him on his life choices?

"Vater it's not like that at all-! Please. Let him go-" before Third could finish Reich willed him from his dream. The sun had not moved in sometime, perhaps it was stuck at sun set? Reich didn't know nor did he care. Poland was his everything. Poland made Reich complete. Poland is the reason Third was even born in the first place. Of course, Reich would never tell his son that.
"Why does life have to be so difficult?" Reich said to himself as he laid on the mat. The wind began to pick up as he laid there, the sun set stuck in a forever stance.
"Third, you moron... but, I should ask Deutschland to visit you more."

Reich sat up on the couch and looked around. Poland was missing. Reich got up and started looking around the house, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in Poland's room and even the laundry. Reich started to panic slightly, his mind was filled with a million thoughts.
"Polen? Polen where are you?" Reich yelled, anger rising in him.
"Polen!" Reich yelled as he opened the new door to the sun room. Poland jumped slightly at the sound and knocked over his water spray. Poland had been clipping his bonsai at the time, unaware of the search.

"Polen what are you doing?" Reich asked, composing himself slightly. Poland picked up the water spray and placed the scissors on the table. He shrugged slightly and sprayed the soil slightly.
"Trying not to drown my bonsai... he nearly died after you..." Poland went silent and focused more on his plant.
"I was looking for you everywhere. Did you not hear me calling for you?" Reich said, slightly annoyed.
"I must have blanked." Poland said, trying to end the conversation.

A few moments passed and the only sounds heard were Poland, clipping the leaves of his bonsai. Reich sat down on a chair next to Poland, just wanting to see what he saw last night.
"You slept like a baby last night. The cuts didn't seem to bother you." Reich said, convently forgetting to mention the couple of photos he took. Poland blushed softly, his focus moving from the bonsai to Reich.
"I'd rather you not mention last night... it never happened. Alright?" Poland said, trying to sound threatening.

"Aw, why not? Is it because you snuggled up to me or is it because you slept like a baby?" Reich teased. Poland sighed and stared at the country in front of him.
"No, it's because you smell like your mother." Poland said before cleaning up and placing the bonsai back on his shelf.
"My mother? That's why you slept with me?" Reich asked confused.
"She has been gone for sometime Polen." Reich said, watching Poland mutter something.
"N-Never mind. Just- just don't think it's ever going to happen again." Poland said while holding his side, clearly the tablets were wearing off.

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