Lost Redemption [Countryhumans GerPol Fanfiction] [COMPLETE]

FINALE

-2 weeks later-

Rubbing his throbbing head, Poland was on the couch, trying to rest. It has been 2 weeks, though it felt like 2 years already.
Poland was still missing Germany greatly.

For the past week after Poland had been discharged from the hospital, some days he would get into full frustration, anger, and hatred at himself, punching his pillow or even the walls.

The UN meeting was canceled because of the great loss of Germany. It would be held one week from today.

Because both of the countries were lost and had almost died from severe frostbite and malnourishment, the UN was working for better technology to prevent this, and established a new rule that every country, state and city must show up everyday for attendance, 7 days to the meeting. It would get really repetitive, though it was better than for this to never happen again.

Poland had also gotten a surgery for a foot transplant, due to severe frostbite. It was difficult to walk, though he was gradually getting used to the metallic sound against the wooden floor.

Especially because more than 80 million people had lost their lives. Dissolved into dust as a mystery.

His eyes were still red and watery from crying, and his throat hurt from screaming in mourning and anger. For every person that visited him, he would let him in, and the only thing they'd talk about is them trying to let him go of Germany, and reminded him of the past between them.
"N-Nie! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. GET OUT!" He said with gritted teeth as the person would run out. Because of this, he decided to lock his door at all costs, nobody coming in and nobody coming out. True isolation at the loss of someone he loved but others that wouldn't understand.

In the day all he wanted to do was to sleep.
And in the night he wouldn't fall asleep.

Some days he would stare at kitchen knives, fantasizing what it would be like to reunite with him. In his arms, in his smile, in his love.
But he would be snapped back into reality, then starting to either burst out in anger or start sobbing all over again.

But for right now, he was both mentally and very physically exhausted, finally getting the sleep he needed.

A knock suddenly came to his house. Nobody had visited in a while, so it was quite strange.
Poland woke up, though he didn't get up to inspect who it was. "GO. AWAY." He said, hoping the person outside would hear their muffled voice from inside to get out.

Merely a few seconds later, it cane again. It seemed more urgent, as it was quicker and louder.

A groan erupted from the house after the second knock, and Poland decided it would just be best to get it over with.

Stomping with his fists clenched, he opened the door with a clear scowl and frustration on his face. "WYNOŚ SIĘ Z MOJEGO DOMU KURW-..." His voice cut off and died at the appearance of a black, red and yellow flag, a little frightened at him snapping at him.
He was wearing a simple brown jacket, a black, comfy sweater and black jeans with winter boots. It looked just like him.

For the past week, Poland had dealt with even hallucinations, he could see the flag, and it sucked since he knew that he wasn't coming back. 

But who would even come to his house at this point? Everyone who had tried to visit him was chased off after trying to tell him that his love of Germany is rather dangerous, and he didn't remember ordering anything online, since he hadn't gone to a store or shop in person ever since the forest experience.

There was this one time where he almost ordered a rope, though he shook his head. He knew it was wrong, and he knew that a death like that wouldn't end up making himself reunite with Germany. He knew Germany would be disappointed in him, and that wouldn't be a good ending. Besides, almost 40 million people would die.
And so he forced himself to not. Regardless of this, he still wanted to do it so bad, just to click 'add to cart' to do it, but he simply closed the computer, ending it with a shaky, heavy sigh.