Come little Polska

🇵🇱.:|Chapter 7 - Angel Wings|:.🇵🇱

Poland sat in the sun room, his wings fluttering softly at the warmth. Reich allowed him to sit by himself if the door stayed open, so Poland kept the door open. Reich was in the kitchen writing a list of food he would need to order for the next week. Poland swung his legs back and forth on the chair and stared out the window.
"What are you thinking about Polen?" Reich said, writing down 'painkillers'. Poland stopped his legs and looked at the floor. He didn't want to be punished again.
"Just... you and your cooking skills...?" Poland lied.

Reich nodded and smiled. He placed the pen down and walked over to the doorway.
"Your wings look gorgeous in the sun light Polen, such a pretty country." Reich said stepping into the room and petting his wings. Poland forced himself to lean into the touch, he was scared of what Reich could do if he felt he wasn't listening.
"Polen I never want to hurt you but when you disobey me I just see red." Reich explained, his body shifting so he was behind Poland. His hands tranced the wings, pressing down on the curves. He followed the build of the wings gently touching in places normally neglected.

Reich pressed down at the base of Poland's wings. In seconds the wings expanded outwards, fully open. Poland let out a sharp moan as his wings stood in attention. Reich gasped softly as he continued putting pressure at the spot Poland reacts so well too.
"S-Stop-!" Poland says, trying to keep his body in control.
"What are wings doing Polen? Did you know they could do this?" Reich asked. Poland shivered slightly, his wings clouding his mind.

Reich waited impatiently for a reply, his hands moving across the feathers. Poland huffed slightly as his face blushed brightly. He felt embarrassed that Reich had found a sweet spot of sorts. They both look up at the window to see Switzerland knocking on the window.
"Yu-ho! Sorry to interrupt but do you have sugar? I'm trying to make chocolate!" Switzerland says, holding an empty measuring cup. Poland looks at Switzerland and gives him a confused 'dude can't you see I'm being held against my will' look.

"I think we have sugar. Come in." Reich says, opening the sliding door. Switzerland steps in and follows Reich to the kitchen. Poland takes the time to quickly write a 'help me' note and slides it in Switzerland's hand.
"That should be enough! Thank you!" Switzerland says not looking at the note Poland gave him yet. Reich smiled and lead Switzerland outside, locking Poland in the house.
"Now I hope you'll stay neutral and not call the police about Poland and I." Reich says, his eyes staring into Switzerland's soul. Switzerland nods and skips back to his house. Being neutral is the best.

Poland waited inside for Reich to come back in, he wasn't sure what to do. Would Switzerland help him or would he need someone else? Poland wanted to run out the door while Reich was coming in but he didn't see that working. Poland remembered the night this all started, he remembered walking home. He remembered seeing his lights on and he remembered his phone, in his bag, on the hook. Poland quietly walked over to the bag and pulled his phone out. There were a couple of notifications as well as a text from France. Poland didn't read it yet, instead he shoved the phone into his pocket. He hoped Reich wouldn't notice it.

Reich entered the house to see Poland sitting on the couch nervous. He came over and petted Poland's head.
"Don't worry, he promised he'd stay out of our way. Now, would you like to watch a movie?" Reich said, sitting down next to Poland. Poland nodded quietly and moved closer to Reich, he needed his trust if he wanted to escape.
"Sure, what movie?" Poland muttered, gently hugging Reich's arm. Reich looked at Poland and caressed his cheek.
"Let's see what's on Netflix then." Reich said, setting up a movie and turning the lights off. Poland watched as Reich did this and cursed himself for the awkward position he was in.

"Are you comfortable there Polen?" Reich said his mind wondering why he had a sudden change in attitude.
"Mhm! Just peachy Reich!" Poland said, his voice mimicking a cheery one. Reich nodded and started the movie, "The book thief". Poland wanted to stop watching as it hit a little to close to home for him. Instead he sat there and let the memories fade in and out of his mind. He had come into contact with Third when his rampage was just starting out. Poland shivers at the memories and feels himself grow cold. Out of the six million Jews killed 3-4 million of them were polish. Poland forced himself to never forget what the Germans did to his people. He never will.