Healing Past Wounds |Remastered/Remake|

Chapter One

Narrator's POV

How hard do you think it is to get over things that have happened in the past? Well, it's pretty easy actually. All it takes is the understanding of both parties. The ability to see past the hurt.

Well, that and getting hit by a car while walking through the rain.

Poland's POV

Poland was never the luckiest person, well more like country. That was one thing that he knew due to his history.

Now though, he was at an all time low. He had no job, having been fired due to a rather bad PTSD episode, in which he attacked someone. His landlord had kicked him out of his apartment, for the same reason.

So now he had no money, no house, and no family or friends to live with. Well, maybe America would be cool with him moving in for a little bit.

That was not the thing that Poland was thinking about. No, he was currently ranting to himself as he walked down the road through the rain.

"Jaki jest problem wszystkich? To znaczy, to nie moja wina, że mam PTSD! To jest ta głupia, głupia, nazistowska wina!" (What is everyone's problem? I mean, it's not my fault that I have PTSD! It's all that stupid Nazi's fault!) Poland ranted to himself.

Now who was the Nazi he was referring to? Well it was Germany. Even though their countries were pretty close it didn't mean the two personifications were close. In fact, Poland hated Germany with a burning hatred.

That made the other male an easy target for Poland's anger. A perfect target to throw the blames for his mental health. Why it was in such a bad state.

Poland shifted the white wings on his back. The heavy rain had caused the feathers to become soaked. A thing that made the appendages feel heavy. That was an uncomfortable feeling that Poland hated.

Poland heard a car approaching him from behind. He paid no attention to it. It wasn't worth the effort of trying to signal it for a possible ride.

All of a sudden Poland felt something slam into him from behind. This caused him to be thrown about ten or so feet.

As his vision swam with blackness someone ran over to him. He noticed that face. It was a flag, the flag of Germany.

"Pierdol się ty głupi nazisto" (Fuck off you stupid Nazi) Poland mumbled before blacking out.

Germany's POV, A Few Minutes Earlier

Germany was learning the hard way that two and a half days without sleep, surviving on only coffee and occasional food, wasn't a good idea.

He was driving home at night through the heavy rain. Every once in awhile he would start to doze off, his car drifting to the side. Thankfully, whenever this happened his car tires would go over the rumble strips, causing him to wake up.

Germany, once again, started to fall asleep. The action causing his car to drift to the right side of the road.

His car ran over the rumble strips, something that woke him up. Sadly he wasn't able to react fast enough to avoid a person walking on the side of the road.

Germany slammed on his brakes, but his car still hit the person.

Once Germany was able to bring his car to a stop he got out. He ran over to where the person was. Germany was both surprised and horrified at who it was.

It was Poland. The one Countryhuman that hated him, and whom Germany had a crush on.

Poland was starting to black out. The last thing he said was "Pierdol się ty głupi nazisto" before he blacked out.

Germany was panicking "Scheiße! Was muss ich tun? Soll ich ihn ins Krankenhaus bringen? Nein, ich muss ihn nach Hause bringen. Ich kann ihn behandeln. Vielleicht kann ich ihn dazu bringen, mich weniger zu hassen. Außerdem sind alle Krankenhäuser, die ihn behandeln könnten, geschlossen" (Shit! What do I do? Should I take him to the hospital? No, I'll have to take him home. I can treat him. Maybe get him to hate me less. Besides, all of the hospitals that could treat him are closed) he said to himself.

Germany carefully picked Poland up and carried him to his car. He set the Pole in his car's back seat. Once he had done that Germany got back into his car.

"Ich hoffe, ich habe ihn nicht getötet" (I hope I didn't kill him) Germany mumbled to himself before resuming his drive home.

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I was hit by a car once. Not as bad as Poland was, but it still hurt like a motherfucker. Anyways. Anyone who has read my old version of this will begin to notice that I'm putting more effort and development into this.