Angels Fly

🇩🇪.:|Chapter 4 - An Angel's Ghost|:.🇩🇪

Germany's pov.

Poland's funeral was in a few days, the morgue said it was the gunshot that killed him. Alrhough he would have died in a few hours due to blood loss anyway. I have been shaky, so shaky. I can't even hold a cup of water, they just shake. Russia hasn't left, I know he wants to, so why doesn't he just go? The house is so quiet now, the only other time it was this quiet was when father got incarcerated at 'Mayday Meadows Mental Health Hospital'. I remember Reich called it the 'Triple M double H'. I hate going there, the air sticks to you and slowly claws it's way into your everyday life. At least papa likes his nurse, nurse Joanne, maybe it is because she looks like mother.

I walked downstairs to see Russia sitting at the table looking out through the window. He has a cup of either coffee or hot chocolate. Or a 'bloody hot milo' if you're friends with Australia.
"...'orning Deutschland~ dog didn't get in your bed again?" Russia said with a cheeky grin on his face. Why father, why.
"Nein, hund ist ash." I say as I grab a glass from the cupboard and place it on the bench. The room fills with uncomfortable silence again, something I used to now most of my family is either died or in jail.

I pour a glass of orangensaft and screw the lid back on the container. I take a sip of the sweet beverage before shoving it back into the fridge. The silence doesn't bother me, it is calming after a few years-
"I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Russia screams at the top of his lungs. I feel my self jump at the sudden sound. I look at him in confusion, he huffs and drags me to the car.
"You call that house home?! I have been to funerals more lively then that dumpster fire of a house!" He yells as he starts the car up. We are already out of the driveway before I can even put my seatbelt on.

"Russland nein nein-!" I say as he swerves out of the way of an oncoming car. Russia's eyes darken as he begins to speed up. I fell myself sink into the seat.
"Jesus! No wonder your family tree is in a mental hospital, it's so quiet at your house! I'd go insane!!" Russia yells as he pulls onto the freeway. I feel my shakiness come back in full force. There's a cup of orange juice on the counter and the door is unlocked! Switzerland will just let himself in! We drive for a few minutes and soon Russia's driving isn't life threatening.
"So," I say after a moment, "where are we going?" Russia huffs but doesn't respond.

I feel my eyes droop slightly, I hadn't slept in a  some time after they found the body. What if they trace it back to me? What if everyone knows? I just let myself fall into a light sleep while listening to the engine pur and the wheels beat the tarred road. I hear Russia tap on the wheel softly to a beat that seems familiar yet strange to me. His deep voice begins to hum a tune, now I do know what the song is. I open my eyes and look at Russia, his eyes still focused on the road in front of us.

"Dancing bears,
Painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings,
Once upon a December.

Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory
Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.

Far away,
Long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart used to know,
Things it yearns to remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December."

We pull up in a part of the forest, about 250 metres away from where Poland was discovered. Russia turned the car off and stepped out into the snow. I wasn't wearing my snow jacket, just my brown sweater.
"There's a jacket on the backseat if you want it." Russia said, not even looking in my direction. I turn to grab the jacket and see Poland holding it in his lap. He looks like how I want to remember him. Together, no scars, no clipped wings and a smile on his face.
"P-Poland... I-" I try to say something, anything. I want to tell him how sorry I am, how I should of died instead and how I wish he could forgive me.

Poland smiles and looks up into the trees, right up to the sky. It was growing nighttime, most of my day was spent with father and travelling. Poland didn't say anything for what felt like an eternity.
"I used to love coming here when I was younger. My father taught me how to fly through these trees. My mother taught me to reach for the stars." Poland whispered softly. His grip on the jacket tightened. He turned back to me with wet eyes from the tears. His scars slowly appeared on his skin once more. He looked angry, almost full of hatred.
"I loved this forest. Now I rest here. Alone."

Poland vanished before me.

"G-dog, how long does it take to grab a jacket?" Russia yells from over near the tree line.
"Sorry! One moment-!" I call back, I grab the jacket and chuck it on before stepping out. Russia mutters something under his breath as I walk up to him.
"You really are like your dad Dude," Russia starts before quickly continuing, "as in, the hole zoning out thing- not not the other thing... Is zoning out a German trait or...?" Russia finishes by trailing off of his sentence. I smile playfully.
"Well, scientifically no, but everyone in my family does it- so... why are we out here?"

Russia knees into the snow where Poland's body was found and starts praying. I knew his family was Catholic, I just didn't realise how Catholic. I stay quiet to let him have his moment with god, I'm not Catholic but I try to respect people that are. We stay like this for sometime, the sun sets and the stars begin to shimmer. Russia looks up into the sky.
"Poland is here with us, look. The stars always shine bright when he is around." Russia says, I look up. He is right, the stars were shining particularly bright.
"Of course I am here. I have nowhere else to go." Poland says. To my surprise Russia turns around as well.

"P-POLAND?!" Russia yells.

"Hello Russia, thank you for the prayer. It was really quite lovely." Poland says with a soft smile, that smile drops however when he looks over to me.

"Hello Traitor."

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