Angels Fly

🇩🇪.:|Chapter 5 - Sing us a Song|:.🇩🇪

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Poland's pov.

I stood before Germany and Russia. I felt them near my soul, but I wasn't going to show myself until Russia started praying. He wasn't a best friend or anything, but it hurt me so much to see him so scared. I guess you can never tell what someone's true feelings are until you are dead.
"P-Poland... I-" Germany stuttered, I could feel the guilt wash over him like a tidalwave. I knew he was sorry, I knew he wanted to be forgiven.
"Germany." I respond coldly, I couldn't care less what he felt like. I am dead because of him. This is all his fault.

Russia looked between us and suddenly realised what I was so angry about.
"Germany you-" Russia tried to get out, Germany cut him off.
"Nein. I- I knew that... Poland was going to die... but I- I didn't want-" I feel my anger boil, I am right here! I'm the product of your choices Germany. I float over to Russia and gently hug him from behind. Russia freezes up at my touch at first, a little shocked.
"Please, please don't let Germany hurt me. He and Reich hurt me so much. I'm not anyone's property." I whisper. Russia rests his hand on my shoulder and let's me hide behind him.

I feel the pull into the afterlife wrap around me. In a few moments I will disappear forever. I look at Russia and Germany.
"I don't want to go..." I whisper, my scars ache and throb with every moment. Russia holds my hand softly. He looks at me with sad eyes and squeezes my hand. We both knew I had to leave.
"I know you don't want to, but the angels are waiting for you... would you like me to sing to you? Like I do with my siblings when they're scared." Russia asks, I hold onto him tighter. He doesn't understand.
"I don't want to go!" I sob, I don't want to go. I want to live, I want to be free. I want to go to space and play moon hockey with Canada and Finland.

Russia let's a tear fall from his eye and holds me close.
"I don't want you to go either." Russia whispers. Russia sits down and pulls me into his lap, his body is warm against my transparent shadow. Russia gently pets my nose and holds me close to him.
"Do you feel the pull?" Russia asks softly. His accent is thick and very hard to make words out. I nod, the pull is getting stronger.
"My papa said when you die, Angel's lift you up to the heavens. They are gentle but only take calm souls. You are so angry, you must realise it. Even for a moment." Russia continues, his accent getting thicker and thicker. I have never seen him so distressed and sad.
"Son can you play me a melody..." Germany whispers from his side of the clearing. I feel myself growl.

Russia huffs at first and turns his head, not wanting to look at the traitor. I look at the stars, we both ignore him. Myself more then Russia. I just, don't want to go.
"I'm not really sure how it goes..." Germany continues, his eyes puffy from the silent crying. I wanted his movements now, scared he was going to do something.
"But it's soft... and it's sweet and I knew it complete..." Germany takes a step forward towards us. The pull stronger then ever now.
"When I wore a younger man's clothes..." Germany stops for a moment. He didn't seem to know what to do now. Russia finally looked at him and nodded, I hate it. It's almost as if they're planing something.

"Sing us a song, you're the piano man"

"Sing us a song tonight"

"Well, we're all in the mood for a melody"

"And you've got us feelin' alright"

I looked down to see a few of my scars fading on my body. I felt the ache that once riddled me, slowly disappear with the scars.

"Now John at the bar is a friend of mine"

"He gets me my drinks for free"

"And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke"

"But there's some place that he'd rather be"

"He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me"
As the smile ran away from his face"

"Well, I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"

I felt the cuts deep in my cheeks join together. My permanent smile slowly leaving my soul. I saw Germany stand there with his eyes closed, the song wrapping around his soul and healing mine. Russia's soul radiated warmth and love of a family, his soul sung as if he was at home. Germany's realised daggers of loneliness and hate, was he truely so isolated? Or was it a lie?

"Now Paul is a real estate novelist"

"Who never had time for a wife"

"And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the Navy"

"And probably will be for life"

"And the waitress is practicing politics"

"As the businessmen slowly get stoned"

"Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness"

"But it's better than drinkin' alone"

"Sing us a song, you're the piano man"

"Sing us a song tonight"

"Well, we're all in the mood for a melody"

"And you got us feelin' alright"

"It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday"

"And the manager gives me a smile"

"'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see"

"To forget about life for a while"

"And the piano, it sounds like a carnival"

"And the microphone smells like a beer"

"And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar"

"And say, "man, what are you doin' here?""

I look at my hands as they slowly turn golden. The pull is so strong now. Golden cracks begin to cover my ghostly appearance, the song they sing for me is beautiful. I may not be able to talk anymore as my soul leaves this realm. I just wish I could say one more thing...

"Sing us a song, you're the piano man"

"Sing us a song tonight"

"Well, we're all in the mood for a melody"

"And you've got us feelin' alright"

Germany...

You...

You can't hear me...

But...

I forgive you...

Russia's pov.

I sing the final line of our song to Poland just to see his now golden body shatter into the wind. His soul is gone. I feel my arms empty. The silence echoes around us and Germany stares at the ground.
"This... this is all my fault... I- I never should of trusted my grandfather." Germany sobs as he falls to his knees. He looks so broken and in pain. Germany sobs into the snow and pleads with a long gone friend. I look up at the stars like Poland and I used to. That was a long time ago, I am surprised at myself for remembering those nights.

Poland had moved into our house when Papa told him to be communist. Poland and Hungary were always in trouble as they never wanted to join in the first place.
"I don't care what you want to do, do what you have to do." Papa used to yell at them. I always felt bad for winged comrade, he always seemed to be in trouble. Then the space race came along. Poland got super excited for it, for months that was all he'd talk about and how we HAD to win. We got insanely close to winning it but then, with the help of Third, America beat us there. If it wasn't for Third, the Nazi and Japanese scientists America would have lost.

Poland was devastated at the news. He locked himself in his room after that, only coming out for meals.
"Hey Poland... I know we didn't win but... do you want to stargaze with me?" I asked one night after dinner. Poland wanted to decline my offer but Papa butted in before he could.
"Go on Poland, get out of that stuffy room for once and stargaze with your brother." Papa ordered. He hated it at first but, passion is a try hard. Soon Poland was telling me everything there was about space, like how the planets got their names.
"Venus was named after the Goddess of beauty and Mars is the god of war." Poland said in one of his rambles.

Poland really did love his stars.

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