The Future awaits (GerPol fanfic)

They. Are. Back.

Polands POV

I was alone.

I was on my bed I had nothing to do, I was just stuck listening to the same song on repeat.

I hate being alone, I hate the feeling of being alone.

Everyone was gone Germany and his family were on a vacation, Indonesia took Greenland to Disneyland, Father was a church, and Ame was out on a date with Russia.
I was stuck, I hadn't been that alone in a while..
I knew it wasn't nothing to stress over and make it a big deal but I hate it, I hate everything about being alone.

I can't do this to myself, I can't just isolate myself until someone asked if they wanted to hang out or just talk.

I got up off my bed and walked downstairs.

It was quite, I don't like the quite.

I looked around on what to do, when I looked at the kitchen I noticed a cookbook out, you see I'm not so good at making food but won't hurt to learn.

I looked at the open cookbook, I just knew that I had to cook some Schabowy *Schnitzel* it's my favorite.

I started to cook when I felt a sharp pain in my back, 'fuck it's happening again'

Every other week my back would get a sharp pain because my wings were regrowing, they kinda disappear after every time I die..

I fell on the floor..
the pain got worse.
It was NEVER this bad.

'Fuck'
I couldn't feel my body,
All I could do was scream in pain.
I felt like I was dying, it felt worse then the time I was hung.

I was still screaming when it just stopped..
I stood up to make sure I was fully okay and in the clear to continue cooking.
I got back to cooking like nothing happened when I saw that my wings were back!
I could fly again! But that also meant I would get a new scar on my body.. every fucking time I die and my wings have to grow back I get a new scar somewhere on my body,
Fuck, why is it like that?!

I finished up cooking the Sachbowy and sat it down on the counter, I wasn't that hungry after that.

I sat on the couch I was tired.

I really needed someone to talk to just
everyone was to busy.

——

"POLSKA!"

I opened my eyes, I fell asleep apparently.

"Poland!" It was father standing in front of me, he must've gotten home from church early then.

"Oh yeah sorry fell asleep apparently"
He looked at my wings, I completely forgot about them.
"Poland your wings.. how did you die this time." Father looked at me upset my bad.
"I don't remember okay"
He looked at me as if I was lying which I wasn't this time.
"Mhmm"
I stood up and looked at my wings
"Im not lying father, I really don't remember"
he didn't say anything else, he just walked to the kitchen.

"Ohhh sachbowy... GOD THIS IS HORRIBLE!" Like I know my cooking is bad but damn that just hurts!
"Who in gods name made this?!"
"I did father"
He looked at me and sat the food down.
"Well someone needs to teach you how to cook!"
I was just cooking for fun I didn't actually try.
"Rude much"