The lonely moments just get lonelier

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Poland flung his red pocket knife at an attacker, making it stick in their leg. They stumbled backwards and ripped the knife out of their leg, throwing it back at Poland. He dodged it, and it stuck in the dirt next to him. He quickly picked it up and wiped the dirt and blood off of it with his shirt. As he was readying his 2nd attack, he heard a bang. It sounded like a gunshot. He grimaced. if they did have guns, they were done for. Before he had the chance to figure out if it really was a gunshot, Something fell to the ground behind him. He stumbled backwards to avoid a knife from one of the attackers, but as he did so, he tripped over something and fell to the dusty ground with a dull thud. when he looked down to see what he had tripped over, to his horror, he saw a body. Whoever the person was, they had medium length black hair. just like.. He shook his head. Im sure one of the attackers had the same hair.. right..? He didn't notice the all the attackers had stopped and were looking at him. He sat up and turned over the body to get a look at their face. No,no,no.. shit! shit! He shook him.

"Germany, asshole, wake up!" He didn't realize he was screaming. "Please, this isn't fucking funny!" He started to breathe heavily, and he felt warm tears start running down his cheeks. He barely noticed. He looked down at Germany to see what happened. He saw a bloody spot on his chest. It was a bullet hole. He saw the blood splattered on the ground behind him, and he realized what the bang he heard earlier was.

"No,no,no..! Please.. I-I" He picked up the body and leaned it against his own. He put his hand on his stomach to check, desperately,if he was still breathing. Nothing. He shook him again. "please.." it came out as a choked whisper. The people who had attacked them were glaring at the one in their group with the gun. He thought he heard one of them say something along the lines of "I told you to stop using that. Look what you did."

He looked up at them. "Y-you.. killed.." He couldn't even form a full sentence. The group looked around uncomfortably and began to back away. He began to pull out his knife to stab one of them, but decided it was no use. He was outnumbered 2- no,1- to 5. It was hopeless. Why am i always too late? The group that had attacked them was gone now, and he began to sob loudly. He hugged the body tightly, like that might somehow bring him back. If you ignored the bullet hole, it was almost like he was asleep. Almost. He had no idea how long he sat there in the dirt, probably getting blood on his clothes. He didn't care about the danger of it anymore. Eventually, as the sun began to set , He decided that he should at least try to get his body back to the house so they could bury.... he didn't want to think about it. He numbly sat up, keeping the body upright as he did so. he took off his hoodie and put it onto him,so he wouldn't get cold. of course, he was dead, he couldn't get cold. but Poland wasn't thinking right at the moment. After that was done, he picked him up. He was surprised at how light he was,but he supposed none of them had eaten right for a while. Poland was still dazed and tired after the fight, and it took all his energy to get back to the house that every eu member stayed in now. He didn't want to think about how France or Austria would react, Heaven forbid America. Would they blame him? Did he deserve to be blamed? After all, when 2 people go out alone, they're supposed to protect eachother, right? He shook his head to clear out his mind. Eventually, he made it back to the eu's shared house. He was so tired that all he wanted to do was lie down. He could barely even carry Germany's body anymore, despite the fact he was very light. He made it to the door of the house and opened it, albeit with a struggle. The door creaked as it slowly opened, and Poland took a heavy step into the darkness. Everyone was probably already asleep, so the living room was empty. He stood in the doorway for a long time, staring into space. In a movement that seemed like something he wasn't even doing himself, he moved slowly into the house, shutting the door behind him. Having used up all his little energy he had left on that simple task, he collapsed onto the floor and promptly passed out.