A/N: Hello this is my first time writing a fan fic but I figured since I read so many of them I might as well give it a shot. So here goes nothing.

Sure it had been six years since the end of the war, but to a country six years is a very short amount of time (similar to the human use of months.) So whether one wanted to consider the passage of time short or long was up to them really, but to the country most scared by the war, six years was nowhere near enough time to have coped with the traumatizing events that were cast upon him.

"Poland. You keep whining about how bored you are but you come up with every excuse possible to stay inside." The exasperated Lithuania heaved a long sigh. Ever since his friend had been freed from the German laboratories he never wanted to leave his house. Some days it was 'I like totally heard the sun was like bad for your skin' and others 'But I don't like to go outside the air is like too totally bad.' Even six years after the war and its events Poland was obviously still terrified to leave the safety of his house, though he refused to admit that was the real reason he stayed inside.

"I like totally have a good reason to stay in today. My boss said he was coming over and he gets like totally mad if I don't do what he says." Poland had a nervous air about him that was more obvious than normal today. Poland's boss wasn't exactly a mean person but he wasn't all that forgiving either (and he liked to keep money to himself rather than pay the citizens with it.)

"Alright, fine we'll stay inside today, but tomorrow we're going to visit the market. Okay?" Lithuania already knew the Polish man's reply before it was even spoken. It was the same reply he received every day since he had tried to get Poland to leave the safety of the house.

"Yea, sure Liet, sounds like fun." Poland displayed his usual fake smile and began to change the subject. It had been what felt like ages since Lithuania saw one of Poland's smiles that wasn't forced and fake. Once again Lithuania sighed, days like these made him remember the first year he had spent with Poland after the end of the war.

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'Pol he's back,' thought a very anxious Lithuania desperately wondering what type of condition his friend was in after the torturous struggles of the war. No one had given him any information about Poland or his condition and that made Lithuania nervous. As the car pulled up to Poland's house, Lithuania dashed out of the vehicle before it even came to a complete stop not being able to stand another oblivious moment. He slammed open the door and called for the polish man.

"Pol!" Lithuania yelled into his friend's house. "Hey Pol, I know you're here." Before Lithuania could start calling for Poland once again Latvia appeared from the hall with his hand over his mouth forming the 'shhh' sign. "Latvia what's going on? Where is Poland?" Lithuania questioned in a hushed voice.

Latvia displayed a look that could only be described as hopelessly sad and gestured for Lithuania to follow him. They walked down the hall until they reached Poland's room. Despite the nausea Lithuania felt, he half hoped that when he opened the door to Poland's room he would be greeted by a hug from the obnoxious blonde and receive an earful about Poland's day.

Lithuania's hand held the doorknob for a long strenuous few seconds before he opened the door. What he saw was worse than he could have ever imagined. Poland's room looked as though it had been turned into a hospital room complete with a heart monitor, IV fluids, and even an assisted breathing machine. Lithuania's heart dropped as his eyes fell upon an unconscious half-dead Poland, the once lively and happy face he knew looked more like that of a corpse.

"Pol…" Lithuania whispered as he slowly approached the unconscious man's bedside. Upon closer inspection Lithuania noticed his friend's face and arms were littered with bruises and cuts that only made Poland appear worse than Lithuania's first glance. The whole picture seemed to be one of Lithuania's nightmares, upon grasping Poland's hand it became all too clear that this was not some horrible dream. Poland was here and Poland was badly injured. The only thing Lithuania could think to do was talk to his friend and let him know that he was there knowing he couldn't expect an answer.

"Hey Pol, it's been a while hasn't it." The only reply was the slow, steady beeping of the heart monitor repeatedly announcing that Poland was still alive. Lithuania sat on a chair that was near Poland's bedside and began talking to him even though he knew it would be a long time before he would ever see that bright ditzy smile he so dearly loved again. Tears threatened to pour over his eyes, how could he! That German bastard what did Poland ever do to deserve this! It wasn't fair. Sure Poland was a ditz, kind of clueless, and overly talkative but none of those things warranted this treatment even as a prisoner of war. In Lithuania's opinion Germany had gotten off much too lightly for the war crimes he had committed against innocent people like Poland. It wasn't fair.

The routine talks with Poland continued for many long months that followed. Each day Lithuania would talk about new things like how the world was changing and improving since the war's end or the horses he saw on his way to Poland's house. Other times Lithuania would sit in Poland's room and say nothing at all. Over time Poland's battered body began to heal itself. The bruises turned a greenish-yellow and the cuts turned into light scars scattered across his body. Slowly, so very slowly, Poland began to gain a more life-like appearance in his features. Instead of the look of a corpse he had seemed to be imitating, he looked alive. He looked healthy.

It was on one of these typical days, so similar the ones before it and yet things seemed different. When Lithuania's car approached Poland's house he noticed the doctor's car in the driveway. This alarmed Lithuania because the doctor only came to check on Poland on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He ran straight from his car into Poland's bedroom and saw what he had begun to believe he would never see again.

"Hey Liet, here again?" Though his voice was scratchy and rough, Poland was awake and Poland was talking to him. Lithuania couldn't believe his eyes he just stood in the doorway until Poland spoke again, "Like what's the matter? You totally look like you've seen a ghost. Haha." With that snide remark Lithuania ran over to hug his friend. The goofy blonde whom Lithuania had missed talking, laughing, and playing with was okay. His Poland, and yet not his Poland.

Lithuania didn't notice it at first but something had changed in his friend. Poland was different. The usual things that would start Poland into a monologue now only made him slightly smile, but even then the smile seemed forced and out of place. Whenever Lithuania tried to get Poland to talk about what happened during the war Poland would only display a small, sad smile and quickly change the subject. Now most of the time Poland would spend his day sitting in his living room and stare outside at the large fields surrounding his house. He would watch his ponies frolic through the fields for hours at a time, always sighing as he watched them play as though he wanted to go out and play too. The one time Lithuania convinced Poland to come outside turned into a complete disaster.

Poland was talking about his ponies and how much he missed hanging out with them, so Lithuania decided to take him to go see them. Lithuania continued to reassure Poland it was completely safe outside as they headed towards the barn; they made it no further than halfway to the barn before a car drove past Poland's house. Lithuania thought nothing of it and continued to walk towards the barn but soon noticed that Poland was no longer following him. When Lithuania turned around to see what was wrong, he saw Poland was on the ground clutching his chest and gasping for air.

"Hey Pol, what's wrong?" Lithuania shouted as he ran back towards the hunched over man. As he got closer it became obvious to Lithuania that perhaps the car had startled Poland, he looked terrified almost as though he had been shot.

"Please! I'll behave! Don't hurt me anymore!" Poland shouted as Lithuania approached him. Lithuania promptly ceased his approach confused by Poland's plea. Why would he hurt Poland?

"Pol? Hey it's just me, Liet." Lithuania was unsure how to calm his panicked friend without scaring him anymore than he already was. "Hey Pol? Come on its okay I won't let anyone get you." He hoped his comment would sooth Poland and make him relaxed enough to figure out what was really going on.

Poland looked up tear stains covered his cheeks, "Liet?" The small blonde man's voice was quiet and full of terror all at the same time. Lithuania couldn't help but want to hug his quivering friend, Poland looked so hopelessly scared. He kneeled down next to Poland and offered out his hand. Poland hesitated a moment just staring at the gesture, but instead of grabbing it he leaped into Lithuania's arms and began to sob violently. It took a moment for Lithuania to comprehend what had happened but he quickly understood what Poland needed. He wrapped his arms around Poland and held the small polish man close to him not daring to let go.

A long time seemed to have passed and Poland's sobs had died down into soft hiccups of tears. "Hey, it's getting late we should go inside." Lithuania murmured to Poland, but neither man moved. More time passed and Lithuania realized that Poland had cried himself to sleep, he softly sighed into the blonde man's hair. Lithuania readjusted himself and lifted Poland into his arms; surprisingly, Poland weighed less than Lithuania would have guessed which worried him. Lithuania carried Poland into his room, which still smelled unpleasantly like that of a hospital room, and placed Poland on his bed softly kissing the blonde's head. As Lithuania turned to leave, he felt a hand grab his shirt. He turned around to see Poland staring up at him with the frightened eyes of a young child that had just woken up from a nightmare.

"Please don't leave. Don't leave me alone, please." Poland begged his eyes tearing up again causing Lithuania's heart to feel as though it would rip in two.

"Don't worry I'll stay right here till you wake up." The Brunette man soothed crawling into bed next to Poland like they did when they were kids. Poland cuddled up close to Lithuania's chest seeking the comfort of his arms to make Poland feel safe again. Recently that was the only thing that could make him feel safe.

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Lithuania heard the knock on the door that snapped him out from his recollection of the past. "Oh, that must be Poland's boss. Poland your boss is here." Lithuania called out to his friend.

"Okay could you, like, let him in." Poland called back.

"Sure." Lithuania called back and headed towards the door but when he opened it the person who stood before him was not Poland's boss, but a tall, blonde haired, blue eyed man. The man that had changed his Poland into what he was today.

A/N: So, yea, there's my story. Comments would be appreciated I'll probably write the rest of the story this weekend since I don't have much to do. Thanks for reading and once again Comments/ Constructive criticism and the like would be appreciated.