I remember that the sound of Poland's screams as Russia dragged me from the decaying remnants of our home was a raw sound, like a piece of his own body was being torn away. That was the end of the Lenkijos Karalystė ir Lietuvos Didžioji Kunigaikštystė. We had known for quite some time that the end was drawing near. The home that we'd worked so hard to build up and defend had been taken from us piece by piece. In that final battle we didn't fight to win but to hold on to eachother for even just a moment longer, unwilling to surrender to the innevitable. Our bosses didn't have the same ideals apparently. It was the middle of the night when our conquerors came, waving the treaty like a victory flag. We clung to eachother even as Russia tugged my hair and Prussia held his sword to Poland's neck. Our nails tore clothing and skin in our desperation not to be separated. Austria turned away, Prussia laughed, the gloved hand against my scalp twisted. I heard the scream and saw the tears and distantly wondered through the haze of my own unbearable pain if my face was twisted into the same mask of tortured grief as his.
Lenkijos Karalystė ir Lietuvos Didžioji Kunigaikštystė - Kingdom of Poland and Grand Duchy of Lithuania: the original name of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth in Lithuanian (according to Wikipedia).
Author's Notes: I don't know how long this story's going to be exactly, just that I wanted to write about the time after the partitions. It's looking like chapters are going to be short. Sorry about that. I know I don't like to read stories with short chapters but please bear with me as I've never written anything multi-chapter before (this even almost became a one-shot).
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