He was asleep when it happened. He had a horrible nightmare, filled with screams, with fear, with tears, with fire. To real for his likeness. He opened his eyes with a gasp, sitting up straight in the hotel bed. He felt his body is cold and drops of sweat rolled down his face and back. Feliks smiled weakly, a quiet laugh escaping his lips. But it wasn't humorous.
"It was only a dream…" he whispered to himself, trying to convince himself that it wasn't real. But before he could even try to believe in that, he felt a stab to his heart. And then another one and another. Like needles piercing through it. He knew what that meant and he whimpered. Feeling a trail of blood slipping from his lips, the metallic taste filling his mouth. It was very much real.
He heard loud knocking to the door to his hotel room.
"Poland?" he heard Ivan's concerned voice. "Poland!"
He ignored that, closing his eyes tightly trying to understand, trying to get to know what was happening. It hurt him to do so, but he knew it must be done. There was a plane crash. With his boss boarding. He saw the plane flying off. He saw it trying the land…
His eyes snapped open when the door to his room were opened abruptly, revealing Russia and other countries looking at him with concerned, worried expressions. Russia with his pipe in his hand, America with sleeping but upset eyes, Lithuania full in tears. Germany with Italy clinging to him tightly. His eyes ghosted over their faces.
Feliks forced a smile on his face, though he knew how fake it was.
"I'm okay, totally fine, see?" he pointed to his face. "Like, everything is okay…"
"You're bleeding." England pointed out, quietly, noticing the blood coming out of Poland's lips..
"You're not okay!" Ukraine wailed, crying openly.
Ivan didn't say anything, just narrowed his brows. Latvia and Estonia did two steps behind sensing that he was angry. Russia forced his pipe into Lithuania's hands and sat on the bed beside Poland, putting his hand around his shoulder. That action surprised everyone, even Poland, before he leaned into the touch, closing his eyes. For a minute it was silent and only few sobs were heard.
In that quiet room, Poland's voice sounded loud, even though it was a mere whisper.
"Maybe I'm not. But I'll totally will be okay." He rose his head up and even though there were tears falling from his eyes, his gaze was strong.
Iwan used his free hand to wipe the blood on Poland's chin. Feliks smiled weakly at him, but this time it was a real smile. He pushed away from Ivan's embrace and stood up.
"Come on, Russia, we have like, job to do!"
But before he could move, Lithuania was hugging him tightly.
"Lithuania…" Poland tried to push him away, but did it with a small and grateful smile.
"Oh, shut up…" America muttered and also hugged Poland, trying not to use his full strength. Before Poland could comprehend what is happening, the countries were hugging him, patting his shoulders, whispering their words of comfort, their condolences. Showing their support, that Poland isn't alone. That this time, he has many shoulders to cry on.
Poland could mourn as much as he wanted. He wouldn't be in this pain alone.