The young Pole wiped away a tear that trickled down his cheek. He wasn't allowed to cry, not this time. This time no one was around to comfort him; No one to ease his pain; No one to stop his suffering. They were all dead.

"I'll be fine…Totally..." Feliks lied to himself, his voice cracking as he spoke. He wanted someone, anyone, to be there with him, for him. Feliks never expected something like this to happen, especially to him. He was terrified and worried, not knowing what he was going to do.

His leader and half of his government were dead, killed by that damn Ivan Braginski. Feliks immediately felt guilty for blaming Ivan. The Russian had only wanted to apologize for what he had done during WWII and that was it. No murderous intentions involved. Feliks only wanted to blame someone else, point all his anger, pain, and sadness at that one person and let it all go.

Feliks trembled violently as he broke into tears, not being able to hold them back anymore. They overflowed and fell down his cheeks, leaving streaks behind. He wanted this all to be a dream; a horrible nightmare and nothing more.

"I'm… all alone… I'm sc-scared…" Feliks sobbed. "S-Someone… help me…pl-please..."

Silence. Nothing but silence. Feliks cried even harder. His government was falling apart, his people were frantic for someone to take charge, rumors were spreading that Poland was going to fall. Nothing was right anymore.

"PLEASE!" Feliks screamed suddenly, his heart aching with so much pain that it was almost unbearable. "Please…"

Feliks hugged his knees tightly to his chest and buried his head against his knees. His nails dug into his skin and left marks as he raked his arms up and down. His tears didn't ease, his heart kept hurting, and he was still alone.

Life was unbearable at times for the Pole teen but this was probably the hardest time for him. He had no one to laugh with, the laughing eased the hurt most of the time; He had no one to tell him it was going to be okay, false hope was better than no hope; He had nothing to give him comfort, this made Feliks feel he had nothing to live for anymore. Feliks hated loneliness. Nothing could be done about it though. Not this time.

Feliks took a deep breath and screamed again, trying to ease his pain. His violent trembles became simple shivers and the tears were almost gone. The blonde Pole lifted his head and looked at his arms; they were red and slightly bloody. He rested his head back on his knees and suddenly felt guilty.

He shouldn't be acting this way in such a time of chaos and panic. He had to pull himself together and help his people. He was the one who had, for the time being, to lead Poland through this terrible loss or else Poland really would fall apart.

Feliks, with new found esteem and confidence, stood up, wiped his red, swollen eyes dry, and smirked. If life thought it was going to take Feliks this easily, life had another thing coming. Even if he was on his own, Feliks was going to get through this.

"Life will, like, totally never take me~!" Feliks said to himself, quoting a song from Bryan Adams. With that last boost of confidence, Feliks left his room to take charge of his nation and lead them through the crisis that was engulfing them like wildfire.

Well… I hope you readers like it… I felt motivated to write this and I like it very much.

Dedicated to the president of Poland and government official people who died during the plane crash on April 10th, 2010. Rest in peace…