A/N: Forgot to put this on the last one I do not in any way own Hetalia, just my story. Anyways, yea, this chapter made me cry and I was pathetic enough to cry while I was reading the history behind polish treatment during the war. It may be exaggerated or under-done but I wasn't one of the people sent to concentration camps so I did my best with the info that I could find. But anyways, onto the story.

The tall Germanic nation stood in the door way staring down at Lithuania wearing a rather plain facial expression. "What do you want." Spat Lithuania (who normally was quite cordial to everyone he spoke with even if he didn't like them that much) there was no trace of hospitality in the brunette's voice only cool and deadly venom.

"Is Poland home?" Germany didn't seem fazed by Lithuania's harsh tone. After all, considering how many other people spoke to him in the same tone after the war, he couldn't help but to have become accustomed to unpleasant greetings.

"So what if he is? I don't see why I should let you see him." Lithuania tried to keep his voice low so as not to alert Poland to the unwanted presence in the doorway.

"I have some business that I need to speak with him about." Germany sighed realizing that Lithuania was not going to let him near Poland anytime soon.

"Well then why don't you go home and send him a letter. That way he won't have to-" Lithuania stopped midsentence when he heard the footsteps coming down the hall and promptly attempted, unsuccessfully, to push the German out the door.

"Like Liet what's taking you so long. Hurry up or the tea is gonna get cold." Poland whispered the last word and took in the scene before him that was all too familiar. His head started to feel like it was spinning and he began to shake as waves of terror rolled off of him.

"Poland. Hey go back to the living room, I'll handle this." Lithuania tried to get Poland to turn around and go back, but Poland just stood there with his eyes wide, stuck staring at the Germanic nation. While attempting this Lithuania felt a hand on his shoulder pushing him out of the way Lithuania tried to hold his ground but Germany was too strong.

"Poland if I may have a word with you. I need to discu-" Germany started but before he could finish Poland started to have a panic attack. Collapsing to the ground Poland started gasping for air almost as if someone was strangling him.

"Poland!" Lithuania ran over to try and relax the blonde so that he could breathe easier, but it didn't seem to be helping. In fact, His panic attack just got worse until Poland passed out. "Poland!"

He went completely limp, but his eyes seemed to move underneath his lids as if remembering something painful...

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The sun was bright, almost too bright, it was about two o'clock and the damn German soldiers had yet to give the polish people time to rest; they had been walking since eight that morning. There were whispers amongst the people each wondering, 'Where are they taking us? What happened to Felix? Why was he covered in bruises?' Each time someone spoke too loudly or made a comment one of the soldiers didn't like they would be taken away and a gunshot would be heard moments later. This caused most of the polish people to remain silent for fear of being taken away themselves.

They continued to walk until late into the evening when the soldiers decided to call it a night. While the soldiers were put up in tents (with just enough surveying where the Polish were to stay), the polish were forced to sleep on the cold hard ground with empty stomachs and tired legs. Poland was given slightly different treatment rather than being with the rest of the polish he was placed in the center of the German encampment for the entertainment of the soldiers. They kicked, punched, burned, slapped, cut, and did many other horrible things to the nation. All the while Poland was forced to suppress his screams of agony so as to not awaken his tired people.

They walked for about five days more and each night was the same routine. Poland was getting weaker and weaker by the day, but he would walk as though nothing had happened to him, so as not to alarm his people. This only made the soldiers want to torture him that much more, to break the strong spirit that the proud nation had. By the time they arrived at the concentration camp about ΒΌ of their original party was either killed or died. The remaining members were taken to different areas of the camp some were taken to go "shower," others were taken for "check-ups," and a lucky few were taken to crowded shacks to sleep.

Poland was to go get a "check-up" as well but the check-ups were not a pleasant doctor's visit. The extremely unlucky poles chosen to go receive "check-ups" were poked and prodded, injected with experimental drugs and poisons, or simply used to test the human limits. It was a grotesque site to see. Poland was revolted to see that not only did they experiment on adults; quite a few of the school-aged children were being put through the things they could have never imagined up in their worst nightmares.

"What the hell is going on here!" Poland was furious, how cold hearted could these German scientists be? They were children for god's sake! What could they have ever done to deserve this kind of treatment? "You bastards! Let them go, they're just children! What the hell could be running through your fucking sick, twisted minds that could make you capable of treating a human being this way?"

"What should it matter to us, they're lower life forms anyway. Quite similar to lab rats really." Poland turned to see the same bastard who had started all of this; Germany. The German chuckled at his own joke, even though Poland hated that bastard it was apparent that Germany wasn't in his right mind something inside him almost appeared to be cracked. Not that Poland had time to worry about it anyway, so Germany was insane that wasn't as important to Poland as the fact that many of his people were being tortured and murdered by the second by this insane man's people.

"Lab rats! They're human just like you, HELL probably better than you!" Even though generally Poland wasn't one to call names, this situation called for it he had already put up with enough of Germany's crap and wasn't about ready to let him get away with hurting children. "Unlike you they wouldn't be torturing prisoners of war, because they aren't gay sour krauts like you and your-" SMACK!

Before Poland could even comprehend what happened he was already on the floor being hit and kicked, but as all the times before he refused to cry out that is until he heard and then felt a sickening snap. He tried to keep quiet but the waves of pain were too much. He screamed. The proud nation withered in pain and yet even though his pain was unbearable he refused to submit to the German's will. How could he?

If he gave into the pain, gave into the hunger, gave into the exhaustion it would be as though he betrayed his people. So he took the pain, he took the hunger, he took the exhaustion. Day after day through all the struggles he put up a strong front refusing to show the German's that their ways were wearing down on him. His people were proud to watch him repeatedly stand up to the soldiers, spitting words of venom, insulting them in the worst ways possible, and resisting any and all orders he received.

He stayed strong as a nation should and took the brunt end of WW2 but when the war was finally over, his body that had been through so much finally gave out. When he finally regained consciousness the war had been over for nine months and the world was adapting to the now peaceful time quite quickly.

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"This is all your fault you bastard." Lithuania spit at Germany, it had been about an hour since Poland had passed out and Germany had refused to leave until he had a chance to speak with Poland. No matter how many times Lithuania asked what Germany needed to talk to Poland about the German refused to answer.

"I know." Germany sighed, this caught Lithuania off guard. Was Germany actually admitting that everything that had happened to Poland during the war and in the past six year was his fault? Before Lithuania had gotten a chance to question Germany further another voice answered for him.

"Well, like it's good you know that it's true." Poland stood in the hallway a good deal away from the German. He wasn't quite sure why Germany was here but one thing Poland did notice was the air of regret that hung around the solemn German nation. "Sorry about that xenophobia kinda sucks when meetings like this happen. I just called my boss and he like totally forgot to tell me you were coming over instead of him, Dupek. Anyways, like what is it that you want to talk about?" Poland was talking like normal but Lithuania noticed that he refused to get any closer to Germany than needed.

"It's in regards to the war six years ago." Germany started cautiously not wanting the polish man to pass out again.

Poland stiffened, dread pooled into his facial expression his eyes quickly shifted to Lithuania who was up and slowly walking over to Poland. Lithuania held out his hand and Poland took it holding onto it as if it was his lifeline, they stood side by side waiting for the German to continue.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry." Germany's voice was full of regret, something he had been struggling with since the war's end.

A/N: So yea this was really sad. If you want to know the reasoning I agree with behind Germany's insanity go read Painful Misunderstandings by PJCole. Also there will be a third and final chapter that I'll get up as soon as I can. Thanks for reading Comments/ Constructive criticism and the like would be appreciated.