Wojna obronna 1939 roku
By: Kit Yami
It takes true strength to stand back up after one has been shoved to the ground. It takes true strength to smile when it is easier to frown. Some say it is stupidity to be like this. It is strength, one without a fist.
Chapter Three: Simple Thoughts
Vash Zwingli stands, staring at the plain wooden door separating him from the wounded Polish man. With a sigh he pushes the door open and steps into the bedroom. He stands still for a few moments watching Feliks rest on his bed. Finally his breath had evened out after many days of being ragged and broken.
Stepping up to the bed Vash places the water basin he brought in with him on the floor. He kneels next to the bed and the looks over his patient. The once silky blonde hair now looks almost brown as it is covered with dried blood and dirt. The ends, which Feliks would normally keep cut to obvious perfection, are the split in so many ways. The light cream colored skin is now a sickly pale caked in dirt. Bruises and cuts litter his skin and both his eyes are surrounded by black bruising rings. If the Pole had been awake and could see himself he would throw a fit.
After making sure Feliks is completely on the towels as to make sure the bedding is not soiled Vash sets to work. Slowly he pulls away at some of the bandaging from the Pole's left arm, revealing the broken skin. Tossing the bandages in a nearby trash bin, the Swiss male takes a cloth and wets it before wiping away at the dried blood. When Vash is sure that the wound has been cleaned he wraps it with new bandages.
The process is repeated a multitude of times over until every open wound has been checked. Some of the bandages peel away scabs that had been forming reopening those small wounds, but those hardly matter to the still open larger wounds that happen to look like someone took a dull knife and stabbed at Feliks. All while Vash is doing this he is carefully avoiding the broken bones, thankfully those are actually healing quickly – sign that Poland is still a country – but at the same time, best not to upset that process.
Finally all the wounds have been cleaned and properly redressed, so Vash starts cleaning up and packing the medical supplies away. The remaining bandages and supplies are packed away in the medical box and pushed under the bed. The washing cloth and towels and placed in the water basin to be taken out.
The cleanup is nearly complete when a soft groan comes from the body on the bed. Looking up Vash sees Polish eyelids peel back slowly to reveal slightly clouded green eyes. Feliks starts to move, but Switzerland stops him with a simple, "don't move."
The broken Polish nation stops shifting and twists his head to look in the direction of the voice. He stares unfocused at the standing male for several long minutes before a very hoarse; "Vash?" passes his lips.
Vash nods, knowing that the reason Feliks spoke his name is only to confirm that he is in fact seeing the Swiss man. A pained smile crosses Feliks' lips before his eyelids slide closed and his mind slips back into unconsciousness. The Swiss male watches him for a bit before picking up the basin and leaving.
The door closes softly behind him and standing outside in the hall is the small country currently under Switzerland's care, Liechtenstein. Vash easily recognized the worry dancing in her eyes and lacing her, "big brother?"
"He woke up," Vash responds simply walking around her and down the hall.
The young female had been quite worried about the Polish guest in their house since he arrived. She constantly offered to take care of him, but Vash always told her no. It was his decision to bring him here; it is his job to take care of him. If Germany found out about this, their neutrality might be put in jeopardy, Vash couldn't let the small country face that.
But really is that the only reason he insisted on taking care of the Polish man himself?
Vash takes the basin out back and dumps out the disgusting water. The water flows across the grass almost like it is cleansing itself with the Swiss soil.
Straightening himself out Vash turns his head to look in the direction of Germany's house. It's been obvious that something has been stirring in that house for quite some time and it certainly isn't pleasing. The attack on Poland is just proof of that.
"Das wird nicht gut enden," Vash mumbles turning and heading back into his home.
"Poland never will rise again in the form of the Versailles treaty. That is guaranteed not only by Germany, but also… Russia." Adolf Hitler, September 1939
Guess again Hitler.
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Translations:
Das wird nicht gut enden- This will not end well
