Felix: 2P Poland

Torin: 2P Lithunaia

Viktor: 2P Russia

Felix wasn't good at fighting.

For a long time now, both he and Torin had been a great power. Together, they had defeated armies and had other countries eating out of the palm of their hands. They were respected and feared, even Prussia, who had the most perfessional army, seemed weary of them.

But, lately, their power had been running out, and Russia knew it.

They were both disarmed, both trying to get back to their weapon, both down to their fists, and Felix quickly realized that he - or Torin, for that matter - didn't have the capability to beat him with brute strength. He couldn't fight him like this, especially when Torin was unconscious in the snow. So Felix stalled. He was a good dodger, and had been ducking and side-stepping for a long time now. His heart was pumping so fast that he couldn't pant enough to keep up with it, his muscles where tired, and his movements began to slow.

Don't let him catch you, Felix thought, He's stronger than you, don't let him get a hold of you.

But, it didn't matter what he told himself, he couldn't dodge forever. Viktor was playing this little game long enough for Felix to tire himself out, and by the end of it, Felix knew that.

Too slow now, way too slow. Felix was barely dodging the large Russian's blows, even felt Viktor's fist graze across his chin. It wasn't long until Viktor grabbed him by his uniform. Then, a knee was forced into his stomach, making him fall into the snow. Felix coughed and gasped for air as he looked back up at his enemy. The Russian raised a metal pipe and swung-

Felix let the wind blow his blonde hair into his face. He closed his eyes and breathed in the gentle sent of spring. He laid down in the cool, dewy grass, looking up at the beautiful blue sky and its white clouds. The trees' leaves rustled as they blew in the wind, the birds chirped… All the sounds of the earth… It was beautiful… It was music.

It was peaceful. Such a beautiful day. Felix loved these days. He gripped the grass in his hands as he dug his fingernails into the dirt. On days like these, there was no stress, no kings, no economies, no war… No countries. Even he wasn't a country now. He wasn't a freak who lived on for centuries, he was normal… Natural. He laughed quietly at the warm sun as he stretched and took in another inhale of the fresh air.

As he relaxed back into the grass, he heard the sound of horse's hooves. He looked over to his right to see Torin riding up to him. The Lithuanian stopped his horse a few meters away and looked down at him, "I've been looking everywhere for you."

Felix smiled at his friend, "What? Where you worried?" He teased.

Torin snorted, "Of course not."

Felix chuckled, what a typical response. Torin was a tall, intimidating, and stoic man with endless confidence. He never expressed concern because to him, there was nothing to be concerned about, he had faith in himself and his "ally". That's what he called Felix: "Ally", or "The one I'm united with", but what he really meant was "friend". Torin had once told him why that was. He said that he never got close to anyone, because you always get hurt in the end. Felix, of course told his friend that it was impossible to go through life that way, and if it is possible, it's a sad life to lead.

But, Torin cared, weather he expressed it or not, and Felix knew it, and that's all that mattered.

"Naturally," He responded, looking back to the sky and taking another deep breath, "Why don't you lay down in the grass with me?"

"Yes. Love to." Torin said sarcastically.

"Cone on, don't be so rude about it."

Torin sighed, "Felix, we have things to do."

Felix could feel his heart sink as he closed his eyes, "Like what?"

"Battle plans? Remember?" Torin asked in a strange tone, "We have a meeting today? Does any of this ring a bell inside that head of yours?"

Felix sat up in the grass as glared at his friend, "Don't talk like that to me! You know it make me feel stupid! Don't talk to me like I'm some dumb polack!"

Torin pinched at the bridge of his nose, "Felix, I never said that it's just…" He sighed, "This is really important."

Felix softened his expression. Most of it wasn't Torin's fault, the Lithuanian had trouble talking and connecting with people sometimes, and Felix could understand how someone could accidentally insult someone. Felix nodded, accepting the unspoken apology, "I know, but can we do this on a rainy day?"

"What?"

"I mean," He started, "It's so beautiful out today. Why waste it?"

"Becuase I rather be fighting on a day like to day, " Torin explained, "And take a day off during the rain so we aren't fighting in the mud."

Felix could see his view point, but he still shook his head, "A day like today shouldn't be used for bloodshed."

Torin sighed in exasperation, "You're going to be stubborn today, aren't you?"

Felix only nodded.

"Well, then. I guess I'm off to cancel the meeting."

"No!" Felix reached out as if he were close enough to grab the reins of the horse, "Don't go! Stay with me… Sit in the grass with me."

Torin took a long pause as if debating weather or not he should stay. Finally, he slid off his horse and sat down in the grass.

The two of them spent all day in comfortable silence.

Felix groaned and picked up his face out of the snow. Evrything was blurry, and the volume of the world was low. He shook his head and blinked rapidly, trying to get the fogginess out of his head. When his eyesight lined up he saw Toirn and Viktor waking away from him… It only took a moment for Felix to realize what was happening.

"Torin!" Felix yelled, "No! Don't go! Please!"

Torin froze, earning a strange look from the Russian. After a moment, Torin whipered something, and Viktor nodded. Slowly, Torin turned around and walked over. The Lithuaninan looked down his nose at him, "Felix. We can't win this fight."

"You were just going to leave me here?" Felix asked.

Torin ignored the question, "Russia asked me to come with him, and I agreed."

Felix paused in disbelief, "Why?"

"Let's face it," Torin said coldly, "You've run out of power to give me, and Russia is offering me more."

Felix gave a hopeful smile, "You can't just tell me that all you wanted was power."

"Wasn't that the reason we were untied in the first place?" Toin said expressionlessly.

"You don't have to pretend like you don't care, Toin, I-"

Toirn interrupted him, "How many times do I have to tell you so that it'll get through that polack skull of yours that I don't get close to people?"

Tears began to run down Felix's face, "Torin…"

"Good bye, Poland." And with that, Torin turned on his heels and returned to Viktor. Together, the to began to walk away.

Felix began to cry. He hated being alone. Sure, sometimes he ran off to be by himself now and then, but he was never really alone. He always had Torin… Or so he thought… To think he had been alone this whole time…

Felix slammed his fists into the snow in anger, "YOU'RE LEADING A SAD LIFE, TORIN!" He screamed after who he thought had been his friend.

Then, he sobbed into the snow.

Alone.

Author's note:

I actually had a few versions of 2P Poland. The first was a very cranky, moody one, which seemed to go along the lines of some of the things that I had read about other portrayals of him. Another was a very smart one, since the 1P's stereotype was that he was dumb. But, I finally settled on more of a hippy character… Anyways, I hoped you liked him!