A/N: NorPol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Everything was annoyingly dark in the room as he entered, so he flicked on the light and was greeted with the sight of his bedroom - the one he shared with Feliks. However said blonde was not there, there were no one on the bed and no signs that it had been used. Moving towards the closet, he opened it - to find no sign of his lovers presence. He pulled out everything, confused and needing to see at least just a little hint he had been there but there was nothing.
He looked around and then slowly made his way to the bathroom yet there was no sign his lover lived there - there was just the one toothbrush, just the one towel in use, just one shampoo. And they all belonged to Kristian. Looking through the house, he could not find any signs Feliks had ever been there - at all.
Eventually, dread in the deep pits of his stomach, he called the mans number only to realize it was not in use. It was as if Feliks had never existed in his life and he found himself calling others, if only to hear about him, for any hints about the man - but each and every one he called simply asked, "Poland? Where is that? Never heard of it."
Desperate for something, anything, he travelled to what would be Poland only to see German signs, people speaking German and Germany himself. He took a chance, he questioned the man, and it was not until Germany asked him what he was speaking of as this place had always been a part of Germany that he woke. sweaty and shaking, trembling hands moving to his side to reassure himself that Feliks was still there, still alright and not gone out of his life.
