Like a Phoenix
Chapter 2
Lithuania understood exactly what had happened during that meeting. Russia is targeting Poland (once again) just because he's hosting missiles for America. It wasn't fair. Why does Poland have to suffer through everything? And whenever he does suffer, he's all alone.
Lithuania walked through his front door, after getting back from Poland's little, "shopping spree". While searching in the skirt rack, Poland had told him what happened during him and Russia's meeting. He doesn't really know what to do but he trusts America's judgment. That's all he can do.
He crept up the stairs and walked into his bedroom. Lithuania undressed and slipped into his bed. He then did something he never does. He prayed. He prayed for Poland and wished for everything bad happening to him would end so he wouldn't have to suffer any longer. Lithuania then dozed off into a peaceful slumber. He will never realize that his prayer will go unanswered.
. . .
"Wait. Like, what are you like, proposing?"
Months had passed since the meeting with Russia and Poland. After that meeting, tensions soared like a bird taking off for a flight. It wasn't only Russia causing these tensions either. Other countries were responsible as well, but Russia had been by far the worse.
"I'm proposing, well, more like my boss is proposing that we remove our missile bases from your country." America remarked, fiddling with his thumbs, avoiding the gaze of the Pole.
America had recently gotten a new boss in his country. The old boss convinced him and Poland that putting missiles in Poland's country would help prevent a nuclear war. But after Poland had confronted him about the threats Russia and other countries were giving him, America realized how wrong his old boss's actions were. The Pole had looked at him with sheer worry on his face. America at that point had to lie right to his ally's face. He couldn't let Poland realize his own mistake. That was not a very heroic action on his part.
"Wait, like, hold the phone. What!?" Poland asked confused, his bright green eyes staring at the American sitting across from him.
America, who had slipped into his memories of him and Poland's earlier conversation, snapped back into focus on the situation on hand and replied awkwardly, "Well, my new boss wants to remove the weapons."
"Well if he like, wants to remove them now, then why did he like totally have them there in the first place?!" Poland shouted obviously upset.
"Like I said, I got a new boss now and he doesn't like the ways my old boss acted. He's trying to make up for the old bosses actions. This is just one of the things he wants to correct." America clarified as a knot formed in his stomach.
Poland sighed and rested his head in his hands. He suddenly did something that startled America. Poland had started to laugh.
"Well then everything totally like, works out then! If the missiles get like, removed, then Russia would totally like, leave me alone."
"Poland…" America said distinctly. He had expected Poland to get mad and yell at him but he didn't. But what had surprised America the most was what Poland said next.
"Thank you, America. Thanks for like, worrying about me. It means a lot that you totally like, care."
Stunned, America sat in his chair and stared at the Pole. He had no idea how to respond to that. The words he wanted to say could not find a way to escape his lips.
. . .
Now a days, things have been more peaceful in Western Europe, along with the United States. In recent news, America and Russia had signed a treaty to reduce the amount of nuclear weapons each other could have. Poland had remembered that day, because after they signed the treaty, Russia came over and visited Poland's pink-painted house. Russia had been there not to apologize. Oh no. He had been there to tell him that he made the right choice with America to remove the missiles. Russia had said that if they waited any longer, he would have attacked.
Poland, glad that the tensions were gone for the most part, finally started to relax. He even got out his most favorite nail polish to celebrate the peaceful occasion. As he started painting his nails pink, his cell phone started to ring. Poland answered it, careful not to mess up his freshly colored nails.
"Hello?"
"Hey Feliks. I just called to remind you of my upcoming trip to Russia." His boss stated from the other line. "I know you remember what the occasion is."
Of course he remembered it. He could remember the whole thing as if it had just happened yesterday. It was up in his top ten list on how horrible it had been. The Russians had forced many Polish men into work camps in Russia to work and then be killed. Most of the Poles who were sent there were soldiers and were captured by the Russians. Poland had remembered those nights so clearly that he still had nightmares about them. He was one of the lucky ones who had escaped from that camp. American forces had discovered the work camp and saved only a few of the soldiers there, including Poland. It has been 70 years since that time. And it was the 70th anniversary for the tortured souls in that land where the camp had once been. Poland's boss and important head figures of the government and military were planning on paying their respects to the lost Polish souls there. So they were going to fly out to Russia in a couple of weeks.
"Yeah, I totally remember." Poland sullenly replied, staring out his window at the rain starting to pour outside.
"Alright. Well I'll call you again before I leave." His boss announced.
"'kay," was the only response Poland could say before his boss shut his phone closed.
. . .
Lithuania groggily opened up his door only to face his overly cheerful friend.
"Hey, Liet! What is like, up, to the max?!"
"Poland, it's past midnight. What do you want at this hour?" Lithuania yawned.
"I wanna like, spend the night!" Poland replied, sticking his tongue out as he pushed his way into Lithuania's house.
"Hey you…whatever. You can sleep on the couch or something." Lithuania tiredly responded, motioning to the green couch in the living room. Lithuania started to drag himself back down the hall where his soft, warm, comfortable bed was calling for him. As he started half-walking, half-dragging himself down the hall, Poland called out from somewhere behind him.
"Where are you going, Liet?! I totally thought that we could like, paint our nails together!"
"Inthemorning…." Lithuania managed to mumble. He reached his bed and crawled in under the comfortable covers. He almost instantly fell asleep.
"OH MAH GAWD!"
Lithuania immediately woke up to the yelling and blaring of the fire alarm going off. He panicked and ran into where somebody was screaming. He scrambled into the kitchen to see Poland covered in some kind of batter along with the rest of the kitchen, and a brightly lit fire on the kitchen's stove top.
Reacting upon instinct, Lithuania ran over and grabbed his fire extinguisher. The fire alarm triggered the sprinklers in the house and they all started to spill out water everywhere. The fire in the kitchen was still there and Poland started yelling as he slipped and slid all over the now slick batter, thanks to the sprinklers. Lithuania rushed back into the kitchen and sprayed the fire with the fire extinguisher. He also spurted the white foam on Poland just in case he somehow caught on fire.
. . .
"Hey! You totally didn't have to like, spray me!" Poland exclaimed in the now calm kitchen, covered in cooking batter and white foam.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING IN HERE?!" Lithuania shouted. Poland flinched and quickly averted his eyes away from him.
"I-I was just like, trying to cook breakfast and--" Poland stuttered.
"Get out. Get out of my house right now, Poland." Lithuania angrily replied, cutting off Poland's sentence.
"But can't I totally like, take a shower? I'm filthy."
"OUT. NOW."
Lithuania held the front door open and glared at Poland. Poland shuffled towards the door and stared at Lithuania before he left.
"Liet…I…."
"GET OUT!" Lithuania screamed, shoving the Pole so hard out of his house that he fell over onto the sidewalk. Lithuania then slammed the door and locked it. Poland simply stared in disbelief. He had never seen Liet get that angry at him before. Something told him that trying to make Liet breakfast wasn't his best plan in the world.
A/N: HAHAHA. The last part was fun to write. Oh mah gawd. If that happened to my house I would be so freaking pissed. But yeah. Okay, well the more serious stuff starts to happen in the next chapter. Thanks for reading I guess.