Like a Phoenix

Chapter 3

Poland must have left about 50 bazillion messages on Lithuania's phone. Lithuania hadn't called him back so Poland just figured that he either turned off his phone or just didn't check his phone.

"How was I like, supposed to know his stove would totally catch on fire! It's not my fault I totally wanted to like, make him a nice meal. He always seems so like, stressed out all the time, like to the max."

Aggravated, Poland stomped through his living room and went outside onto his back deck. He sat down and his porch swing and stared up at the dark sky. A deep-colored gray covered up the entire sky and the distant (yet seemingly close), rumbling noises pounded their way into Poland's ear drums.

. . .

Lithuania must have spent countless of hours by himself cleaning up after Poland's chaos. Lithuania was still steaming mad. You could probably break an egg on him and it would be cooked for you to eat. He refused to talk to Poland and even purposefully misplaced his phone to ignore Poland's constant calling. As he persisted on cleaning his kitchen, the doorbell rang throughout the empty house. Lithuania dropped his cleaning utensils and started to walk towards his front door.

Estonia must have arrived was Lithuania's initial thought. Lithuania had told him all about Poland's fiasco and Estonia had offered to help clean his house. Lithuania was truly grateful and he still has to figure a way to pay Estonia back. He unbolted the door and was shocked to not see Estonia standing there. Instead, Lithuania gazed upon a completely drenched Poland.

"Liet…"

Lithuania had slammed the door right in the face of the friend and started to storm off. He quickly stopped when he heard a loud 'thud' come from behind him followed by Poland's voice.

"I need to tell you this, Liet. I totally had nobody else to tell. I-I have a really bad feeling. It's like, the same kind of feeling I had right before Germany and Russia invaded…."

Lithuania had frozen in his spot. He has that feeling again?! He quickly forgot the reason why he was so upset with Poland and turned around to reopen the door. Lithuania opened the door surprised to find no one there. He swiftly glanced around through the pouring rain, to try and find out where his distraught friend had disappeared. Lithuania had finally spotted him far down the sidewalk headed back towards his house.

"Poland!" he exclaimed. Poland must not have heard him because he kept walking further away. "POLAND!" Thunder exploded in the dead, dark sky silencing all of Lithuania's shouts. Lithuania, not caring if he got drenched or not, ran out into the storm after Poland in an attempt to try and catch up to him. The cold rain smacked hard on his face as he ran faster and faster.

Nowhere. Poland had simply disappeared from Lithuania's view. He quickly decided to run towards Poland's house considering that's probably where he was headed. He wasn't going to lose his friend. Not ever again. Lithuania had remembered the first time Poland had disappeared. When he had gone over to visit him, Poland's front door was wide open and inside were Prussia, Austria, and Russia going through Poland's belongings. Lithuania had frantically asked what had happened to Poland, and Prussia only laughed to tell him that Poland would no longer be around in the world. That had absolutely devastated Lithuania.

Panting as he reached Poland's pink house, he hastily knocked onto the wooden door. No answer. Lightning suddenly shot out in the dark sky lighting up the earth's surface for a split second and was immediately followed by bellowing thunder claps. Lithuania seriously hoped that Poland wasn't still in this horrid thunderstorm. He grasped at the doorknob and turned it. The door swung open and Lithuania stepped into Poland's house sopping wet.

"Poland? POLAND?!"

There was no answer. Poland wasn't home. Lithuania collapsed onto the hardwood floor and slammed his fist onto the wooded floor.

. . .

Okay so he messed up. He messed up big. But he had to tell him. Even if he hated his guts, he had to tell Liet what he was feeling. Especially if it was that feeling. Poland sat in his boss's home (which was fairly close to his own) and waited for his boss to get off the phone. He just couldn't believe Lithuania shut the door on him. If Liet was that upset then yeah, he totally messed up.

"Sorry for the wait, Feliks. So where were we?" His boss asked, after hanging up the phone.

"We were totally like, talking about your trip to Russia, boss." Poland responded.

"Ah yes. That's right. So, are you planning to attend the memorial service with us?" Poland's boss inquired, intently staring at the nation.

"I totally didn't like, plan on it. Considering that—well it might be painful. And I totally don't like, know." Poland honestly answered. The right thing to do would be going with his boss to pay respect to the lost Polish souls. But could he really do that? Would he be able to repress his gruesome nightmares of that cursed place? He wasn't sure. That's why he needed Liet. Lithuania would always give him advice on what to do and that would help him make a decision.

"Oh okay. Well do whatever you feel is right. We'll be leaving in three days though. And remember. We have one seat open on the plane. Just in case." His boss indicated.

"Alright, thanks." Poland thanked as he stood up from the chair. Poland's boss escorted the Pole to the door and he departed from the house.

. . .

Poland rested on a bench in the middle of the shopping mall. Tomorrow was the day that everybody was going to Russia. Poland still didn't know if he wanted to go or not. So to take his mind off of things, he went shopping. As he lay on the bench, he watched everybody walk back and forth throughout the mall. That feeling had gotten worse over these last couple of days. It formed knots in his stomach and gave him headaches. What could be the reason for that feeling? Poland had no idea but he knew wasn't good.

"OH EM GEE! Heeey!... Did you hear about the sale?!... OMG!... You didn't?!... It's at Forever 21!!...Well get your butt down there missy!...Yeah I'll meet you there!!" A young teenage girl exclaimed into her cell phone. She was walking past where Poland was sitting and he overheard her conversation. After she had hung up, she started to hurriedly walk to the sale that she mentioned.

"OMG…there's like, a sale at Forever 21?! Why wasn't I like, totally informed about this like, to the max?!" Poland said to no one in particular. He quickly got up, grabbed his bags, and started sprinting down the mall aisles, weaving through unsuspecting passerbies.

. . .

Lithuania had visited Poland's house for the past three days and he hadn't been home. This made him worry. What if something bad had happened? What if someone invaded him again? What if someone launched a nuclear strike against him!? Whoa…now he was getting too far ahead of himself. Lithuania really wished that he listened to Poland instead of being irrational and shutting the door on him. Lithuania would have tried calling Poland, but when he purposefully hid his phone to try and ignore Poland's calls, he ended up forgetting where he hid it.

Lithuania sighed and walked around the inside of Poland's house examining everything he passed. It was so different now from the way they had it before. Poland and Lithuania used to live together in Poland's house during the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. They would always go out and harvest the fields of wheat in the back of Poland's yard and even step out of battle just to go water the darn things.

Something caught Lithuania's eye and he grabbed it off one of Poland's shelves. It was a photograph of them together during that time. Lithuania was carrying a basket full of harvested wheat and Poland was asleep on a hay bale right next to him. He remembered this picture well, for he had the exact same one too. Lithuania, getting caught up by all the memories he shared with Poland, started to feel his eyes tear up. He quickly let out a small sob and wiped off his eyes with his sleeve. Oh how he wished he could go back to those carefree days with his best friend.

A/N: O.M.G. the little ending part is so cheesy. So what'd ya think of this chapter? Good? Bad, Eh…?