Like a Phoenix

Chapter 4

Poland's head began to throb as he watched out the large glass window of the airport's gate C26's waiting area. He watched as his President (otherwise known as his boss) walked outside and into the aircraft that would soon be flying towards the largest country in the world. Poland had decided to stay and not go onto the flight. He has been feeling under the weather for a while now and going to visit that painful place would just make things worse so he would be staying. One after another, following the President's example, Poland's head military leaders boarded the airplane and so did major heads of the Government.

After about a half an hour of waiting, the airplane started its engine and headed off towards the long, seemingly endless, runway. Poland watched silently from inside as the aircraft accelerated and departed from the earth. He sighed after it took off and removed his now sweaty hands off the once clean glass. Poland wondered what he was going to do now. And why wouldn't that feeling go away?!

"I'm totally like, going to the mall." He mumbled to himself.

. . .

He must have been there for about two hours now. Nothing. Nada zilch. Standing in front of the skirt rack, Poland angrily sighed. There were no good skirts to buy. Today was not his day. His headache soon had become a migraine, his stomach was like a circus with people shooting out of those cannons, and what's worse, he started coughing up blood.

. . .

Lithuania tried to quicken his pace. He quickly scanned through each department store looking for his blonde-haired friend. Lithuania had gone to 'the totally like, fabulous, bestest, like, mall in the whole entire freaking world, like to the max', according to Poland. Lithuania really needed to see if Poland was alright. Poland's words about that feeling lingered in Lithuania's head for days. He just had to find Poland. But where was he in this stupid mall?! It's at least three stories!

He decided to take a break from his three hours of searching. He sat down on a bench and stared up at a sign that displayed the date from the Coca Cola Company. April 10, 2010. How was he going to find Poland? This was way too hard. Lithuania wished he had the Britannia

Angel there with him so that he maybe could use his magic to bring Poland to him. It would seem that the angel did hear his plea because after Lithuania wished that, he saw a blonde-haired guy run past him.

"Was that…Poland?!" Lithuania exclaimed jumping up from the bench he was sitting at. He quickly began to pursue what he was most likely sure was his friend, whom he had been searching for the entire time. Lithuania had ran out of the mall and saw the blonde sprinting down the sidewalk, who seemed to be running aimlessly. He was most certain that this was Poland. He began to run down the sidewalk after him.

. . .

Faster. Run faster. What's happening. Blood. Why. These were the words flying through Poland's head and ringing in his ears. People in the mall had noticed Poland coughing up blood and tried to help him. There were so many people, he had to get away. The pain. Oh the pain. He couldn't take it. He had to run away. Poland had ran out of the mall and was now running in the direction of his house. Or what he thought was the right direction. He couldn't think. The pain. He just kept running as more blood started pouring out of his mouth that had emerged out of his lungs.

. . .

Lithuania had shouted Poland's name multiple times now. He didn't respond. He didn't hear him, let alone even turn around. Lithuania, full panic mode setting in, started to run off of his adrenaline.

"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Lithuania immediately stopped running and froze in his tracks. Poland had fallen unexpectedly on the ground of the sidewalk and dropped on his knees. Poland was holding his hands onto his head as if it were to split open any second. Another blood curdling scream was released from Poland's mouth as more blood gush out. Lithuania was parlayed. What's happening?! What---he couldn't think. His friend crumpled onto the ground and started gagging as he grasped onto his blood-covered shirt. What was going on?! Lithuania, horrified as the entire body of his friend started shaking uncontrollable. Poland, screaming and crying horriblely. He had to do something. He couldn't stand to watch any longer.

He tried to move his legs but they felt like cement glued to the pavement. What seemed like eternally to Lithuania had passed away when he made it next to his friend.

"POLAND?! POLAND!? POLAND?! WHAT'S WRONG?!" he shouted, grabbing onto Poland's arm as Poland continued to tremble, scream, cough blood, and cry. Lithuania wasn't aware at the pool of blood forming around the boy and didn't acknowledge where it had even come from. Lithuania panicked. He didn't know what to do or how to help.

"HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP US!" he shouted in the air. Poland was dying. He needed help. No time left. Phone! Where?! Call 9-1-1. "POLAND!! SOMBODY!! ANYBODY!" There in the blood.

"!!!!"

"POLAND! POLAND!!" Lithuania had tried to hold down Poland from his violent shaking but it wasn't working. Poland kept squirming and screaming out as if he was getting stabbed by a thousand knives. In the blood. It's pink. Grab it. Grab it! Lithuania quickly grabbed Poland's phone out from the blood puddle spreading out from around him. He quickly dialed 9-1-1 and immediately got a hold of one of the operators.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" the lady asked in Lithuania's ear.

"MY—MY FRIEND….HE'S…DEAD…DYING!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!" He cried out into the phone.

"Sir, calm down. Where is you location?" the lady calmly asked.

"!!!!!"

"POLAND!! OH GOD!! POLAND NO!!"

"I have your location marked and an ambulance is on the way." the lady stated.

. . .

The pain. Make it stop. MAKE IT STOP. Blood. Blood that choked his throat making it impossible to breath. Thoughts mashed together. Head exploding. Can't think. The pain. MAKE IT STOP. Screaming. No sound. Silence. The pain. Splitting in two. Chest on fire. Going to die. MAKE IT STOP. The pain. Crying and screaming. Shaking. Death. Knives stabbing his flesh. The pain. Going to die. Heart on fire. Kill him now. Get it over with. MAKE IT STOP. Heart. Blood. Screams. Can't think. MAKE IT STOP. Fire. His heart. The pain. MAKE IT STOP. GET IT OVER WITH. KILL HIM NOW. SET HIM FREE. The pain. Silence. Darkness. No more pain.

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Lithuania watched in sheer horror as Poland stopped moving. "P-P-Poland?!" He managed to utter out of his trembling lips. Tears started steaming out of his eyes as Lithuania started screaming. "POLAND! YOU CAN'T DIE. I KNOW YOU'RE STRONGER THAN THIS!! DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME NOW!!" Lithuania started sobbing as he threw himself over Poland's seemingly dead body. He could think. His heart ached as he cried even harder. "I-I-I need y-you. You—you c-can't leave m-me!" Lithuania managed to say as he bawled. "What—what w-would I d-do w-without you?! Po-Po-POOOOOLAAAAANDD!!!!!"

A/N: Okay I am freaking crying my eyes out. This is so F-ing sad! This is the saddest thing I have ever written by far. It was really terrible to write. It's just the sadness of the whole thing. Please, please tell me what you thought of this chapter. I need to know for this one. I need to make sure it sounds about right and what not.