Like a Phoenix
Chapter 6
"Okay, looks good. You've got all the attire appropriately on. We can finally go in."
Now we were talking. Finally. This was the moment Lithuania was waiting for. He was so close. Just on the other side of those doors.
"Poland." Lithuania inaudibly muttered as the old doctor opened the doors into the operating room
. . .
He had no idea how long he had laid there weeping. The darkness that surrounded him was wrapped thick around him like a blanket, silencing all of his cries. The tragedy of the airplane crash replayed itself over and over in Poland's head. His heart ached and his chest burned. How much longer would this keep up? Would he feel like he was on fire forever?
The tears that streaked his face burned and his heart felt like it was burning. He grasped onto his shirt and gripped it tightly as the pain intensified. Poland tucked his legs into his chest on what felt like the floor in the pitch black darkness. He continued to clutch his shirt. This was unbearable. He had to of been on fire. And if he wasn't, it sure as hell felt like he was.
"The plane was engulfed in flames you know." Voices called out from the darkness.
"Stop."
"All lives lost."
"Stop!"
"Your county is in turmoil."
"STOP."
"Are you even going to survive?"
"STOP!"
Poland screamed as heat started to scorch his flesh. He opened his eyes to find that he, himself, was engulfed by bright yellow flames. Poland began to shout as the flames were burning his body.
"Everyone's dead."
He shut his eyes. The pain increased. He was going to die. He just knew it.
"Poland will cease to exist."
Poland let out a wailing scream. His heart burned like a billion ovens set on their highest temperatures. It seemed to him that his heart burned worse than his whole body. He couldn't do anything. He just laid there as the flames continued to consume him. Poland felt his chest being tugged as if something was pulling him up. He felt his knees come into contact with what seemed like the floor. Poland's screams became louder as he felt like his chest and heart were going to explode.
All of a sudden, a beautiful bright red ball of flames shot out from Poland's chest like an arrow. The pain that he felt in his chest had disappeared and he opened his eyes to find that he was still on fire, but he couldn't feel it. It was as if all the flames' heat had vanished. Yet they were still there on him.
Poland looked at the radiant red ball of fire that flew around against the darkness. It started to transform. Red wings emerged from the flames as well as a head. As it continued to spread apart, if flew around in circles. Poland watched in awe as a bird majestically twisted and turned as it too, was still in flames.
The flaming bird suddenly turned once again and flew directly towards the burning Pole. It floated over his head and a small smile started to unfurl on Poland's lips.
"F-Fawkes."
The bird hovered down to eye level with Poland and landed on something that was disguised by the darkness. Its radiant head titled and it's bright, emerald eyes stared at him. Poland knew this bird. It was a part of him. Throughout the partitions, the wars, the invasions, the concentration camps, this phoenix was there. And now it was here again.
The phoenix opened its beak but instead of chirping, the bird started to sing.
"Oh sweet, young nation what is that pain
Which makes your green eyes pour out the rain
Look at you; you're covered in a flame
Yet with my tears, your flames be tame
Stand up and fight
With all your might
Listen close, and hear your country mourn
Stand up you must, and do what you've sworn
You've suffered a lot throughout the years
And stood up against your greatest fears
You've risen from your ashes and shown them all
Flag held high and pride up tall
So rise again and be born anew
The time has come for your people and you
Nothing will ever be the end
For you are 'Like a Phoenix' my friend.
The phoenix closed its orange-lit beak as it finished its song. Poland gaped with wide green eyes as big at the bird. He didn't know what to say, or more like, he couldn't say anything. The phoenix's song replayed itself in Poland's head as he continued to stare at the bird. The bird let out a light chirp and flew onto Poland's shoulder. The bird then began forming tears in its eyes as it let out sorrowful cries.
Poland let out a pitiful smile as he stretched his still burning, charred hand to his shoulder to pet Fawkes. The phoenix's cries became louder and its tears began to fall and land on Poland's blazing body. Poland gasped as the tears hit his skin. The flames that were burning in those areas began to disappear and his burnt skin returned its normal, healthy state. After the flames were all gone and his charred body was cleansed. Fawkes let out a shrill squawk and quickly flew off of his shoulder.
"Fawkes! What's like, wrong?"
The bird commenced to aimlessly fly around in circles while continually screeching painful cries that could possibly make a deaf person hear. Poland tried to catch up to the flaming bird, but every time he got close, it would fly off again. All of a sudden, Fawkes pivoted in mid-air and dove right at Poland like a kamikaze. Poland was caught off guard as the phoenix collided with his chest causing him to stumble back. During the collision he felt the blazing bird dissipate into him. A hole had burned his shirt and his whole body seemed to be radiating with heat.
He looked around confused as a white light began to form on the horizon. Poland shielded his eyes as same white light whizzed past him causing him to disappear into it.
. . .
Lithuania stepped into the dark room. The only light in the room was stationed in the middle, shinning over huddled doctors working intently. He couldn't see him. He couldn't see Poland. Lithuania stood on his tip-toes, attempting to look over the busy doctors.
The old doctor had already started working along with the other operating doctors. Lithuania was left in the back unnoticed by the preoccupied doctors. As he continued to search, a doctor moved away from his position to go wash off his instrument he was using, to reveal Poland's lifeless face. Lithuania's hazel eyes widened and tears began to form.
"Poland" he mumbled. Lithuania's body began to quiver and move on its own. Each step quickened. His heart raced.
"Poland!" Lithuania called out, causing the doctors in the room to become alarmed. Lithuania launched himself onto Poland, continuously shouting his name, fearing that his friend was dead. Many doctors grabbed a hold of Lithuania, and started to pull him away from Poland. He didn't understand why they were separating him from Poland. Lithuania just continued to shout out Poland's name, not caring if he blew their identities or not.
Lithuania struggled against the doctors that were dragging him away. A sharp pain tickled in his neck but he ignored it as he pushed over a young doctor. He shouted even louder as he saw Poland beginning to stir on the operating table but Lithuania vision started to blur.
"POLAND! POLAND!"
He was getting tired and his vision became even worse. Lithuania's vision may have just been betraying him, but he could have sworn Poland just sat up. He was so sleepy. His eyes kept closing he tried calling out again and again but he started to drone out.
"Poland?" uttered Lithuania in one last effort.
"Liet?"
Lithuania's eyes widened and then he collapsed into the doctors that were holding him.
A/N: OHOHOHO. I love the phoenix part. I'm so glad it turned out like that. But I still haven't even reached to the part with Iceland's fight yet. OTL. Aw well. I'll get there eventually. This story is basically made up as I go so hopefully it won't drag on forever. What is this six chapters already? Geezums. Maybe I should just make the chapters longer than just three/four pages. .