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Author's POV-
It was a normal day, the sun was shining and the birds were chirping.
You know, the usual? Well, other than a gray Chevy driving by many, blasting loud music from its speakers.
Inside was your average family, along with a slightly obnoxious friend. You can't blame them for that though, we were all at least a little annoying growing up. Like when you had a hissy fit in the grocery store because your mom didn't buy you that one lollipop. No? Just me? Alright.
Outside the car was a massive protest, causing traffic and several inconveniences to others.
The main thing was that since the road was flooded with people, they became moving obstacles for the drivers, getting hit quite often. That caused a few accidents, delaying the route, and extending the wait time to get into the fair.
Yep, that's right. This particular family just wanted a nice easy break day.
But too bad, so sad, Author wants you to suffer for the time being.
"Dumme, dumme, dumme Menschen. Warum können sie nicht einfach aus dem Weg gehen? Ich habe keine Zeit dafür!" (Stupid, stupid, stupid humans. Why can't they get out the way? I don't have time for this!) Germany banged his head against the steering wheel, cursing out the protesters under his breath.
"Uspokój się ... nie pomagasz mi z bólem głowy." (Calm down...you're not helping with my headache.) Poland groans, complaining to his significant other.
Their child sat in the back, shooting them glares through the river-view mirror.
The child's friend, Ukranda, graciously scolded them for this. "They're doing the best they can." "ThEy'Re DoInG tHe BeSt ThEy CaN-" Gerpol mocks, being unsurprisingly cut off by her.
"Замовкни, I'm just trying to help..!" (Shut up,) She slurred, elbowing him harshly.
"In Ordnung, dobrze!" (Okay, okay!) He drops it, trying to change the topic. "-So, how are your parents?"
"...they're fine." 'Randa was extremely quiet after that, lowering her voice to a solid 2. Basically whisper level.
Strange huh? Something must have happened. And that's something you'll never found out, so hah...unless? Nah. You can suffer for a bit. Thank foreshadowing, alright? Just kidding!
There is no foreshadowing cause I suck at that.
The car honked loudly as the one behind got too close, almost ramming into the bumper and causing a collision.
"Hurensohn!" (Son of a b*tch!) Germs' screeches, flipping them off.
"W porządku, why don't we pull up to the rest stop? The entrance is right there." (Alright then,) Pol suggested, giving Ger a hard stare. He didn't respond well to this, opening his mouth to object. "How abo-" "I can tell you're tired Niemcy, take a break." Their gazes met, starting a staring contest between the two.
Seems like both aren't going down without a fight, I admire that.
Alas Germony soon submitted, blinking back eye sweat. "Du hast recht-" (You're right-)
"That's what I thought, now be sure to get some rest." Polska adds, preparing to unbuckle his seatbelt. In the back, the two kiddos tried to comprehend what just went down, wrapping their head around the sequence.
During the conflict, Germany made a quick left turn, driving into the uncannily empty parking lot. And as soon as he parked, the other three countries made their moves, exiting the vehicle-
All for different reasons. Gerpol wanted to stretch and take a breather;
Ukranda felt entitled to follow her friend everywhere, other than the school bathroom of course;
And Polen actually had to use the restroom. So, stringing along the two colonies, he entered the facility, ushering them to their rightful places. But little did he know, they were up to no good. Just as Randa passed by her partner in crime, she uttered something along the lines of 'Meet at the vending machine.'
But back to Gerone! At the moment, he fell asleep at the wheel while waiting for them to return-
With the car doors unlocked and windows wide open. Oh boy, wonder what could go wrong in that situation...
A carjacker pulling him out and taking off with his about twenty two thousand dollar dream car?
Pssh, no way! In your dreams maybe-Speaking of which, let's take a look at his!
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Heh. This might...take a bit. Well, while we're waiting you should go drink a glass of water! Remember, it's important to stay hydrated.
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Hah, why isn't this transitioning? Darn technical difficulti-
"In the midst of field stood a tall, lanky, figure. One particularly without a shadow. Why's that?" Ah yes, it works now. Continue on! "...ahem, the shadow Gods deemed them unworthy!" Poland's shrill voice rang out throughout the house, breaking the sweet silence between him and his friend.
That friend was Germany, sulking on the couch because of his lack of appetite. He wasn't able to eat a single thing at the table, all because of grief.
His father, whom he called 'vater' wasn't there for him, and he never would be, ever again.
Instead, he laid buried in the dirt, in serene peace and quiet.
Dead he was, completely dead. There was no bringing him back to life, and that's out of the question. No country other than his son wanted him alive anyways.
But...that meant Niemcy was now an orphan. The death of his dad was only brought to his attention the day beforehand, at the playground. USSR was the one who broke the news to him, yes? And his eldest son, Russia, was right by Germs' side, comforting him and all.
Well-Ever since that, the two became inseparable, holding hands, hugging, kissin-
Whoops, wrong script, wrong script! Forget that. They were simply...close, okay? That's all that matters.
Don't keep that in mind. It won't be important later on, or should I say now? Yeah. I'll say now.
"Hej Germany? Why don't you eat anymore?" (Hey) Polen prodded him in the stomach lightly, clambering onto the couch. "Not hung-" "Mhm, I know you're not Hungary. Co jest nie tak?" (What's wrong?)
"..." He remained silent as the air grew heavy with tension. Smells like angst, how about I fix that?
Just as Polska was about to back off and flee back to the floor, Deutschland scooted closer to him, draping a blanket over his shoulders. "Don't worry about me. Everything's fine."
Poland bit his lip in resilience, deciding the other's answer was too vague.
So, he took another shot at convincing him otherwise.
"Everything isn't fine, no need to hide the truth Niemcy! I'll always stick with you through the thick and thin."
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"Pinky Versprechen?" (Pinky promise?) "Różowa obietnica." (Pinky promise.) Their fingers interlocked, sealing the deal forever. "Even if everyone was against you..." Polen whispered.
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Haha, I am now satisfied. Except...Google translate still sucks. :V I'll finish this oneshot another day, back to my other chapter I go.
