It wasnâ€™t very long, my hysterical breakdown.  I had always been a target of every country so it shouldnâ€™t be anything new. My soul had been ripped to pieces three times already, heartless partitioning being the death of me so once the sadness was out a took a deep breath and flicked my long golden hair over my shoulder. Lithuania looked at me, concerned, stopping the soothing circles he was rubbing on my back.<br/>â€œAre you going to be okay, Felka?â€ I clenched my fists, my insides churning like the Baltic sea in the winter.<br/><br/>â€œNo, No Iâ€™m not but Iâ€™m going to just have to try, arenâ€™t I? Fighting back is what I do.â€ A tiny smile lit up the brunettes features and he looked down, fierce determination taking over both of us.<br/><br/>No words were said but as I tightened my army green cloak over my shoulders, the gold buttons clicking together to keep it secured on my neck I fingered my necklace, the gold crosses familiar points calming me. I had five days to set up the strongest army anyone had ever seen since the days of my glorious commonwealth. Sadly though, even I realized that my army was absolutely pitiful against Germanyâ€™s. Other people sided with Ludwig, that was certain so I had to estimate over two million soldiers fighting against my people. I swallowed deeply but refused to let my head fall. I had less than nine hundred thousandâ€¦ If that was the case, my new plan of attack had to change. It wouldnâ€™t be an attack at all but a clear out, an attempt to fight back while evacuating all of the women and children. The thought made bile rise in my throat so I began to focus on the steady beat of my steel toed boots on the polished floors.<br/><br/>Whipping out my cell phone I held down the number two, awaiting my main general, Edward Rydz-?mig?y to attempt to form some kind of army in time. Furious Polish was flung back and forth between the two of us, my voice reaching pitches I didnâ€™t believe it would go. Lithuania guided me into an awaiting car, a Mercedes to add to the irony, as I swore fiery words at my best commander. Finally, he agreed and I snapped my phone shut, guilt pooling in my stomach.<br/><br/>â€œSo what are you going to do?â€ I tilted my head back, agony crashing into my body like a steam roller.<br/><br/>â€œLiet, I have 39 divisions I can possibly have prepared in time. Do you want to know how many fucking Germany has along with his new pal Russia?â€ Torisâ€™s eyes widened.<br/><br/>â€œHow m-many?â€<br/><br/>â€œ93!â€ I screeched, ready to pull the hair out of my head. I really couldnâ€™t think of doing anything else. I slammed my head into the car door, my skull making a hollow banging sound.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™M FUCKED TORIS. On zamierza zabija? mnie. JA zamierzam umiera? Litwa!â€ (Heâ€™s going to kill me. Iâ€™m going to die, Lithuania!â€<br/><br/>And for once, Toris was silent because we both knew it was true.