â€œP-Polska? Felka? FELKA! And Toris! Are you there?â€ Came a shocked voice from across the hallway. It was a rather high voice, though beginning to crack as he got older and if I was in my usual mood, I probably would have grinned and called back. Instead I kept my fists clenched and kicked off my Italian leather boots, lips set in a thin line. My temper was on the edge, ready to spill over the tiny bottle that contained my emotions. Lithuania realized I wasnâ€™t answering the little Latvians call and sighed, doing it himself.<br/><br/>â€œWeâ€™re back Raivis!â€ He bellowed, voice like silk in my ears. Dirty blond hair and watery cerulean eyes bounded through my house, a worried smile on his face? I feared my eyes were still red from crying and my fears were answered when Latvia gasped.<br/><br/>â€œFelkaâ€¦ H-How did i-i-it go?â€ I gave him the most venomous glare I could manage and he shrunk back, his eyes filling with tears again. Toris sighed and sauntered over to the sobbing boy, wrapping a tender arm around his shoulder. I simply stalked by, forcing down yet another desperate lump in my throat. How was I going to tell my people that I didnâ€™t know what to do? That we were doomedâ€¦ I couldnâ€™t bear to see them hurt again, tossed around like ragdolls. They didnâ€™t deserve it.<br/><br/>My socked feet made a hollow, slapping sound against my tiled floors and I dragged my fingers against the crimson walls, a high scraping sound ringing through the mansion. I could picture it already. Slowly, as Poland got ripped apart, I would lose a room in my house until my beautiful home would be nothing more than the size of an apartment building. The thought horrified me but it had already happened three times beforeâ€¦ Shouldnâ€™t I already know how this feels? Be used to it?<br/><br/>My room wasnâ€™t horribly far down the hallways though the door was much bigger than the rest of them, the beautiful polished door making me feel more important than anyone else. I opened the door and flopped down on the king sized bed, sinking into the maroon comforter. I was so tired, so doneâ€¦ I didnâ€™t want to deal with the shit going on right now. I wanted everything to go back to normal, to be drinking some sugary coffee with Liet in the main room, content smiles on our faces as Latvia and Estonia came to sit with us.<br/><br/>I then realized that it would be a long time until I ever did that again. The thought was terrifyingâ€¦ We were in war again. The cold, dirty unfair war. I had already risen and now I was forced to come back again. I wasnâ€™t even sure if I would come back this time.<br/>â€œIâ€¦ I donâ€™t want to die.â€ I whimpered. Another body sat down in the bed beside me, his shaking lips pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.<br/><br/>â€œI donâ€™t want you to either, my Polska.â€ And as much as I wanted to turn around, hug him, make love to him... I couldnt promise him I would.