The next day, I can honestly say I had never barked into a phone so much in my life. Mixed Polish and German were screamed at each other over a tiny silver phone to the point I feared that the speaker would fizzle out. I had triedâ€¦ I really had to try and stop Germany from coming to invade my beautiful land. I begged, I pleaded and I all I received were harsh words and a single fistfight when Germany had actually come over to try and discuss. I wanted peace, he wanted surrender but neither of us got what we wanted in the end.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œBASTARD!â€ Felka screeched, running at the blond with a furious glint in her eyes. She was sick of this and their constant arguments that day had only ended in angry circles of insults and begging. The German barely caught her fist and she wailed another at his face, landing a solid crack. Ludwigâ€™s head flew back and he snarled, wiping the blood from his now sliced chin and bleeding nose.<br/><br/>Whipping his own arm around he hit the back of her neck, causing her breath to stop for a second. She staggered but he managed to catch her arm, throwing her petite body into the couch he was sitting in moments before.<br/><br/>â€œDonâ€™t play dangerous games, Felka.â€ He hissed, preparing to walk away. Trying to regain her breath, the girl stood and raised her leg, shoving it down on the Germanâ€™s back with all her might. He fell with an all mighty crack and Felka gasped, backing up a bit. She could practically feel the bad aura seeping off Ludwig.<br/><br/>â€œPOLSKA!â€ Lithuaniaâ€™s voice rang out high and clear in the empty hallways, his expression that of pure horror as he saw the scene. Felka whimpered and did the only thing that would keep her country alive for that moment. She ran. She ran and she hid in her room long after she heard the German leave her house.</span><br/><br/>â€œDo you want some food, Felka? Youâ€™ve been signing and looking over papers for hoursâ€¦â€ I nodded weakly, my head falling on the desk. There was something odd in Lithuaniaâ€™s voice that sounded distinctly like guilt. I blinked and looked up, only to meet teary cerulean eyes. I immediately shot up, concerned and sauntered over to him, grabbing his cold hands.<br/><br/>â€œAre you all right, Liet?â€ He stiffened at the name and looked down, his fists clenching as tears trickled down his face. Shock and concern clouded my mind and I brought his face to my own, my mouth slightly opened in confusion. Finally, he spoke.<br/><br/>â€œPolskaâ€¦ My lovely lovely Polskaâ€¦ Iâ€™m leaving tomorrow. For good because you are never going to want me back after what Iâ€™m about to do.â€ Toris hiccupped, burying his face in my shoulder. I stiffened at his words as tears burned behind my lids for the billionth time that week.<br/><br/>â€œW-W-Why?â€ I finally choked. Lithuania was silent for a moment, our eyes locked. Suddenly, that sweet face glazed over with the look of someone else, the look of a Nazi.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m joining Germany. Heâ€¦ He said heâ€™d give me Vilnius Region back from you after he destroyed you. Theâ€¦ The land you stole from me in 1920.â€ My breathing caught in my throat. Agony, confusion but most of all betrayal smothered my mind in a fog of terror.<br/><br/>â€œI-I-I thought we got over that! I thought we said weâ€™d never let war tear us apart again! It was almost twenty years ago, I thought you accepted that! You canâ€™t do this! Please Lithuania!â€ He stepped forward and shoved his lips against mine, teeth grinding so hard I began to taste blood. It was a kiss filled with no gentle love. It was the frustration and anger at someone else, the need for each other and the fear for what was to come. He pulled back and stepped away, closer to the door. I remained stiff as a board.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m sorry, Felka.â€ His expression was dead serious, keeping me riveted. â€œI am going to try and stay neutral. For you and for our countries. You may never want me back after this but just know, if you see me out there with my people, killing you and your ownâ€¦ Donâ€™t hold back. Iâ€™m doing this because Iâ€™m selfish.â€<br/><br/>And with that, he walked out the door of my office, grabbed his pre packed bags and walked out the door of my house.<br/><br/>I screamed.