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“You are not yo—“ Poland calmly states before he gets interrupted by the UN. “could someone preen my wings later today?” The UN asked as she walked in the kitchen. She had gotten about a yard away before the two had panicked. Her unannounced entrance spooked the two country’s leading the two nations to cuss in their respective languages. Poland had forgotten that he was on a chair, Which lead to him falling off said chair, and landing on his back while his wings flared out trying to catch him.
“ GEEZ ,” Poland huffed “next time knock,” he slowly stands up, dusting himself off as he stands ”you scared the living daylights out of me.” Now back on his feet, he walks over to Germany. He finishes saying sweet nothings into his ear. He then walks around the island and grabs a plate for the UN. Poland then walks back around the island and hands the plate to her. “Yea we can do that. I think someone’s due for a preening too.” Poland had said whispering quietly as he gestures over to Germany.
“Okay fine…I get to choose the movie,though.” Germany declared, obviously not wanting to. ”but why! You always get to decide on the movie. I should get to.” Poland then complained as he threw himself at the half alive German. “How about this… we just sit and talk… about anything?” Germany had said quietly before lifting Poland back onto his feet. “Ah sooo trade trama as you fall asleep in my lap again?” poland joked. They both look over at the UN. They both were waiting for her to say something.
“Hmmm?” She looks over to them “Poland, this sandwich is good.” Then Germany and poland stared, Then look back at each other. Poland was the one to break the silence, just repeating what the both of them said. ”Niemcy had suggested that will we preen each other’s wings we talk. I had joked that he would fall asleep in my lap as we talked about are trama”
“Oh. I just need my scapulars, and apart of my secondary covers preened, the rest I can do myself.” She says as she slowly sways back-and-forth. Slowly, she starts walking over the sink to wash the plate. “I have a feeling that it’s going to be very triggering for me. I was going to grab some sleeping pill so I’m like half asleep win you do it” the UN said as she placed the plate in the sink. Her body slowly swayed back. Her wings slowly twitch as if they’re waiting for her to fall.
“Unite, you’re swaying a lot. Do you need to sit down?” Germany asks, concerned.Poland also notices this and was slowly makes his way over to the UN. “No, I don’t feel good all of a sudden” the UN said as she started to grip the sink rim. “May I touch your hair?” Poland, whom is now behind the un’s, asked. “No, ple—“ the un starts, but she got interrupted by her throwing up a pile of bile.
“You should really sit down Unite. Forcing yourself to stand isn’t helping,” Poland says as kneels down, down to grab the throw up bowl. “you can sit down right there if you feel like you can’t walk,” he continues. “No, no I’m good just give me a minute” she pauses, then continues “this has been happening every once and awhile—“ she starts throwing up again .
“Are you sure? Throwing up and swaying back and forth is not a normal thing” Germany pitched in. “Can… can one of you speak French?” The un says as she slowly slides down the cabin. “No, neither of us can. Can we call someone?” Poland says as he hands the bowl over to over to her. “No, Swiss will lecture me, and France will also lecture me. Except he will come over and take me.” She says as she pulls her long French blue coloued hair behind her ear. ”we could try calling NATO, doesn’t he know some?” Poland says as he sits down next to her.
”oh god no,” she pauses after a few seconds she throw up again. “Was it my sandwich that’s making you throw up?” Poland says as he quickly gabs the bowl to wash it out. “Non,” She grabs her shoulders and starts scratching them. “Hey, let’s not do that? Grab this.” Poland kneels back down to the UN. And gives her a throw up bowl.“Is there anything that you need us to do? Has anyone, except for nato, helped you through one?”
“France…” the UN responded , her voice was low and quiet. She pulls her hair back again. Her wings sill twitching. Looking up from the bowl, she says “Poland, catch my head—“
“What!” Poland yelps as the UN passes out. He does indeed catch UN’s head before it hits the bowl. ”do you want me to call France? Your panic attacks aren’t like this..” Germany says as he grabs Poland’s phone from the living room. “Yes please, also come grab the bowl before i drop her head.” Poland says as he reposition his hands.