[Poland's thoughts race in a whirlwind as he can feel his lungs seizing in his chest from the lack of air. He wasn't dead weight or dispensable-- if anything he'd thought Spain would be the one to... to.
Poland's body falters before his spirit, weakened by the illness that ravaged him during the week. His hands slip away from his throat and the rest of his body grows heavy.
He wasn't supposed to die. He'd promised. He'd promised he wouldn't die.]
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Poland's body falters before his spirit, weakened by the illness that ravaged him during the week. His hands slip away from his throat and the rest of his body grows heavy.
He wasn't supposed to die. He'd promised. He'd promised he wouldn't die.]