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[ After ensuring everything else is prepared, Sonia drags herself- literally drags, because she is not only feeling severely ill, but dreading what she is going to have to do- to the dining room. She ensures that one set of doors is locked and that the windows are locked, and then she pulls up a chair to stand on so that she can take one of the curtains down. She's feeling faint and dizzy, and it's hard to keep her balance; it's a good thing she planned to arrive early. Finally it comes loose and she nearly falls over trying to catch it. Breathing hard, she restores the chair and pulls the remaining curtain across herself.

And now she waits. ]

[A little after 10:30, Poland stumbles into the dining room looking incredibly unwell himself. He'd expected to see Lithuania when he walked in, but oddly enough the other nation was no where to be found. It wasn't like Lithuania to be late...

Poland checks the note that'd been slipped under his door again, to make sure he'd read it right. Whatever it was he was sick with had been impairing him pretty intensely mentally. And physically. It'd taken a lot of effort for him to get from the third floor down to the first. After a few minutes of waiting around, Poland drops into a chair to wait for Lithuania to show up.]

[ She can't see from behind the curtain, but someone is in the room and whoever it is, Poland or not, she has to make her move. It takes a moment, though, because she doesn't know if she can go through with it. She doesn't want to go through with it. She'd really rather just lay down and wait to die than do what she's about to do... but her time will come later in the week. For now...

She steps out from behind the curtain and doesn't stop to check who's in the chair. She flings the heavy velvet curtain over the figure's head and locks an arm around their neck. Her other hand she brings up over the nose and mouth- and then she starts squeezing as hard as she can. It is difficult, and extremely taxing because she feels like she's about to pass out, but mostly it's hard because she's trying not to sob. ]

[Poland hears something move behind him and starts to turn to greet Lithuania and tease him for being the one who was late for once-- but everything suddenly goes dark. It takes him a moment before he can even begin to process what just happened and he can't react quickly enough before something hooks around his neck. His hands fly up to claw at whoever grabbed him, he tries to scream but something else moves to cover his nose and mouth. His scream is smothered in to muffled silence and only then he fully realizes what's happening.]

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[ All she can do is hold on even as he struggles and claws at her; she leans her weight into the chair, closing her eyes and willing it to end soon. Her head is pounding and her stomach is roiling and she knows it's not because of the fever. ]

[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.]

[Poland can feel himself slipping away. He can't stop it, there's nothing left in him to fight against it any longer.

The darkness finally closes in on him and Sonia can probably feel that Poland's gone.]

[ She waits until he's gone completely limp in her arms, and even then she doesn't let go, just standing there, breathing hard. ]

I'm... so...rry...

[ She finally lets go and pulls the curtain off; she props his body up so it doesn't fall out of the chair and goes to string the curtain back up. Her hands are shaking badly; it feels like her entire body's gone completely numb and cold. She nearly falls off the chair as she tries to put the curtain back, and when she climbs down she needs a minute to collect herself and hastily wipe at her eyes. She goes through the rest of the motions of her plan mechanically: she rewinds and destroys the clock, she plants the bolt in the wall, and she drops the second letter on the floor.

After that, she pulls Poland's body out of the chair and struggles to set him on the floor in front of the locked set of doors. She searches his body for his keys and tucks them away in her pocket, then she retrieves and sets up the crossbow. Then she pauses over Poland's body, just looking at him, and the only thing that alleviates the 'I'm so sorry' mantra in her head is the fact that in a few days she'll be joining him.

A few moments later, she gets up and leaves the room. She triggers the crossbow and hears the bolt thunk into the lock. She pauses before the door before turning on her heel to slip upstairs. She still has more to do. ]

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