Silence means that there is no one left to scream - One-shot [ENG]

Short one-shot about Warsaw Uprising. First English fanfiction ever. Feel free to be Grammar Nazi.

   “I’m not afraid, you know”

   “You never are. It’s quite impressive.”

   “You think so? For me it’s not so good. I keep running into dangerous situations. But… well, it’s the best I can do.”

   “I don’t think so, Poland. You should wait for the rest of Allies to help us. Russia is going to-”

   “Russia will NOT help us and you know it. That bastard and his boss are going to dominate us, make us a part of his empire. I’d rather die!”

   “You are on the best way to do this. Poland, stop acting like America with all this hero stuff. Just wait.”

   “I can’t, Lithuania! I just can’t! My people want to fight. My people want uprising, and so I! We’ll kick out Nazis from Warsaw and then greet Russia. The war is going to end soon and Germany is clearly losing. It could work! Like, totally!”

   “Poland, please don’t do this. It will bring more damages than benefits.”

   These pure, green eyes were full of happiness.

   “I can’t. I must fight. And I’ll never surrender.”

   These eyes are now looking at me with a weary look. Something is hiding in them - fear? I can’t tell.

   His green uniform is now covered in red stains. Is it his blood or somebody else’s? It’s impossible to tell; he was dragging injured people from the gunshots, so it would be normal for him to be in blood.

   “Hey, Lithuania…”

   “Hm?”

   “Don’t go.”

   I’m not fighting in this uprising, just observing. And I saw too much: too many kids fighting as soldiers, too many men believing in victory.

   Now there isn’t anything, even hope.

   “I won’t go. It’s only thing I can do.”

   “What if some of Germany’s soldiers capture you?”

   “They can’t kill me, now I’m under the supervision of Russia.”

   “True.” Poland smiled to me and coughed. “You’ll be safe. Good for you.”

   “Maybe.” Moment of silence. “You are not going to die, do you?”

   “I’m way too stubborn for this, Liet.”

   I could hear gunshots and screams. More and more people are dying.

   “Liet?”

   “What?”

   “I’m scared.”

   “I know.”

   “I don’t want to die… Not that easily. And now it looks like I failed again, huh.”

   “You didn’t. For me this all has a reason.”

   “And this reason was worth it? Worth destroying all city and nearly killing all people there - civilians and soldiers?”

   “Yes. Because you will be remembered as a rising phoenix, over and over again.”

   The gunshots moved closer; the soldiers must have been fighting in next street.

   Poland looked at me with a his usual, careless smile, that clearly didn’t suit the situation.

   “Looks like you should go.”

   “I don’t want, Poland.”

   “You should go. Please. I don’t want to see how you get hurt because of me.”

   I nodded. In fact, I didn’t want to left Poland here, but the shoots were reminding me: it’s not a game. It’s not like I can do what I want: I had my people. Going with Poland and watching the uprising was way too dangerous, but I did it. Now it was time to work for myself. Run for myself.

   When I crossed next street, I hearted a scream, then shoots.

   And then… silence.

   Silence means that there is no one left to scream.