Yes, another fic about the plane crash at Smolensk. When I've heard about it, I wanted to write my own Hetalia fanfic about this tragedy. It will be probably multi-chapter, because for sure this event will have some political repercutions. Besides, I want to show Poalnd's feelings and thoughts from different way.

Review?

Trigger point

It was normal Saturday morning. He woke up at nine am, just like he always does in weekend. And – as every morning – he brushed his teeth, ate cornflakes for breakfast, wore some random clothes and drank morning coffee. But that day was different, even though it began like any ordinary day. Around ten, when Feliks Łukasiewicz – known also as personification of Poland – was checking newspaper with TV program, his cell phone had started to ring. Unhurriedly Feliks put it up, since his call ID was showing his prime minister, Donald Tusk.

"Yes, mister prime minister?" Poland asked.

"Mister Łukasiewicz, something happened in Russia."

"What?" Feliks didn't like Tusk's voice. It sounded hesitating and really serious. Poland was ready for everything, but nothing could prepare him for the news he heard that morning from his own prime minister.

"The plane with our Katyń's delegation crashed. President Kaczyński, his wife and other passengers, alongside with plane's staff, are dead."

At first Feliks thought, it was just a joke. Kaczyński wasn't popular politician, for sure few people would happily announce about him being killed in plane crash, but no – Tusk was serious, so totally and deeply serious. And, alongside with president, died other, really important people – his first lady, his ombudsman, his four army leaders, also his former president on the exile and oppositionist from Poland's communist days Anna Walentynowicz. In one moment this Saturday stopped to be ordinary.

"How?" Was all Feliks could respond.

"I'm not quite sure, but from latest info I know that there was really dense fog and pilot was trying to land four times in Smolensk. The plane crashed on really high tree, and since the machine had already few damages, it gone down and started to burn. It seems that nobody survived."

"I see." Poland muttered. "Thank you, mister prime minister."

He hung up the phone. For a moment he was silent. He still hardly believed in what he just heard. He didn't know what to think. Kaczyński wasn't perfect boss, he had done many things that made his nation angry or ashamed, but… But Poland never wished him die. Also his wife – Maria – was really nice lady, she was intelligent and funny. It was so sad that on their mission to celebrate Katyń's massacre anniversary, they met so sudden death.

But he didn't cry yet.

Suddenly, in one moment, Feliks felt it. Mass attack of despair from families and friends of 97 victims of plane crash, whose had been abandoned by their loved ones. This pain was breaking his heart and made him shiver. He felt sorry for them. It was weird that he hadn't felt how his president and others were dying. Maybe it was because of this distance. He also wasn't feeling pain of Poles on immigration.

But he didn't cry yet.

Then some really horrible thought passed his mind and Feliks frowned. Death of president meant faster elections. According to his constitution, after 60 days since president's death. Now Poland wasn't confused, but insecure. He was worried that chaos could occur during those days. Well, his marshal will be doing president's duties, until elections, but what if something bad will happen? Feliks didn't want to know. The only thing he could focus on right now, is that his boss was killed.

But he didn't cry yet.

Few hours had passed, while he was just sitting in his flat and thinking about this whole situation. From time to time he was turning on the TV to watch the news. Soon it was confirmed that all the people on the plane was dead and that pilot, despite warnings about the weather, was trying to land, because of pressure from president. The flag on government building had been put down, to the half of the flag-pole, alongside with thin, black fillet. People started to gather at the gate to President's Palace and praying in the intention of those, who had been killed in the crash.

But Poland didn't cry yet.

Around afternoon his cities and regions began to phone to him. Cracow said that Zygmunt's Bell will ring, like after the death of king. Feliks thought it was quite good idea to do such symbolic act. The head of his state was dead after all. Soon also Russia rang to Poland, which was surprising for Feliks, especially since Ivan's voice was so calm and filled with concern.

"How are you, Poland?" He asked.

"I was shocked at first, but I'm trying not to break down." Feliks replied, didn't know why he was confessing to Ivan in the first place.

"I must say, I'm really sorry for you. Please accept my condolences." Russian seemed to be honest. Poland almost saw a smile of sympathy on this chubby face.

"Thanks, Russia. Bye."

Feliks was going to hang up, but he heard on the other side:

"Poland, wait! There is one more thing!"

"Yeah?" Feliks asked.

"My president established a special commission, which will investigate this case. I promise, you and your prime minister will find out about everything as soon as possible."

"Thanks, Ivan." Poland said, but his voice had no signs of gratefulness or happiness. It rather sounded like he was bored.

When he said 'goodbye' to Russia and hang up the phone, he just fell on the armchair, sinking in his thoughts again. It took place, while they were returning from Katyń. The plane crashed almost at the same place, where the victims of massacre was lying. It had to be fate that his highest military officers, his politicians and activists of Third Republic of Poland died near the grave of Polish elite of Second Republic. This time the laugh of History seemed to be exceptionally loud and cruel. It was an irony.

Feliks wasn't sad. Was it the first time that his boss died so suddenly? King Henry The Pious had been killed during battle under Legnica, president Narutowicz was assassinated by fanatic, general Władysław Sikorski died in the plane crash at Gibraltar, finally John Paul Second passed away only five years ago. His people are dying every day. On the highways, on the streets, in their own houses, in hospitals. Why this tragedy should be different?

But this crash really was different. It wasn't just one or two persons, it was whole president's delegation. The thing that his president was who he was, wasn't changing anything. After all it was first time in history that so many important for state people died in plane crash.

Poland still didn't cry.

There will be, for sure, some speculations that it wasn't accident. That it was good prepared assassination. For sure, Russia and Tusk will be suspected, because most of people on the plane was from opposition, even though they were also from the same party as the president. Few idiots probably will be accosting Israel or masonry.

All of sudden Feliks felt anger. First at his deceased president. Must Kaczyński go on those celebrations with all those people from his party and from government? Small delegation would be nice, but no! – he had to take them all to impress Putin! That idiot, moron, ignorant… that… that bastard! And why this damn pilot was trying to land, even though the control tower was forbidding him due to fog? And, of course, everybody was alarming about bad shape of Polish governmental airplanes, so those morons had to put there the representative of Polish state.

But he wasn't crying yet.

Soon another nations were calling to him with condolences.

"As this year's leader of EU, I want to say that tragedy of Polish nation is a tragedy of whole Europe." Spain said. "Losing boss in such brutal way… It must be horrible to you."

"I'm fine, I think. Thanks, Antonio."

"Today's match of Real Madrid will prelude the minutes of silence."

Germany next called.

"I want to say that your president was great man. Frau Merkel is deeply shocked. I imagine what you feel, I'm with you."

"Thank you, Ludwig."

Then called England.

"It must be the darkest day for you, Feliks. You've lost your boss in such horrible way. Please, accept condolences from me, my prime minister and my queen."

"Thanks, Arthur."

"We – I, fratello and prime minister Berlusconi – connect with you in bereavement. You are our friend, Feliks."

"Thanks, Feliciano. That's really awesome of you."

"My president was deeply shocked, when he had found out. He knew very well Herr Kaczyński and they were going to meet in Warsaw in may. I'm truly sorry for you, Feliks."

"I'm fine, Roderich, but thank you."

"Pologne, it's horrible what happened to you. You've lost not only president, but also a great politician. I'm sure Kaczyński was devoted to service to you. And all those people – your ministers and their surrogates…"

"Yeah, I suppose… Thank you, Francis."

"It's so un-awesome. You and Ivan tried so hard to get along and now this crash happened… All those people died in place when seventy years ago your elite had been massacred." America said. "Anyway, I'm with you, buddy. Kaczyński was great friend of America."

"Thanks, Alfred."

Also, Czech Republic, Hungary and Lithuania called, and even – which was surprising to Feliks – China and India, but all Poland's 'thank you' was monotone and lacked any enthusiasm. He was grateful that other nations were sending him condolences, but there was some strange numbness in him. Almost everyone was telling him that Kaczyński was a great patriot. In TV even an opposition was talking about him like about some hero. Yeah, yeah, Feliks knew… Talking bad about the deceased one is impropriate, but when Kaczyński was alive, they were ranting at him and treating like an ignorant, who don't know anything about politics (which, sadly, in many cases was true). Also many of those politicians, who were with them, hadn't the best reputation and wasn't very liked. And now they were dead… For sure few of those condolences of other politicians weren't honest.

But Poland wasn't crying yet.

He shifted himself from armchair, took his jacket and went out from the apartment. He had to take some fresh air and walk around. Suddenly whole his capital was dark and sad, and it wasn't because of late evening (it was twenty o'clock). His lags led him unconsciously to nearest church. When Feliks entered the sanctuary, he realized it was filled with people, who were humbly praying for souls of victims. The priest was holding rosary and saying a prayer "Zdrowaś Mario". Poland came closer and kneeled on the floor. He wasn't joining the pleas, he was just listening to them.

"Zdrowaś Mario, łaskiś pełna. Pan z tobą. Błogosławionaś ty między niewiastami i błogosławiony owoc żywota twojego Jezus. Święta Mario, matko boża. Módl się za nami grzesznymi, teraz i w godzinie śmierci naszej. Amen."[1]

After few minutes of hearing his countrymen's prayers, Poland stood up and decided to come to President's Palace. It took him only twenty minutes to get there, but the view was really stunning. At the gate to Palace was lying flowers, zniczes and pictures of victims. There was still people, who were coming and adding their lights or crying. Poles united in pain. Poles, who wasn't remembering the bad things about the deceased ones. Poles, who were now wearing black clothes. Just like after death of pope. Really touching view.

But he wasn't crying yet.

When he was coming back home and when he finally got into his own flat, he was recalling memories of his president. On and on. Like a broken disc. All his mistakes, his irrational acts, but also those rare things he had done good. Lech was always proud (sometimes too proud) of his past. Little knight of Round Table alongside with his twin brother. Sometimes it seemed that they both were overestimating their role in fall of communism in Poland. And how furious they were, when "Der Spiegel" compared them to two almost similar potatoes! Sometimes Kaczyński acted, like he was going to make revolution and become dictator. No matter what to say about him, Poland couldn't get bored with him. In his own, weird way Lech Kaczyński wanted only good for him.

But Feliks wasn't crying yet.

He was crying many times in his past, over even worse tragedies then this crash. Comparing death of 97 people to death of millions of Poles in wars, in concentration camps or in Katyń's massacre, it really wasn't something special. Yeah, sure, it was his people, and his president, but somehow Feliks couldn't shed even one tear. He – the personification of Poland – couldn't cry, even if most of Poles inside and outside his borders were sinking in despair.

He was worried and angry. He was sorry for the victims and their families, but he couldn't – or maybe he didn't want to – cry. He had to be strong. He always was strong with taking his martyrdom. One tragedy more won't change anything. He will be walking around in black clothes during whole next week, as he always does. Then he will return to normality, just like he always does after such accidents. He will be once again his cheery self.

He won't cry.

[1] Polish version of "Hail Mary".