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Secrecy and Deception Chapter 21

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Event: The Creation of the Warsaw Pact

Location: Warsaw, Polish People's Republic

Date: May 14, 1955

Kazimiera was nervous about the idea of the Treaty of Friendship, Cooperation and Mutual Assistance. She knew all the reasons that had been given for it, of course, the integration of West Germany into NATO, the USSR’s failure to join NATO himself, and the fear that the power of the West might be turned against him.

He wasn’t the only one, as Czecksolvakia’s leaders had already made a security pact with Poland and East Germany. But this was different. This was the USSR doing this, the USSR, who already had an armed presence in her country and political control and domination.

She had been trying her best to protect Poland from as much of it as she could, but some days, it seemed like an impossible task, with the USSR’s noose tightening around them.

“Poland thinks that he’ll be pulled into control when the Warsaw Treaty Organization is born,” Lechosław added, having moved closer to Kazimiera from where he had been in their mind’s world talking to Poland.

“Wioletta and Kazimiera can keep him away. They’ve done it before when the USSR tries to control him,” Kazmiera’s best friend, Piotr, said, sounding more confident than Kazmiera felt. She often tried to keep Poland away from control of their body when the USSR was around, as that man always seemed to do his best to destroy any sense of self Poland had. They learned long ago that it was better to pretend they loved their so-called Father and let the resentment grow.

“I’m just worried for him. We all know this is going to be used as another way to control us, and…Poland is worried,” Lechosław said. Kazmiera could practically hear him shaking his head.

“He has every right to be, but now is not the time,” she murmured, an expert in keeping her voice low and quiet as the USSR’s puppets began to enter the room. Beside Kazmiera, with a seat between them, East Germany sat down, dark bags drooping under her eyes. As East Germany and Poland were the only ones who were USSR’s biological kids, he always made them side beside him.

Kazmiera supposed it was because USSR thought they were the ones that were easiest to control, less likely to snap free and hurt him. Even with East Germany’s uprising, Kazmiera knew how the countryhuman herself had quickly been neutralized by marital law.

Alongside them, Albania, Bulgaria, Czechoslovakia, Hungary, and Romania were also in attendance to sign the treaty. USSR was late.

That didn’t surprise Kazmiera.

Despite that, the room was silent. No one was making any small talk, and a tense fear filled the room. East Germany just stared ahead tiredly, looking as if she might fall asleep at any moment. Albania’s arms were crossed, and he looked particularly pissed off. He was probably the most stubborn country here, which is why he was on the opposite side of the table from the USSR. 

Beside him was Hungary, who was just staring at the table, not looking up at anyone. Romania was beside him, squeezing her hands as she stared at the door. Bulgaria stared ahead. There was nothing on his face. Czechoslovakia just seemed tired and defeated.

“Most of them were someone before this,” Wioletta said, something sad in her voice.

Most of them were not here of their own free will. But the idea of free will had been a fleeting notion for a while. Maybe most of them wouldn’t have minded being communist if being communist didn’t come with the price of being under the USSR’s control.

Poland hated being a country in general, though, believing himself to be an imposter created by the USSR and not a real countryhuman due to the survival of his only father, in Kazmiera’s opinion. As long as the Polish government in exile lived, Poland would probably never see himself as more than a puppet.

“It doesn’t help that that is what he was born as. I blame the USSR for this. He has gotten better about it, however,” Lechosław added. Kazmiera then startled as a hand was placed on her head, looking up to see that the USSR had entered.

“Good morning, Father,” she said, careful to keep her voice pleasant, “Welcome to Warsaw.”

“Thank you, my son. I am sorry to have kept you all waiting. I have been busy. Now, I suppose you all have things to get back to. The West’s actions have been worrying us all,” USSR said, taking his seat and signing the treaty. The tension in the room shifted, less fear and nervousness and more of a growing sense of… something.

“Probably a country thing,” Piotr muttered, sounding nervous as USSR passed the treaty to Kazmiera. She sighed slowly, doing her best to mimic Poland’s handwriting, nervousness running through her. As soon as she signed the last ‘a,’ she felt Poland brush against her but not take control.

The power in the air grew stronger.

“I told you he would pull me up,” Poland muttered, sounding defeated.

“It’s okay. Kazmiera is still in control, and you are safe,” Lechosław said as Kazmiera passed the treaty to Bulgaria.

“I might be pulled into control when they’re born,” Poland said, something sad in his voice.

“Isn’t this wonderful? We can affair our desire for the establishment of a system of European security that is based on European participation and not on political systems,” USSR said.

“But we all have the same political system?” Albania asked as he sighed, a faux confusion in his voice. USSR scowled, and Albania’s hand spasmed as he quickly lifted it from the paper. “Apologies, Father. I just wanted to ask.”

“He is going to get hurt,” Wioletta commented. Piotr snorted.

“I don’t think he cares.”

“More will join us someday. They are just trapped in the American-controlled NATO system right now,” USSR insisted. Albania wisely kept his mouth shut.

“Kazmiera, I know you are protecting me, but I think now I need to take control. East Germany is about to sign,” Poland said. Kazmiera didn’t want to, but she relented, sliding away and letting her country take control.

Then, she watched as East Germany sighed, and the Warsaw Pact was born.

“So, the USSR is definitely not going to let Poland have any sort of custody over his kid, right?” Piotr asked.

“He’ll give him enough to keep up any facades,” Lechosław said, fiddling with his hands as they watched the meeting end. Poland barely got time to speak to his daughter before the USSR dragged her away to “meet the politicians running her.”

Kazmiera felt sick. But there was very little she could do.

• ───────────────── •

Event: Poznań June

Location: Warsaw, Polish People's Republic

Date: June 29, 1956

Poland was worried. He was worried about the protests in Poznań, about what his Father’s reaction to them would be, and what would happen to him if he did not get them under control. He had wanted to go to Poznań when he first heard about them, to see if he could resolve things quickly, but his government had quickly shut that idea down, banning Poland from leaving the city.

“They don’t want to lose control of you. Whatever is happening there, maybe they think you’ll support it?” Ryszard asked, his voice gentle. Poland didn’t know. He knew Soviet officers were going to Poznań to help with the situation, but all he was left to do was worry and pace.

“Will this end up like with what happened to East Germany?” Kazimiera asked. Piotr sighed.

“I hope not. We have enough going out without having to worry about martial law,” he said. Poland shuttered slightly at those words, remembering the times that he—

“Let’s not worry about that, Poland,” Ryszard said, cutting off Poland’s line of thought. Poland nodded before he began pacing around his room, feeling so much like a caged animal. Suddenly, he heard the sound of his door opening, and Poland turned to it, questions on his tongue.

Questions that quickly died when he saw who was standing there.

“Fa—Father.” He stammered out in nervous Russian, “Are you here because of the protests in Poznań?”

“Of course he would come,” Piotr said, anger in his voice.

“We knew it might happen, with what happened in East Germany and how he was there for that,” Ryszard pointed out.

“Of course I am. I wanted to make sure you were safe, and I was so happy to learn that your government has kept you in Warsaw,” Father said, his voice…his voice full of a strange emotion that made Poland panic and shrink in on himself.

“And I’m sure that’s the only reason. Not that you are afraid of losing control of us or anything!” Kazimiera exclaimed.

“They haven’t told me what has been happening in Poznań. Do you know anything?” Poland asked.

“He’s just going to lie,” Ryszard said. Poland knew that, but his father always based his lies on a glimmer of truth to make them more effective. Poland could probably figure out the truth from his lies.

“These protestors are being led by German provocateurs who are attempting to tarnish your reputation during the Poznań International Fair. But there is no need to worry. My people have everything under control. We will not let you end up like Germany, and we will not let America or anyone else from the West take advantage of you,” Father said. 

“I knew he was going to bring up East Germany,” Kazimiera hissed, and Poland shrank in on himself further at her anger. “I’m not mad at you, Poland.”

“What are the things they are claiming to be protesting about? If these ‘provocateurs’ are trying to pretend to be Polish, then they must have a reason,” Poland asked. It was a risky question, but it was the only thing he could think of to learn a little more, a little bit of the truth.

But Poland didn’t get an answer. His father just sighed, and По́льша felt his father’s power crash into him.

“That’s not important. It’s nothing that you need to worry about because it’s not important to know what is happening,” Father said. По́льша nodded dimly. His father was right. He didn’t need to worry about that.

“Poland! Snap out of it!” a distant voice echoed from inside his head, causing a great pounding in his skull. По́льша groaned, and his father frowned.

“What is wrong?”

“My head hurts,” По́льша said simply. Father sighed.

“It will go away once we take care of these people. Do you trust me to do that?” Father asked, По́льша nodded.

“Of course I do,” he said. Father smiled.

“Good.”

• ───────────────── •

Event: Egypt takes control of Suez Canal

Location: Cairo, Arab Republic of Egypt

Date: July 26, 1956

Egypt was taking a day to herself. She knew as soon as President Nasser declared that the British and French company that has controlled the Suez Canal since its construction said countries involved in the company would be doing everything they could to get in contact with her and subsequently yell at her about it.

It’s not like it was her decision.

Even if Egypt did support it.

This was supposed to be a period of decolonization, and yet Egypt was not allowed to control the Suez Canal, the canal that ran through her country? Of course, she was going to nationalize it. This would be huge for her country’s economy. 

Britain and France have controlled the Suez Canal since they built it. They were wealthy nations, and they didn’t need the canal. Besides, President Nasser promised to compensate them for the company's loss to ensure that there was no lingering animosity.

Knowing them, Egypt wasn’t sure how much that would help.

Egypt knew that wouldn’t stop them from pretending like they needed the canal to survive, from pretending that this was some great affront to them. She knew they would not be afraid to overthrow her government if they deemed it necessary to keep control.

She hoped they wouldn’t go that far, that things could be resolved peacefully with all three of them speaking for themselves and no one being left out of the solution-making process.

But there was nothing to be done about it now. For now, all Egypt could do was soothe her anxiety and wait for the inevitable storm.

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Successor (Wattpad | Ao3)

Bonus Scene from Secrecy and Deception

It had finally happened. The communist government was gone, and Poland was no longer controlled by the Soviet Union. Most importantly, his father could come home.

After so long, his father, the Polish Government-in-Exile, the Republic of Poland, was finally home.

Poland finally got to see him again without having to be secretive about it or hide the fact that they were talking.

It was an amazing feeling.

“What should I do now?” Poland asked his father, who smiled at him.

“What do you think is best for your people?” he answered. Poland shook his head, not meaning to get an answer like that.

“No-Ojciec-what should I do…I…” Poland tried to explain what he meant. What should he do now that he was going to die, die to let the real Poland take his place?

“Polska, you are completely free now. You don’t have to ask for my permission to do things. You can do what you think is best.” Poland was so frustrated by his father’s lack of understanding. Poland needed to be told what to do so he didn’t mess anything up for his father when he returned to his proper place as Poland.

“But…now that the communist government is gone, you’ll be coming back to take your rightful place as Poland and I-“ Poland was cut off by his father as he began speaking.

“I’m not Poland anymore,” His father said, causing Poland to jerk his head up in shock. Words spilled out of his mouth without much thought.

“But—but you have to be! You were Poland before Soviet Union and Third Reich took over and ruined everything. I was just born to be Soviet Union’s puppet, his toy. I didn’t even know how to speak on my own. I wasn’t meant to be a person or a personification of an independent country. That was supposed to be you and—” Poland was cut off by his father pulling him into a hug.

“I was Poland. But now I am passing that mantle onto you,” he whispered. Poland began crying softly and gripped his father tightly.

“But I don’t—” Poland began before his father cut him off.

“Don’t you dare say you don’t deserve this, Polska. You do—more than anyone. You deserve to live without being under the control of others. I got that chance. Now I want you to have it,” His father said, causing Poland’s tears to come faster and harder.

“But what if I fault your people because I’m too much of a mindless follo—”

“Polska, you are many things, but a mindless follower is not one of them,” His father said. Poland nodded hesitantly before burying his face in his father’s shoulder.

“Not anymore. But I…” Poland started, unable to express his feelings.

“The circumstances of your birth don’t define you now, okay Polska? You are far more than a puppet or a satellite.” His father said, his fingers starting to trace shapes on Poland’s back, right between his wings. 

Poland relaxed at that, the motions calming him. 

“But…Ojciec, I don’t know how to be a person. All my life, I’ve been someone whose strings have been pulled by others and…I don’t know if I even understand how to remove the strings and move, live completely on my own, with my own free will.” Poland said, his eyes closing. 

Poland was so tired. Maybe this was because he was going to die soon, finally be free of the pain and suffering of life, leaving behind his father, the countryhuman that the Polish people deserved.

“You will do wonderfully, Polska. You are strong, and I know you can get through this,” his father said. Poland thought he was squeezing his father as hard as he could, but he was still not ready to leave him, not after the short time they had together.

“You have so much faith…” Poland muttered, his eyes opening.

“And none of it is misplaced.” He said. 

“You have so much faith….” Poland muttered again, his voice tired.

“Let’s talk about this tomorrow, Polska. It’s getting late.” Poland’s body went limp in his father’s arms, and he nodded.

“Okay, Ojciec. We can talk about this tomorrow.” Poland muttered. He felt his father press a kiss on his forehead, and he smiled.

“Polska, I need you to move as well,” Ojciec said, his voice amused. Poland groaned and reluctantly pulled away before walking to the bed and pulling off the covers. He kicked off his shoes and went to lie down, his father following his example.

“Good night, Ojciec,” Poland muttered. He felt his father pull him into a hug.

“Good night, Polska. I love you,” he said, his heartbeat lulling Poland to sleep. Poland returned the hug, wrapped his body around his father’s, closed his eyes, and swiftly drifted off into sleep.

But unbeknownst to Poland, that night, the Government-in-Exile wakes up in extreme pain.

Unbeknownst to Poland, the Government-in-Exile kisses his forehead as a way to say goodbye.

Unbeknownst to Poland, the Government-in-Exile whispered one final goodbye.

And then the Government-in-Exile exhaled for the very last time.

And Poland woke up with his arms full of ash.

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