[ TW : PTSD attack (flashbacks?), Ww2 mentions. ]

All it would take is one mistake and everything comes crashing down.

Poland was having a good day, nothing out of the ordinary. He decided he could take a day off of work since it has been stressing him out a bit recently. It seemed like a great time to water his little garden for a bit and make sure none of his plants are dying.

Poland began tending to his plants, though one of them seemed like it wasn't getting enough sun, so he decided to move it. This wasn't a small plant, so the pot was a bit heavy, especially since there's so much soil in there. His grip slipped on one of the sides of the pot, and it went crashing to the ground. Shattering the pot into many pieces, spilling soil everywhere, it made a very loud noise.

Poland hated loud noises. After all the hell he went through back then, when something made a loud sound-- for example something breaking-- it was hard not to think about all that. Poland also hated making mistakes, because any small mistake would get you k¡lled in the camps.

He tried to hold back tears, but it grew impossible as he dropped to sit on the floor.