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[niepokonany]

Player Name: Ket
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Character Name: Poland
Character Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers

[ACTION:]

[Let's not mince words about it--there are a number of things about the situation he's found himself in that Poland is profoundly uncomfortable with, starting with being surrounded by strangers and going all the way on up to the whole 'made subject to a whole new foreign power' thing.]

[But Poland isn't prone to giving up or despairing. He's less an optimist than he is goddamn stubborn, though it would be easy for an onlooker to mix the two up. And he's as determined as ever to make the best of his circumstances, which for everything else they entail, at least feature a whole lot less of Russia and Prussia and Austria than they used to. Count your blessings, right? When you think about it, now he just has ONE oppressor to pretend to get along with and ultimately win his freedom from, right? Progress!]

[And so he's counting his blessings on the side of the road near the middle of town, humming the main line of a song a little tunelessly as he draws something on the side of a handmade flier. The flier reads:

Join the Polish Cavalry's Troops in Exile! Bitchin uniforms! Sweet ponies*!

*supplies of ponies might be kinda limited right now but we'll get more <3]

[...And that appears to be a crude drawing of himself on a pony, kicking a trio of men in the face. Truly, this is the subtle art of propaganda at it's best!]

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please excuse the sort of tl;dr

[magicmaestro]

[Frederic decided to take a walk that day when he spots a familiar blonde and stops in his tracks. Never mind that he quietly recognizes the tune he's humming as well. At first Frederic doesn't know what to think. This has to be a dream... It has to be. There's no way the world would bring him back, would they? He silently stands there watching Poland working until he takes slow steps forward. His mind slowly beginning to question if it is a dream after all or not. He also question if it truly the same Poland he's been longing for. His heart hoping he remembers everything between them, yet part of him does wonder if it's the same Poland as well. What if it wasn't? He won't know until he tries though.]

Polska? Is that truly you?

There is nothing to forgive.

[niepokonany]

[The humming peters out as he hears his name--his name, not his human name or anyone else's name for him, and damned well not "the Duchy of Warsaw." He turns, and his mouth opens a little bit in recognition. For all the millions of people who have been a part of him, there are some he can never forget. And of all those... He stands up, dropping his pen and paper, smiling warmly.]

Oh my God, Fryderyk? God, get out, what are you doing in a dump like this? How's France treating you?

[It's really good to see a familiar face, and that much more so for one of his best and brightest, who'd spent too long already away from his side.]

[magicmaestro]

[Frederic gets closer to Poland and wants to hug him, but stops himself. So he doesn't remember. But at the same time, that warm feeling of hearing Poland call him by his Polish name makes him smile. It felt so wonderful to hear it again.]

I'm sure you heard the news of my illness, Polska. Though do not worry as I've recovered quite well.

[His smile seems a little sad as he quiet for a moment now before speaking again.]

It's so wonderful to see you again.

[niepokonany]

[He's not the most perceptive of nations, but Poland does at least notice that something's on his mind. Then again, that's kind of normal for Chopin, as far as he can remember--and he doesn't really feel like dwelling on any of that negative stuff.]

[He claps him gently on the shoulder, not as hard as he'd likely do with someone... less consumptive, and gives him a small, slightly bittersweet smile.]

I'm glad. I'm super glad to hear you're doing well!

[It's honestly a big relief. It's hard on him to have so many of his people in exile, after all.]

[magicmaestro]

[He does dwell on the fact of possibly telling Poland that he was here before, but how would he react to it? Part of him wants to know. Yet another tells him it's not worth it to tell him, as it's quite clear this is another Poland.]

It has been too long since I last saw you. I'm deeply sorry for not returning.

[niepokonany]

[Of course he'd blame himself for that. Hell, Poland has heard it in his songs for years now, without the need for a single word written or spoken. And it's not as though he could hold something he had so little control over against him, is it? He's at times self-centered and irrational, but that would be just cruel. So he keeps smiling, and clasps Chopin in a brief embrace.]

Whatever, like I'd be mad about that! As if, seriously... You've gotta come home when you can, though, 'kay? After I get my place back, if you're feeling better!

[There's not an "if I get it back." It's always a "when", with Poland.]

[magicmaestro]

[When Poland embraces Frederic briefly, he returns it but holds onto him a bit tighter as if not wanting to let him go.]

I know what happens to you, Polska. No. Feliks. You see the truth is... [He sighs before calming himself to explain.] There was a time when you were here in this world before.

[niepokonany]

[And he starts at that, because as much as he respects and trusts Fryderyk, that's just... Not possible. He's forgotten so much more than any human has ever had time to know, and it's just not possible. He takes half a step back, shaken a little, unease displayed crystal clear on his face.]

I... I don't get it. That's not--I mean, I'd remember something this out there, for sure! I'd totally remember, like, the kidnapping and the wings and stuff!

[magicmaestro]

[Frederic puts his hands on Poland's shoulders and tries to comfort him as best as he can. Perhaps he was wrong to presume that this was a different Poland. After all, his own memories were fuzzy upon arriving to Luceti and it took him some time to remember everything. That might be the case for Poland too.]

It's all right, Feliks. Perhaps your memories will return in due time. Everyone who returns to Luceti has hazy memories at first and doesn't remember, myself included. I'm more than content to have you back regardless if your memories return or not.

[niepokonany]

[Poland shakes his head, a little comforted by Fryderyk's presence, but really not okay with this idea. Sure, other nations have taken everything he owned from him, beaten him senseless, even taken his partner from his side, but the things were just things, his body would heal, and he had to believe that Lithuania would be okay. His mind... His mind has always been safe, and this feels in a way like a new border being breached when he thought he had none left.]

What, so if they steal everybody's memories it's totally legit? This is way sketchy, and I'm not okay with it!

[He was happy enough to be away from all the obnoxious empires in Europe for a change, but at least they couldn't take his memories!]

[magicmaestro]

[Frederic continues to try comforting Poland. He could see this was hard on both of them, yet he tries to remain positive about it.]

It's only temporary, Feliks. And while I have heard stories of others never remembering at all, I'm certain that's not the case for you. We can talk about all the times we've shared together if you wish to see if those help jog your memory too.

[niepokonany]

[He can roll with an awful lot, but he can't bring himself to just accept this. He wants to demand that Fryderyk tell him everything, wants to find some way to fight back--he always finds some way, one way or another!--but something the pianist said makes him pause.]

Okay, like, hold everything--how long are you telling me you've been here?

[magicmaestro]

[Frederic isn't sure how to explain this, but he tries his best. Luceti is a very confusing world at best.]

I've been here multiple times for at least half a year or a year and a half. I've only recently returned again.

[niepokonany]

[Poland sits down heavily- sort of flops, really- next to his unfinished flier. He glances up, fingers playing idly with the grass.]

So like, how come you remember and I don't? What gives there?

[magicmaestro]

[He sits next to him and sighs.]

Some believe that another version of the person that may have been here before is the one we remember, yet another from a different world entirely can arrive with no recollection of their time here. From what I've heard, it's only speculation however.

[niepokonany]

[He frowns a little, feeling very lost and unsure of how to deal with this information. He's not too encumbered by sensibility, but this is a little much for him to take in.]

That's a total headache. Like, how does that even make any sense?

[crimsonblade]

[She spotted the strange young man doodling on a piece of paper. While she was used to Fayt occasionally putting together books during their travels, this.... This was worse than some of the drawing she'd seen Roger do. And that was saying something.]

That is a truly horrible picture. Please tell me that that is a joke.

[niepokonany]

[He looks up at her, flat, still in the midst of drawing a pink scarf on one of the flailing stick figures. It is a masterpiece, okay? Bask in it!]

Wow, harsh much? Don't hate just 'cause you're jealous of my crazy badass pony.

[crimsonblade]

[She leans over his shoulder to get a better look at the indistinguishable squiggles.] Is that what it is? I thought it was some sort of lizardman.

[niepokonany]

Oh, my god, as if. Like, when was the last time you saw a lizard man with a majestic mane like this, huh?

[Here, he'd better make it gaudier more majestic, just to prevent confusion!]

[crimsonblade]

[Nel tilts her head to look at the man for a moment.]

Did you mother drop you on your head a lot as a child?

[niepokonany]

Um, didn't have one? I mean, I still don't, but.

[He legitimately doesn't seem bothered by it. Some nations have families, but they're mostly kind of adopted sibling sorts of things, and it's not really a big deal for those who don't, not the way it would be for a human.

What's your damage, anyway? Ohmigod, wait, like let me guess... Okay, so there was some kind of way-crazy freak accident, right? Like, I don't know, a pelican attack or something. And it totally ate your sense of humor!

[crimsonblade]

[She has to blink. How does he not have a mother? Was he an orphan? That makes her frown until he opens his mouth again.]

There is nothing wrong with my sense of humor. I just fail to find you funny.

[niepokonany]

Definitely a problem. But, like, not mine, so whatever!

[He continues drawing, undeterred, scrawling a banner in the background.]

[crimsonblade]

[She's not the type to bang her head against brick walls, so she just watches him doodle on his hideous drawing before shaking her head and walking away. Hopefully, someone would take him in before he damaged himself or got possessed by the spirits of this village.]