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

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[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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[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?

[magicmaestro]

[He gives that some more thought and comes up with an idea.]

I've heard the theory of alternate realities and universes before. So perhaps that is what people mean.

[niepokonany]

So would that mean, like... Would that mean you're not the you I know?

[The wrongness of that idea hits home hard, and he finds himself staring at Fryderyk like he can somehow tell if he just looks hard enough.]

...You still love the piano, right? And you grew up at my place, at--at the house in Warszawa, after you moved from Mazowsze, and your first song was a Polonaise, and you loved my music, you listened to it in Warszawa and in the little towns, and you were totally brilliant, right? Just--just super amazing, everything you wrote, you were like nobody else, and... And you wanted to come back to me, but you had to go live at France's place instead, but you keep writing for me--that's like, the same, right?

[And, finally out of steam, he takes a deep breath.]

[magicmaestro]

[He remembers everything Poland says all too well, as if it was only yesterday some of those events happened.]

Yes it is, Polska. I'm still the same as you've always known me.

[He does bring up one thing though.]

Though I must confess. Where I am from, you're portrayed as a woman and not a man. Is that the same for you?

[niepokonany]

[And at that, Feliks just bursts into laughter. It's a little too hearty to be giggles, exactly, but still sort of high and bright.]

What, like, in poems and art and stuff? They do that to every nation--have you seen France all dolled up as Marianne? I think they're like, less weirded out by it that way or something.

Seriously, though, you wear a dress once or twice and everyone gets all confused!

[....Poland.]

[magicmaestro]

[He has seen Poland in a number of dresses before...]

Well I do admit you look rather beautiful in a dress.

[Oh, he said that out loud. Whoops. Cue him blushing brightly now.]

[niepokonany]

[Poland blushes a little, too, because as fierce as he knows he is, he doesn't get much positive reinforcement about it. He grins widely, though, pleased to hear it.]

Right? Liet just says I'm being weird and acts all embarrassed, usually, but I make it work! I mean, apparently everyone kinda bought it, right?

[magicmaestro]

[He smiles warmly at Poland before reaching to take hold of his hand.]

I don't see anything wrong with what you do, Feliks. And I'm sure you want to get settled in for the time being, so I'll ask my friend Helios if you can stay with us. The both of you are friends too, he'll be happy to see you again.

[niepokonany]

[It's not home. It's not his house, but God, is it ever comforting to see a familiar face, to have access to a place that might not be his, but at least isn't his enemies'. He squeezes Chopin's hand a little, not quite sure how to express the gratitude he feels, so just giving him a smile instead.]

Well, yeah--like, how can looking this good be bad, right? [He laughs, and then is quiet for a second.] I don't think I know him, but... He's cool with you?

[He can shelve his distrust of strangers for a bit, if Chopin trusts the guy.]

[magicmaestro]

[Having Poland holding his hand, it reminds him of what they used to have. The special moments they had during his last stay.]

As I said the both of you were friends, perhaps seeing him again will jog your memory.

[A small sigh before he realizes that perhaps he should tell him.]

Though there is one another thing I should tell you, Feliks. But I'm not sure how to explain it.

[niepokonany]

[He shrugs, pretty sure he's already been as shocked as he's going to be today.]

Just like, spit it out, right? It totally can't be that much crazier than my day's already been...

[magicmaestro]

[Well if Poland said he can take it, he might as well... Right?]

When you were here last time... The both of us... Well...

[His face turns a bright color of red.]

We were together and in love.

1/Probably 4+?

[niepokonany]

See, was that, like, such a huge--

[niepokonany]

...wait. Wait, like...

I lied, he's not remotely out of flails steam yet.

[niepokonany]

Wait, who's "we"? I mean, like...