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[niepokonany]

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]

[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...

[niepokonany]

...like, us?!

[He is not sure how to handle this, and, as is often the case, that means he's going to be a flaily dork about it. He'd try to play it cool, but isn't even really sure how in this circumstance.]

You don't mean--

Ok, I'm gonna stop him there.

[niepokonany]

...You do. You--oh, my God. Ohhhhh my god, like for real?!

[HOW DOES HE EVEN FEEL ABOUT THIS? He does love Chopin, quite a lot, but--but it's not like that! At least, not so far? And what about Lithuania? That shit is complicated enough, especially since the Partitions. What... What does he even think?!]

I'm dying of laughter just so you know.

[magicmaestro]

[Oh dear, he probably shouldn't have told him... This wasn't good. He obviously upset poor Poland and he doesn't want to make it worse.]

I wouldn't lie about something this serious, Feliks. Please don't feel like you have an obligation to me though, I don't wish to make you more upset than you already are.

I aim to please!

[niepokonany]

Hahaha, ohmigod, me? I'm totally not like upset or some weird junk like that! I mean like why would I be, right? It's like, like, it's not like I'd be the first nation to shack up with a human--maybe France doesn't count, actually, he's France, but like somebody else probably has too I guess, and--and, like, I mean, I'm kind of amazing so duh, of course you like me--I mean sure, I'm kind of surprised or whatever I guess, but not freaked out or anything, seriously!

[Yes, a flawless and compelling assertion if ever there was one. The nervous laughing really helps sell it!]

[magicmaestro]

[He can tell right away that Poland is nervous and lets out a sigh.]

I tell from your voice that you're nervous, Feliks. I'm deeply sorry, I shouldn't have told you about it. I only made things worse and possibly awkward, haven't I?

[niepokonany]

[Damn, just call him on his obvious bullshit, why don't you? He deflates a little, nervousness taking over in earnest where bravado can't carry him anymore. Damn you and your listening skills!]

No, it's like--it's not like, your fault or anything? I just...

[He's just a lot more used to pretty dresses and meaningless flirting than he is to even really thinking about actually being in that kind of relationship, with his ex(?)-partner as the obvious exception.]

[magicmaestro]

[He is a composer, he needs good listening skills. Plus he's been around enough people to read them well.]

You don't need to say anymore, Feliks. I don't blame you for how you're feeling either. However I do want to say that you mean more to me than simply being my nation, I care about you as a person.

[niepokonany]

[What do you say to that? "Thanks"? "Oh, okay, cool"? Feliks isn't really good with unfamiliar social situations, and he has no idea how to react. It would be a lot easier if he could get away with playing flippant, but Chopin's not letting him... He plays with his hair, having trouble making eye contact, always sort of transparent when he's feeling awkward.]

I... You know, like...

You know, I'm like super hungry all of a sudden! Aren't you? I totally am, where's the food and junk around here?

[Operation: Honestly Address Feelings -- SMASHING SUCCESS.]