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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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[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.

[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...

[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.

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

...wait. Wait, like...

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

...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--

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...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?!]

[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.

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!]

[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?

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[He can tell this is awkward for Poland, so he decides to drop it and focus on helping him instead.]

Oh, I can lead you to some of the local restaurants. This way.

[And off to the place they go!]

[At the very least, Feliks is resilient. It doesn't take too long before he's brushed his moment of weakness aside, perking up as he takes in his new environs.]

Like, what do people eat around here, anyway? I mean, I know it's probably mega-gross compared to the stuff you've been having at France's place, but is it like okay and stuff? Are they feeding you enough?

[His inner Eastern European mom is always concerned about that when his people live with other nations. He's genuinely curious, too, as well, if in a sort of laid-back, lazy way.]

[He doesn't mind Poland worrying about him, it brings back warm memories from the times he was here before.]

There's a grocery store that has all types of food, ones I've never even seen before. Much is modern food that I generally don't eat. Typically I eat salads, fruits, vegetables, some meats, and tea. It was more than I ate in France to be perfectly honest.

[Poland tsks a little, ambling along the street at Chopin's side.]

That's totally no good, France should treat you better!

But it's good that you're eating here. You said you were feeling better, right? Like, compared to before you left my place? Are you eating more than then?

[Important questions! He does very much have a protective side, one that his people can bring out strongly from time to time.]

...So like, modern how? Like some kind of New World thing? America looked like he ate fine when I met him... I hear he's growing up super big these days, so I bet he totally does!

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1/Probably 4+?

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

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Ok, I'm gonna stop him there.

I'm dying of laughter just so you know.

I aim to please!

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