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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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[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!