reckless_eagle: (Hail Mary full of Grace...)
[All right, so no matter what the future has to say about whether or not it's sinful to be in love with someone of the same sex, Poland is pretty damn sure that it's not ever okay to be married and all... chasing after someone else!]

[And it's not just the Catholicism hitting him with guilt, this time. The way Liet looked at him--he's been there, a million times over all the years, and for some reason... The one time Liet wanted his attention and faithfulness, it wasn't there. The one time Liet's ever felt what he feels all the time, he couldn't be there for him.]

[So he's out in the stables--that is, where he goes for privacy-- kneeling on a low stool in the corner with his rosary in hand. Just because there are no priests here doesn't mean he can't pray, or that he won't, whether for routine or for comfort.]


--quia peccávi nimis cogitatióne, verbo, ópere et omissióne:
mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa.
Ideo precor beátam Maríam semper Vírginem,
omnes Angelos et Sanctos, et vos, fratres
...

((OOC: Shit, son, the Latin usage just gets more gratuitous (and Google Translate-based on at least one end) from here :D ))
reckless_eagle: (I think so Brain)
[Someone hasn't been seen around much lately.]

[As a matter of fact, around the twelfth of August, he fell completely out of contact with everyone. He hasn't been seen outside of his room... which hasn't been empty, but it's been locked, with no response from inside.]

[Someone hasn't been taking the disappearance of his husband very well.]

[But it's gotten loud enough outside that Poland has finally decided to make a little bit of contact with everyone else, even if he's not sure he's ready to actually leave his room. He's dressed in his nightgown, which makes him look a little like an angel in a Christmas pageant, his hair messier than he'd normally allow it to be seen. He looks... skinny. Not just youthfully slim like usual, like he's been forgetting to eat.]


Um, like... Guys? What's even going on out there...?
reckless_eagle: (Beaten)
So I'm like, super not in the mood for a party right now. I totally think I'm gonna sit this one out, 'kays?

[He's just going to stay home, take care of his husband, and guard him with his life.]

[And try not to die again. God.]

[OOC: Yeaaaah, I know we're still backdating the mirror shenanigans, but those are all supposed to happen in the first day or two that the mirrors were around, so. He's back to life, not that he's let anybody know about the dying in the first place, besides Liet.]
reckless_eagle: (You wanna fight? Let's go.)
Cut for length! )
[Poland stares, his mouth opening soundlessly a few times before he manages to say anything.] God. Like... who would even do this? It's seriously uncool!


["Someone who really hates you" is the feeling that is slowly starting to form inside Lithuania's chest, but he won't say that and just shake his head, setting the armor down and trying to save what of the clothes there is to save]


[The room feels bigger, colder, emptier than usual, and Poland seems almost to shrink for a moment. Then he notices the camera light blinking and marches over to the camera, putting his hands on his hips.] Okay, this? Is like, majorly not okay! Seriously, did one of you guys do it or something?
reckless_eagle: (That one stung)
[Loud, panicked whinnying is heard as the communicator turns on. At first, all that can be seen is a rough, earthen floor, but then slim, bloody fingers turn it over carefully.]

[Poland's a bit of a mess. There's dirt, gravel, and blood in his hair, and he's bleeding from his neck enough to make him pale and somewhat disoriented.]

Guys...? [He pauses. It's apparently pretty hard to talk with a neck wound.] ...Masked man. Like. Be careful.

[He trails off, staring into the middle distance for a few moments, evidently just spacing out.]

...Need help with the horses. They won't calm down.

[Miserably:] Liet's gonna worry.
reckless_eagle: (Take these broken wings and learn to fly)
[The young nation is seated on the counter in the kitchen, with a corked bottle and a small glass.]

So like, I know people disappear all the time, but it defs seems like it's happened a lot lately. Maybe it's just, like, all the earlier ones catching up with me...

It's totally not just me, right? I think most of us, besides maybe the people who just got here, miss someone we knew here now and then. So, like... let's have a party! Like, right now! For the people who are gone, I mean. Nothing big or fancy, nothing that we'll have to prepare for, just like, hanging out and toasting our friends and talking about them. I call first toast, and I've got a few more I wanna make after that, but it's fair game for anybody. So like, come down and hang out for a while. If not for me, then like, for Wolfram and Pakistan and Lawr and Ritsuka and America and whoever you know who's gone.

It'll be awesome. We'll get mega-drunk, and like, talk about how awesome our friends are and do dumb shit. 'Kay? I'll totally see you here.
reckless_eagle: (Shy mode activate!)
...So, like. We've totally been here a year now.

Gawd, how weird is that?

No offense to the people here, but I totally wanna see my people again.
reckless_eagle: (Shy mode activate!)
Ha!

[Poland grins at the camera]

Ohhh, I so called it~ Like, who's crazy now?

[LOCKED FROM LIET]

So, um, I think that last event was pretty hard on Liet and I wanna cheer him up... can anyone like, help me come up with ideas for that? I'm not... really good at, um... yeah.
reckless_eagle: (Smile like you mean it)
[Poland's smile is a little bit forced this time around, but it stays up well enough. He's in his room, dressed like a little prince out of an effort to calm himself down and cheer himself up.]

Hey! So like, does anyone wanna hang out? It's just, it's like, it's been a wicked long time since I've chilled with some of you, and yeah. Let me know, ok? We can like, play dress-up or go riding or just hang and talk or whatever, just... let me know?

Oh. And, um, has anyone seen Liet? [A slight pause, as he remembers that not everyone here knows Lithuania by his nickname, and most of them don't.] Lithuania, I mean. I like, totes haven't seen him since the event, and we said we wouldn't do that whole lame avoiding-each-other-because-of-an-awkward-event thing again, so like, it's starting to wig me out a bit that he hasn't come home yet.

So like, tell me if you've seen him, 'kay? Or if you want to hang.

[He waves a little, then ends the recording.]
reckless_eagle: (Blood and tears)
[Poland turns on the video feed from behind a barricaded door, sword in hand. His clothing is heavily damaged, and bloodstained in places; it's difficult to tell what's his and what isn't. Still, he seems fairly calm and determined, sword in hand and eyes on the entrance.]

Like, where is everyone? We should totes try to get people together so we can defend whoever can't figh--

[Just then, the door breaks down. For an instant, his eyes harden and his stance grows defensive; then he sees something, and his eyes go wide.]

...Jadwiga? Oh, Mother of God...
reckless_eagle: (Waiting on some beautiful boy)
[Someone's been avoiding everyone the mansion in a fit of awkward and angst since the mirrors showed up!]

[There's really just too much for Poland to deal with right now. His friend-breakup with Elaine, his encounter with Mirror Lithuania, the knowledge that Mirror Poland was free to scare Aang and hurt Nai and maybe do bad things to his other friends... He's curled up underneath his cloak in a corner of the overgrown garden at the edge of the forest, where he's been hiding out today.]

[The knowledge that his memories were able to disrupt the Mansion itself helps him, gives him hope, makes him feel more powerful. But...]


...I like, can't believe I forgot about them. I just... forgot. My own people... A nation totally shouldn't...

Gawd, this is lame.


Um. Is everyone like, okay and stuff? Apparently my mirror was a mega-bitch to some of you, so like. Uh. Yeah. Everybody cool?
reckless_eagle: (And sometimes you close your eyes)
[Poland is sleeping in a random room with the door barricaded, as he has been for a lot of the time since his return to the normal side of the mirrors. There's still a lot that he doesn't remember, though it's been coming back to him in bits and pieces. Plus, he's worn out from his ordeal with the Queen, and bummed about his encounter with Mirror Elaine, and he's probably hiding from Mirror Lithuania by this point, and he doesn't even know half the shit Mirror Poland got up to and he's already sick of it.]

[The camera gives a clear view of his face. His sleep is fitful, and he seems to have tangled himself up in the blankets as he struggles against some unseen trouble. Every so often, a little wisp of memory will circle the room, enter into him, and disappear. He seems to be sleep-talking, too, though rather predictably, none of it's in a language that anyone but he and Liet are likely to understand.]

[He wakes suddenly, with a look of loss and longing on his face. For a few seconds, he looks around almost frantically for the things in his dreams, only to have his face fall when he realizes they're nowhere to be found. Confused and overwhelmed, he buries his head in the pillow and sighs.]
reckless_eagle: ('Tis but a flesh wound)
[Poland has built a trebuchet.]

[I'll repeat that, to let it sink in.]

[Poland has built a freaking trebuchet. In the foyer by the main entrance.]

[For the first two nights, he more or less kept his grip on things. But he is tired. He is unsettled by all that screaming. And, between arguing with like half of his friends, the Major being the Major, not being able to find Ryohei's sister, and Elaine blowing up, by nightfall this time, he simply didn't have the sort of mental strength left to resist the paranoia.]

[If he were thinking straight, he'd recognize that more or less everyone has tried and failed to bust out of here in the past few nights. But... he can't. All he can think is that everything is being lame, and he needs to get out now.]

[So he's been pulling heavy things out of the closet in the nearest room, wheeling them over in a cart, and flinging them at the veil with a gorram trebuchet.]

[It's not working. And after growing more and more frustrated and freaked out thanks to the absurd levels of stress, he's forced to take a break so he can move the pile of assorted heavy things that's accumulated in front of the totally unharmed veil from his failed attempts. Because they're getting in the way.]

[He slumps down next to what appears to be the engine of a car (not that he recognizes it), beginning to pound his bare fists against the veil.]

Let me out. LET ME OUT!
reckless_eagle: (Blood and tears)
[One of the hall cameras turns on as Poland is walking past, looking more than a little off balance and frightened. All of a sudden, he stops dead, a look of shock, pain, and dread on his face as he clutches at his stomach.]

No. Oh, God, no...!

[He sinks to the ground, curling up around himself and trembling visibly. After a moment, the camera picks up the muffled sound of weeping, and a few words repeating over and over: Kyrie eleison, Christie eleison, Kyrie eleison...]

[OOC: Pretty much, the Major got him alone by convincing him that Liet used pagan magic to seduce him, then gave him beer with hardcore hallucinogens in and used suggestion to make him think he was, uh, being raped by demons. Demons who can get men pregnant with hellspawn that will tear their way out of his belly. Because the Major is a BASTARD like that. Oh, and the hallucinogens have a side effect of stomach cramps. So, uh, yeah. He's... pretty freaked out and traumatized.]
reckless_eagle: ([Liet 7])
[So, if your character is friends with Poland, they might notice that he hasn't been speaking to them since the event ended.]

[That includes everyone. Yes, even Liet. Poland is so thoroughly embarrassed about everything he did under the influence of the event--including but not limited to crushing on Korea, agreeing to marry Wolfram, hitting Pakistan, weeping girlishly on pretty much everyone he knows, and (most crucially, he feels) losing his first kiss to someone he isn't into, then failing to recognize Liet and confessing his feelings to him while he thought he was a stranger--that he really can't deal with anyone yet.]

[He... He just doesn't even.]

[So as soon as he regained his sanity, he scurried off to a room about as far from his and Liet's room as possible, and barricaded himself inside. He hasn't been responding to network posts, and until now, he hasn't so much as set foot outside of the room.]

[Unfortunately, his "pretend I don't exist" plan is not flawless. He can't stay in there forever. After all, the horses need feeding!]

[...Oh, and so does Poland. So, late at night, he sneeeeeaks out of the room and down the stairs, to take care of the horses and grab food for the next day. He just hopes no one will see him... Ruin that hope for him, plz?]
reckless_eagle: (Holding me like someone broken)
[Remember how Poland was all emo over boy stuff yesterday?]

[It got worse.]


[DISCONSOLATE WEEPING.]

[Also, he's doing his weeping in a ludicrously well-furnished bedroom, in a mildly skanktastic nightgown and an almost-sheer robe. Because that's how it's done in the soaps, y'all :|b]
reckless_eagle: (And sometimes you close your eyes)
[It's time for an obligatory angsting-about-life-all-alone-on-the-beach scene!]

[Poland looks out at the stars, the cool night air whipping his hair around his face, and sighs.]

I like, wonder... when it all got so complicated...

[Further mournful staring into the distance!]
reckless_eagle: (I can never find the words)
[Filtered to Wolfram, Hackable] )

[OOC: He's apologizing for ending an argument over whether or not he should confess to Liet by, uh, pointing out that Wolfram's love life is just as painfully unfulfilling as his own. Basically, what happened with the recording is that he set the filter for Wolfram, but didn't realize he was already recording. Because 1410!Poland is so far from understanding modern technology that he's only mostly convinced that the communicators aren't the work of faeries or witches \o/ He's just saying, it would explain a lot about their mischievous tendencies...]
reckless_eagle: (Girls will be boys)
[This entry is locked to those who Poland considers a)friends, and b)people he can talk to about Boy Problems. Liet, since Boy Problems are always his fault, is not included. People like, say, Gokudera, who he likes but doesn't really think would be terribly sympathetic, are also not included. Definitely included are Hungary, Wolfram, Nitori, Elaine, Aerith, America... if you think your character might be included, go ahead and assume they are.]

[Also, if your character can hack at all, they can access this.]


Hey.

I like, seriously don't wanna hang out here with Liet right now... can I come chill with someone else for a while?

[He hesitates awkwardly for a moment, then shuts off the recording.]
reckless_eagle: (My day has been super-lame)
[Poland is sitting in his and Lithuania's bed, with his sword lain to one side of him and Lithuania still knocked out on the other side. He looks exhausted; it's more than likely that he hasn't slept since Liet was brought back to the room.]

Could someone, like, bring me some food or something? I'm way hungry, but I totally can't go to the kitchen myself right now...

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