reckless_eagle: (I have so had it up to here!)
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Okay, like, you know what? Screw all this stuff about being losers or jocks or whatever! It's like, the people running around like they own the place, getting off on putting people down or whatever? They're the real losers, and if they think I'm gonna pretend they're half the hot shit they think they are, they've so got another thing coming!

[This, I believe, would be the other losers' cue to try and save him from his own big mouth, or the jocks' cue to visit on him the violence (apparently) due to a scrawny, mouthy little thing who doesn't always speak English or dress according to gender norms. Poland might be a loser, for this event, but he's never a quitter.]
reckless_eagle: (Ohmigod shut up)
[Poland is standing in the front hall, his cloak wrapped tight around him to hold off the chill and a look of extreme displeasure on his face.]

Like, what gives today? The door totally won't open, and neither will the windows! It's like, um, hello, the horses totally aren't gonna feed themselves out there!

I mean, I guess this weather isn't too weird--it's totes already the second week of Advent and all, can you believe that?--but come on!
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: (What do you mean married?!)
[Okay. Okay, so Dave has pretty much been... just sort of not noticing or ignoring his attention so far, he guesses? Which is lame, but he has another plan up his flower-covered, voluminous sleeve!]

So, like, I've been thinking! [Off to a good start, not looking too nervous yet...]

Okay, so last time I was here, I went, like, two years without any kind of boss, right, and it was super weird! And I'm totally an elective monarchy now--well, Liet and I are, but I think I still outvote him?--which means I basically get to pick whoever I want to rule, so, like... [Aaaaaand now comes the flustering! He stammers a couple of times, then finally manages to spit it out, blushing furiously.]

I-I totally want Dave to be my king!
reckless_eagle: ([Liet 12])
[When the feed comes on, you can hear a voice that sounds... vaguely familiar to those that remember Lithuania, though it sounds older, more settled into the pitch that it has than it was before. It also seems to be headed away from the microphone]

...don't remember ever having seen this place before. We must have taken the wrong turn somewhere - I just hope that we didn't manage to end up taking the entirely wrong directio- Poland? [A horse's snorting can be heard when the brunet makes his horse turn to look back at his partner who wasn't following him anymore.]

[Another voice answers him, one that sounds a little shaky. It's easily recognizable to a fair portion of the mansion, though it's a little bit lower than it used to be.] God. Liet, just like... wait a sec, okay? I think I might... No, I totally know where we are.

[There is a pause, and when Lithuania speaks again, he seems to be right next to Poland. There is a rustling of fabric - Lithuania laid one hand on Poland's arm. His voice sounds worried now.] Poland? What- are you all right?

Yeah! [A little too rushed, a little too emphatic. Nervous. He tries again.] Yeah, for sure, I just--It's like, been a really long time, and I'm just... like, remembering.

You were here before?

[The feed cuts off, but a few minutes later, the video turns on. Poland is a little less round in the face than before, but instantly recognizable.] ...Elaine? Nai? ...Gokudera? Like, is... is everyone still here? How long...

[[OOC: We decided to bring them back before the event starts :P]
reckless_eagle: (It got worse)
[Guess who was in the kitchen.]

[There are a few smears of blood on the screen from Poland fumbling to turn the communicator on. He leans against the kitchen's doorframe, breath a little heavy, clutching at a point in his side that's leaking red at an alarming pace. Anybody who remembers the time Masky stabbed him in the throat probably isn't too worried for his life, but nonetheless, even he looks pretty upset. This has long since turned personal. Nai...]


Kurwa. Okay, you know what? Like, screw this waiting game! We've got to know who they are by now, right?! I know I know a couple... Let's just, like, go, for the love of Mary!

[He winces a little, glancing at the blood on his hand.]

...Elaine, babe, now would be a bitchin' time for all that backup we talked about.

[If anything's happened to her, Poland doesn't know what he'll do.]
reckless_eagle: (Bitch no you di'n't...)
Okay, so like, it's totally not like we haven't had creepy-ass events before, right? Like, with the vampires, and everybody's worst fears, and junk. We dealt then, and we can deal, right? Right!

So I've totally been thinking, we should stick together in small groups. More than two, but like, not so many you can lose track of each other, right?

[He's not following his own advice, but he totally intends to... at some point?]

Also, I'm gonna go ahead and claim the kitchen as a safe zone. Anybody wanna help me defend it?
reckless_eagle: (I'm not a part of your system)
[Coming out into the hallway, Poland catches sight of the messages his mirror has been leaving him. His eyes scan over them briefly, and then he calmly goes into his room again. A few moments later, he's back, with a quill and inkwell in hand. He goes to the mirror that's being written on at that moment, sets the ink and quill down next to it, straightens up...]

[And puts his fist into the mirror. He's a nation, it's not like his hand won't heal.]

[Leaning down, he picks up his writing supplies, and scrawls on one of the larger fragments of the mirror:

[Just because you're broken doesn't mean I ever will be. Get lost.]

[Point delivered. That said... Man, his hand is going to be regretting that.]
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: (This is Polish territory!)
[Oh, look who it is on the screen! It's Poland! Looking very cute today, in a tunic and leggings that are totally manly in his time but just look like a short dress with tights to most modern people. He's scampering around his room, carrying armfuls of... stockings?]

[Yes. Stockings. A vast assortment of stockings, with which he is festooning every corner of his and Liet's room.]

[This is all Dave's fault, really.]
reckless_eagle: (Made to kneel before the alter)
[Poland doesn't look pleased. He's pacing the stone floor of his room, tugging at his collar the way a fussy cat would.]

I am so, so, so not down with this! If they wanna see us fight, they can come over here and see it up close and personal!

[He turns to his mirror, and makes a very rude gesture that he learned from observation of his future buddies, switching briefly into Polish: You hear that, creeps? You can totally tell your bitch of a queen, too!]

[Aaaand back to common:]
Screw this! I'm totally not going along with it! Who's with me?
reckless_eagle: (I make this look good)
[The video clicks on to show the Polish exchange student standing in front of a mirror, dressed in the girls' uniform and busily primping for his day. He slips a pair of red and white barrettes into his hair, applies lip gloss (pausing to make a couple of faces at the mirror), makes sure his socks are pulled up to his knees...]

[An alarm clock beeps, and he jumps a little.]


Oh, kurwa, is it that late already? God! Why didn't Liet wake me up earlier?

[Probably because it was impossible. He pulls his shoes on, grabs his bag and communicator, and darts out of the door, hoping to be only a LITTLE late to class.]
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: (When the moon hits your eye)
[Today's Poland is coming at you from the libary, where he's seated with a large number of fashion and fashion history books piled around him. After a year here studying future-fashion in his offtime, he seems to have made it at least to the 1960s, as he's dressed in a pair of jeans like America showed him and an embroidered peasant blouse, a bright red poppy tucked behind one ear and holding his bangs back on that side, his feet bare.]

I'm so down with us having a party where I'm not talking to colors the whole time... But guys, I totally can't decide what I'm gonna wear! You should like, come down and help me pick~
reckless_eagle: (This is not in any way suggestive)
[Well.]

[Poland appears not to have noticed yet that he's high as all fuck, so he's kept eating the candy, figuring he's just like, in a good mood or something. To be fair, his normal state is pretty cheerful and nonsensical, and he's chalking the disorientation up to the mansion's physical changes and the strange lights and music.]

[But! It's not important right now!]

[Because he found a bunch of body paints! He's got his (already slightly scandalous for him) t-shirt pulled up over his stomach, and the fingertips of one hand covered in purple paint, a smudge of it already evident near his navel.]


Guys! I like, forgot what I was drawing. What was I gonna draw? It's super important, I swear.

Also, like. Where are you? You're far away. I miss youuuuu~ You totally still like me, right? [Smiles, a little distantly.] 'Cause I'm awesome? And you're awesome. God, you're like. The awesomest. Ok?

[...I don't think he's talking to anyone in particular.]
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: (IS IT TIME TO PANIC YET?!?)
[When the camera comes on, Poland is laughing; It seems like he and plushie!Hungary have been having a pretty good time together. He smiles, patting her on her soft little head.]

It's been super cool hanging out, Węgry. I totally wish you weren't just part of an event, you know? And I can't wait to see the real you again.

[Her expression doesn't change, but she seems somehow to grow more stern, batting at his hand angrily with her little, cloth, mitten-like one.]

Oh, don't be like that. I mean, come on! You're like, pretty fab and all, but it's totally not like you can come fighting and drinking with me like the real you... Hey! Quit that! Why are you pulling my hair? What gives?!

[And the video keeps rolling, as Poland tries to get the doll off of his head.]
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.

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