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: (IS IT TIME TO PANIC YET?!?)
This is so. Not. Cool, you guys.

I've like, got dark circles! This event is total Hell on my skin!

I told you the mansion was trying to steal our beauty sleep, but no--like, no one listened, and look where we are now!
reckless_eagle: (Too pretty for God to let us die)
[So it turns out that knowing when you grow up everything you love is going to be repeatedly torn away from you can sort of be a big deal. And knowing Poland, he's managed to run into trouble by now.]

[The communicator turns itself on to show him by the stables, fists clenched tightly as he tries to calm himself, head hung low enough that his hair hides his expression entirely.]

He's gone. They're gone. They--The Major, and Prussia, and Russia, even Germany they're--they aren't here, so they like, can't hurt us here anymore, so there's totally no reason to...

Everything. They're going to take everything from me...!

[He shivers violently, and the spots show themselves in the air around him.]

I won't let them. I WON'T LET THEM! They can't treat my people that way--they can't take Liet away--I won't let it happen!
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?]


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