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Fifty-Second Entry [Video/Action]

[Poland appears to be walking around unsupervised, which the doctors may note that he's not allowed to do, because his delusions include something about being a knight and he's gotten into some pretty heated arguments with the staff. In light of his oppositional-defiant disorder, though, it's probably not all that surprising to see him breaking the rules.]

[He's also wearing one of the pretty dresses that were in his closet, which should at least please the nice men in the white coats who keep trying to get him to accept that he is a she.]

So like, what gives? Is the Queen like, running out of ideas or something? 'Cause the hospital thing is so old news.

And like, why does the name on my door say "Felicja"? That's like, a girls' name! It was locked, too--I like, had to spend forever getting it open!

Well, whatever. Like, how's everyone dealing with this one so far? The food here sucks almost as bad as the last hospital's. Liet, where are you? You should totally make me something.

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They did. [He takes the blond's hand and lays it against his heart, his own hand resting above it.] Please, remember who you are. Who you really are. I miss you... the children miss you. They ask for you every night. [He can't show them their mother like this. But only a few more months, and they can at least visit again.]

...Liet, we don't... we can't... [It's just not possible for them to have kids.]

We like, both knew that getting into this.

[The pain in Toris's eyes is strong now, shock and a deep sadness coming together.] Please... I don't care about much else, but- don't forget our children.

But...!

[This is really hurting Poland for a number of reasons. It's hard to be reminded of how they can't have kids together, and he doesn't like to see Liet so hurt, but he doesn't want to lie about this, can't just play along...]

I... L-Liet, you're... what you're talking about, it's... it's like, not real! This is who I am, and you--you said you'd always love me for that, and like... You know we don't have kids. You know we...

[He digs into his pocket and produces a wallet, from which he produces a photograph. There are three people in it, Toris himself and two young children that are very clearly his and Felicja's.] Their names are Emilia and Casimier.

[Poland freezes. He's just... he can't even deal with this. There is a little girl with Liet's eye color and Liet's smile and hints of his own facial structure, and a little boy with wavy hair like Liet's and eyes that are his, and he wants it to be real so badly it hurts.]

... What...

[His hand shakes as he pushes the photograph gently away from himself.]

It's not real. It... Liet, why would you pretend something like that?

[NOT GOING TO CRY, NOT GOING TO CRY, NOT GOING TO CRY <\3 ;A;]

[Toris is built a bit closer to the water, he's already crying, though he tries to hold them back. It is painful, hurts so much to see his wife reject her children like this.] Darling, please... I thought... [He thought that she was getting better; that she was wearing a dress had certainly seemed like a good sign.]

[It really, really hurts to see Liet so in pain over this. He brushes the taller man's tears away with the pad of his thumb, biting worriedly at his own lip.]

You thought...?

[He takes a deep breath.]

...I really think you're wrong, Liet. I. We're in Wonderland, and this is just the Queen messing with your head again. But... um. It can't hurt to try for a little while, I guess? 'Cause, like, if I'm right and this isn't real, Wonderland will change back and you'll understand. And if... if you're right...

[Liet can't be right. But if him refusing to admit the possibility is going to make Liet THIS hurt, he can pretend. Just for a couple of days.]

I like, know you want what's best for me. And... I can like, try? But I don't... I don't really know what you think is wrong with me, and, um... I don't know. I'll really try, though, ok?

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You were wearing one of the dresses that I picked for you, and... and I thought that you had accepted who you are, and that everything would look up and that we could soon go home and everything could be like it was before...

[He stops and tries to straighten up. He shouldn't let himself go like this.] Thank you.

...Whatever the deal is... We'll like, get through it together, okay?

[HUGS!]

...I can ask my boss if I can bring Emilia and Casimier here tomorrow. Just... please don't mention that you let them change your body? They don't know that. I'm sure they would love to see their mother again.

[Even to Poland, this sounds like a Bad Idea. But... It will make Liet happy, right? And what if there are kids?]

...'Kay. Sure. Just, um... what did I do that I'm not supposed to mention?

[And how the Hell could he be someone's mother o.o]

...Please pretend that you are still female?

But I wasn't--

[TRYING TO PLAY ALONG. HNGH.]

...Okay, I won't.

Thank you. [He reaches up to run one hand over the side of Poland's head, gently, happily, in a gesture that speaks of familiarity and longing.]

[Poland turns and kisses his palm softly.]

...I like, want you to be happy.

I want you to be happy. [He finally sets the papers down on a nearby table and pulls the blond into an embrace.] I want the children to be happy... But I'm sure it will all be alright one day. We can get through this together.

[Poland leans against him a little, feeling pretty emotionally exhausted by this whole situation already.]

We will. We totally will.

[Holds Liet tightly, trying not to feel scared about all this.]

[He just stands there for a while, trying to not think about how hard his wife's chest feels, instead concentrating on everything else about her. She's still gorgeous, wonderful, and even after years of only seein her here he has never even looked at any other woman. He probably never could.]

[The blond lays his head against Lithuania's shoulder.]

...Hey, Liet? Can you, um. Can you tell me about them? Like, the kids?

[His face lightens up, and he nods, relaxing his arms.] Whenever you want.

...Casimier is doing really well at soccer. The older kid that picked on him seems to have left the team, and his coach said that he might even move him up to the A-team. But he says that he would rather stay with his friends.

And Emilia is really looking forward to starting school this fall. We bought everything for her already, she picked those pink pony goods for everything where they had it. [He chuckles fondly.] Right coming after you on that.

...She like, has your eyes, though. Smiles like you.

...Casimier takes right after you when it comes to being stubborn.

[He manages a little laugh.]

For sure?

Yes. ...It would be interesting to see you two face off about what's for dinner. It's about impossible to make him eat something that he doesn't want to eat.

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