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Thirty-Fourth Entry [Accidental Video/Action]

[Poland stumbles as he makes his way through the fifth floor corridor. He looks utterly drained and exhausted.]

Gawd, that was like, a total suckfest... [Sigh] Oh, well, whatevs.

[He opens the door to his room, damned near falling in as he calls out to Liet.]

I'm like, hoooooome...

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[And Lithuania grabs Poland, trying to hold on to him and shove him down, onto his knees... and then attempts to slap him, hard.]

I'm not being a jerk about it, I'm reasonable.

[All of that catches him off guard, because Liet would never do that, would never push him around like that, would never strike him, would never just ignore his needs when he knew how frightening and painful these things could be for him...]

[Liet would never.]

[Poland's eyes narrow, and he reaches for the front of Lithuania's shirt with a snarl.]

Who are you? Where is he?

I'm Lithuania. I'm him, the him that doesn't let petty consideration and stupid morals get in the way of his feelings and wishes.

[His hands sneak up to grab the nation's wrists, intending to slam them into the wall.]

[Poland isn't having any of that. He yanks his hands away the instant he feels M!Liet's touch, moving to get out from in between him and the wall.]

Don't touch me! Where's Liet? On your side of the mirror? Give him back, now!

[The mirror grabs the nation's head and slams it into the wall, fingers curling into the silky hair hard enough to bruise.]

What do you think where he would be? He's a big boy, he can handle things himself. Unlike you.

...but I guess that is what he likes about you. That he can play your mommmy, that you rely on him with so many things. You make him feel needed. Isn't that a pathetic reason to stay with someone like you?

[Poland winces slightly at the pain, but it doesn't hold him back for long.]

Oh, my God, would you shut up? I can totally take care of myself!

[He throws a punch at the mirror, unwilling to let himself be shoved around.]

Apparently not very well.

[He falters a little when the punch connects with his midsection, taking half a staggering step back, but his hands remain clutched around the nation's wrists.]

[Poland glares up at him, trying to stomp on his foot to make him let go.]

Who told you you could talk that way to me? You like, don't know anything about me!

I know a lot about you. Everything that he does. I am him.

You're totally not. You're like, him but lame.

[He tries harder to pull his arms free.]

I'm like him, but more intelligent.

[Smiles and smashes the nation into the wall again, leaning in to bite down at the blond's neck.]

[Poland's breath hitches in surprise. He grabs hold of the mirror's hair and pulls hard, wrenching him away from himself.]

As if. You're totally just a spoiled jerk--he's a thousand times the man you are!

[The mirror gasps in pan but doesn't let go, and excited, really creepy esmile appearing on his face.] You're fighting.

Duh. I like, don't know what kind of pitiful excuse for me you've been dealing with, but there's no way I'm giving in to you! You're not mine, and I don't want you, so just back off!

[He shoves him as hard as he can.]

Mine is very obedient. [Grabbing him harder, pressing back against him and trying to bite down on the nation's neck again.]

Well, that's totally not how I roll!

[He tucks his head down to protect his neck, then tries to headbutt the mirror.]

[It works. The mirror stumbles back, groggy for a few moments.]

[Poland gives him a harsh shove while he's stunned, then tries to flee. If it were someone else, he'd stay and fight, but even if he's all wrong, Mirror Lithuania still has Liet's face. He doesn't want to see that face in pain, so he just makes a run for it.]

[When the mirror regains his composure, Poland is already gone too far. He curses, using everything remotely blasphemous that he knows, and gets up, leaving the room after Poland.]

[He's fast enough to see Poland disappearing into a nearby, empty room.]

[He grabs his gun from the back of his pants.]

Get out.

[Poland, ever disobedient, slams the door and runs to the closet for a sword.]

[He fires until the magazine is empty, then takes a step back to reload.]

[Oh, God, guns. Those... mess with the odds. The Major was a bad shot, but America was nearly unstoppable with them...]

If you want to fight me, come in here and do it like a man, you total whimp!

Oh, sure. I won't get myself into a disadvantage that stupidly, just to be a shining knight. Honor means nothing in this world, kid.

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got permission from Poland-mun for everything~

Likewise!

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