Thirty-Fourth Entry [Accidental Video/Action]

[reckless_eagle]

[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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[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

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

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

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

[He tries harder to pull his arms free.]

[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

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.]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[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!

[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

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

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

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.]

[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

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

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Well, that's totally not how I roll!

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

[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

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

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

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

[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

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

Get out.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

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

[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

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

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[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!

[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

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.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

One more reason you'll never be even a tenth the man he is!

[If it's going to be guns... Bringing a sword would be even more useless than using plain infantry against a good cavalry. He sneaks back to the closet to get a pistol for himself, silently cursing America for never agreeing to teach him how to use them...]

[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

[The mirror is silently aiming at the door now, waiting for Poland to open it.]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[Poland doesn't have the patience to wait for M!Liet to open it instead. So he sneaks to one side of the door--the advantage of being near naked is that there's no armor to make noise--grabs the handle, turns it as quietly as he can, and flings it open suddenly.]

[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

[The mirror opens fire at the door as soon as it opens.]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[Poland is a bit of a space cadet, but he's much smarter than he's often given credit for. You don't survive to be 500 without knowing how to take care of yourself when things are really down to the wire, and he's no exception to that rule.]

[He waits for the mirror to have to reload, then (still unwilling to cause him real harm) shoots at his hand.]

[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

[Poland misses him, but the mirror has to duck to dodge the bullets and thus can't shoot back.]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[Not wasting his opportunity, he moves in close, tossing his gun aside, and grabs M!Liet by the wrists. You know all that about Poland being the 'lord of Eastern Europe'? Yeah, he sort of wasn't kidding. His voice damned near resonates with imperiousness.]

Drop it. I totally won't tell you again!

[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

And then?

[He keeps perfectly calm, unaffected, his expression perfectly resembling Lithuania's for once, without the malice in it. Just not the face that yu would see on him in a situation like this.]