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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[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.]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

And then like, get out of here before I decide to kick your ass for dirtying Liet's name.

Hurry up!

[He squeezes the mirror's arm hard.]

[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

[The mirror grins and rips his arm free, taking a few steps back.] It's my name just as much as it is his. We're only two sides of the same coin.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[Poland kicks the gun behind himself so M!Liet can't get to it again, glaring up at him.]

You wish. You're like, nothing but a mockery of him. Out of my sight.

[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

You're deep enough in denial to see Narnia the other end.

... Have you seen your mirror?

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

No. Like, what's he got to do with anything?

[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

I'm sure he'd love to meet you. It would do you some good.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

What's that supposed to mean?

[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

Exactly what I said.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

He's like, probably just as lame an excuse for me as you are for Liet, so there's no reason I'd ever want to meet him!

[cruel-knight.livejournal.com]

I'm sure he'd want to meet you. [Winks at him and turns on his heel. This guy is too knightly to attack him form behind.]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[Poland waits for him to be gone, then slams the door, locks and bars it, and gets some more things out of the closet to block it with.]

[He's not coming out until the mirrors are gone, if he can help it.]