[Poland is standing in the front hall, his cloak wrapped tight around him to hold off the chill and a look of extreme displeasure on his face.]

Like, what gives today? The door totally won't open, and neither will the windows! It's like, um, hello, the horses totally aren't gonna feed themselves out there!

I mean, I guess this weather isn't too weird--it's totes already the second week of Advent and all, can you believe that?--but come on!

[Okay. Okay, so Dave has pretty much been... just sort of not noticing or ignoring his attention so far, he guesses? Which is lame, but he has another plan up his flower-covered, voluminous sleeve!]

So, like, I've been thinking! [Off to a good start, not looking too nervous yet...]

Okay, so last time I was here, I went, like, two years without any kind of boss, right, and it was super weird! And I'm totally an elective monarchy now--well, Liet and I are, but I think I still outvote him?--which means I basically get to pick whoever I want to rule, so, like... [Aaaaaand now comes the flustering! He stammers a couple of times, then finally manages to spit it out, blushing furiously.]

I-I totally want Dave to be my king!

[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.]

[Coming out into the hallway, Poland catches sight of the messages his mirror has been leaving him. His eyes scan over them briefly, and then he calmly goes into his room again. A few moments later, he's back, with a quill and inkwell in hand. He goes to the mirror that's being written on at that moment, sets the ink and quill down next to it, straightens up...]

[And puts his fist into the mirror. He's a nation, it's not like his hand won't heal.]

[Leaning down, he picks up his writing supplies, and scrawls on one of the larger fragments of the mirror:

[Just because you're broken doesn't mean I ever will be. Get lost.]

[Point delivered. That said... Man, his hand is going to be regretting that.]

[Someone hasn't been seen around much lately.]

[As a matter of fact, around the twelfth of August, he fell completely out of contact with everyone. He hasn't been seen outside of his room... which hasn't been empty, but it's been locked, with no response from inside.]

[Someone hasn't been taking the disappearance of his husband very well.]

[But it's gotten loud enough outside that Poland has finally decided to make a little bit of contact with everyone else, even if he's not sure he's ready to actually leave his room. He's dressed in his nightgown, which makes him look a little like an angel in a Christmas pageant, his hair messier than he'd normally allow it to be seen. He looks... skinny. Not just youthfully slim like usual, like he's been forgetting to eat.]

Um, like... Guys? What's even going on out there...?

[Oh, look who it is on the screen! It's Poland! Looking very cute today, in a tunic and leggings that are totally manly in his time but just look like a short dress with tights to most modern people. He's scampering around his room, carrying armfuls of... stockings?]

[Yes. Stockings. A vast assortment of stockings, with which he is festooning every corner of his and Liet's room.]

[This is all Dave's fault, really.]

[The video clicks on to show the Polish exchange student standing in front of a mirror, dressed in the girls' uniform and busily primping for his day. He slips a pair of red and white barrettes into his hair, applies lip gloss (pausing to make a couple of faces at the mirror), makes sure his socks are pulled up to his knees...]

[An alarm clock beeps, and he jumps a little.]

Oh, kurwa, is it that late already? God! Why didn't Liet wake me up earlier?

[Probably because it was impossible. He pulls his shoes on, grabs his bag and communicator, and darts out of the door, hoping to be only a LITTLE late to class.]

So I'm like, super not in the mood for a party right now. I totally think I'm gonna sit this one out, 'kays?

[He's just going to stay home, take care of his husband, and guard him with his life.]

[And try not to die again. God.]

[OOC: Yeaaaah, I know we're still backdating the mirror shenanigans, but those are all supposed to happen in the first day or two that the mirrors were around, so. He's back to life, not that he's let anybody know about the dying in the first place, besides Liet.]

[Well.]

[Poland appears not to have noticed yet that he's high as all fuck, so he's kept eating the candy, figuring he's just like, in a good mood or something. To be fair, his normal state is pretty cheerful and nonsensical, and he's chalking the disorientation up to the mansion's physical changes and the strange lights and music.]

[But! It's not important right now!]

[Because he found a bunch of body paints! He's got his (already slightly scandalous for him) t-shirt pulled up over his stomach, and the fingertips of one hand covered in purple paint, a smudge of it already evident near his navel.]

Guys! I like, forgot what I was drawing. What was I gonna draw? It's super important, I swear.

Also, like. Where are you? You're far away. I miss youuuuu~ You totally still like me, right? [Smiles, a little distantly.] 'Cause I'm awesome? And you're awesome. God, you're like. The awesomest. Ok?

[...I don't think he's talking to anyone in particular.]

[Poland can't sleep, so he's down in the library, a book about horses propped up in front of him as he sprawls on a couch with his feet in the air. However, he has noticed something troublesome: he's hungry, and doesn't feel like moving.]

Lieeeet, can you like, come over here and get me something to eat? I'm way hungry, and it's totally harshing my cool.

[...Of course, to everyone but Liet, that's going to sound like "Lieeeet, do you like want a mess of rolled r's, y-sounds, sh- and ch- sounds, and befuddling Slavic consonants? Totalnie blah blah something."]

[OOC: If you haven't heard any Polish before, have some from a movie set just before when we took Liet and Poland from.]