reckless_eagle: (Who has to know?)
[In the morning, Poland notices people getting gifts out of their stockings. Curious, he makes his way to his own, which is white on the top half and red on the bottom, with Królestwo Polskie embroidered at the top in red. He gives the note a cursory look and discards it, then digs in... and finds a bundled up apron inside. He's confused for a second, then, cautiously, smells the cloth... Roses?]

[Oh.]

[Jadwiga won't be made a saint officially for almost 600 years, but as far as Poland's concerned, he's just been handed a holy relic. Carefully, he folds the cloth up to take it back to his room.]

Also, presents! )
reckless_eagle: (Blood and tears)
[Poland turns on the video feed from behind a barricaded door, sword in hand. His clothing is heavily damaged, and bloodstained in places; it's difficult to tell what's his and what isn't. Still, he seems fairly calm and determined, sword in hand and eyes on the entrance.]

Like, where is everyone? We should totes try to get people together so we can defend whoever can't figh--

[Just then, the door breaks down. For an instant, his eyes harden and his stance grows defensive; then he sees something, and his eyes go wide.]

...Jadwiga? Oh, Mother of God...

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